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.",But when he arrived, it was the same familiar queue, like a long dragon. He simply bypassed it and walked uphill, hoping to find another way in.,"Master, this place is a lotus pure land, and above it lies an endless hell!"。