At this moment, Ou Yangrong stood under the moonlight, struggling. The delicate girl's slender eyes peeked out from between her arms, silently watching him.,So that morning, Ou Yangrong, with his sharp and critical gaze, took a taxi to Donglin Temple. When he arrived, he saw, "Goodness gracious! Not only was Mo Daojun early, but there were even people earlier than him. The queue of worshippers stretched all the way down the mountain. Ahead of him were mostly people his age, huddled in the cold wind, scrolling through their phones.",Just then, he suddenly noticed that the moon, half-hidden by clouds above, began to tremble.。