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The bright sunlight spreads a layer of mercury-like film on the ground, as if a silver avenue has been built in front of the Yuelao Temple, which is very beautiful.

As expected, this is the time when tourists are full of interest.

Just looking at the crowd of people at the entrance of the temple, you can already guess the lively scene inside.

The two of them worked a lot, and in order not to hurt anyone, they could only crowd slowly.

Fang just broke through the layers of barriers and entered the temple gate.

Inside is a big house decorated with an ancient charm, when there is a huge statue of the old moon god, and there are many red ropes hanging on his hands.

Men and women in front of them crowded into a large group, each with incense and worshipping the idol.

As for the several earth statues enshrined on both sides of the house, few people go to offer incense.

Qing Qian was not interested in this antique Yuelao Temple at all, she looked around, but saw a thin old man sitting not far in front of the mountain god statue next to the house.

Holding a thin red thread in his hand, he slowly threaded it through a small brand.

The brand hole is small, and the red thread can't be worn, but the old man is not in a hurry.

"Han, look at the old man over there," she gently tugged at the corner of Night Star Han's clothes and pointed at the old man.

Night Xinghan looked at the shallow line of sight, and immediately understood the meaning of his words.

At the moment, he lowered his voice and said: "Looking at his appearance, it seems that he is the host of this temple, let's go over and ask him, maybe we can ask some unexpected clues!"

Qing Qian smiled happily, and the two walked over hand in hand.

But he didn't bother admiring the monuments, and the old man didn't seem to notice that two people had come to him, and he was busy taking care of the red thread in his hand.

Qing Qian called softly and said with a smile: "Old uncle, let me help you!"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly raised his head.

Seeing the person in front of him clearly, he suddenly smiled and said: "Girl, this red line is called the marriage rope, and the presiding officer of the Yuelao Temple cannot be moved, if other people help, the marriage that is asked for will not work!"

He glanced at the two of them holding hands, and said: "Look at it like this, you two should be a couple, why don't you let the old man wear a marriage cord for you, I wish you all to grow old together and be united forever!"

Ye Xinghan and Qing Qian didn't expect the other party to say this, and their faces were slightly red.

Qingqian's heart was sweet, but he still diverted the topic and said: "Uncle, you are the host of the old temple this month!"

"Yes, the old man has been here for three years!"

"What's going on in the old temple this month?"

"What's strange?" the old man glared at Qing lightly with dissatisfaction.

"What you little girl said is a little strange, since the old man passed away three years ago, the old man has taken over the old temple every night. I only feel that the incense in the temple is vigorous, people come and go, there are only happy events, happy joy, but this strange thing has never been heard of!"

Qing Qian covered his mouth embarrassedly, but Ye Xinghan had already asked: "Uncle, the incense here is so strong, presumably the old moon in the temple must be very effective!"

"You're right, young man," the old man's expression suddenly became unusually pleasant, as he heard Ye Xinghan say this.

Even when he spoke, he was much more energetic: "My old temple has always answered every request, as long as you sincerely pray to the old man, you will be able to make your wishes come true." Men marry good wives, and women marry good husbands, that's why so many people come to incense!"