The young assistant looked at the Temple of the God of Wealth with shining eyes, and he wished he could kneel down in front of the Temple and cry for his heart's content.

Until the statue cried out divine light, allowing him to win a 5 million lottery ticket.

"Hey, is there a temple here? I didn't see it mentioned on Baidu when I chose it."

Director Wang stood under a ginkgo tree and looked at the red rope on it, his expression full of confusion.

Logically speaking, if there is such a temple in the mountain, it should be displayed on Baidu. How could there be no response at all?

“Maybe they are just hiding from the world, so they don’t show up on Baidu.

Why bother with that? Let's go buy some incense sticks for the God of Wealth and donate some money."

Zhao Tangtang didn't even look at the Yue Lao Temple and ran straight to the God of Wealth Temple.

Sister Xu also ran over excitedly with the others, but Jiang Zhiyuan observed the flow of people around him with a thoughtful expression.

"Xiao Yuan, what are you still doing standing there? Hurry up and catch up, or it won't work."

Sister Xu urged Jiang Zhiyuan, already holding a few incense sticks in her hand, ready to enter the Temple of the God of Wealth to pray.

Jiang Zhiyuan smiled slightly, his eyes wandering around, finally landing on the somewhat deserted Marriage Hall, where only a few old ladies were praying devoutly for something.

"Sister Xu, you guys go first. I want to go over there and take a look first."

She pointed to the Marriage Hall, with a barely perceptible tenderness in her tone.

Everyone goes to pray to the God of Wealth, the routine is the same, can the God of Wealth notice you?

We want to do something different so that the God of Wealth will remember you.

I don’t know if there are also gods who are dominated by their wives.

"Marriage Hall? Don't you not believe in these things?"

Sister Xu was a little surprised, but then she smiled.

"Well, young people always have their own ideas. We will wait for you in the Temple of the God of Wealth."

Jiang Zhiyuan nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the Marriage Hall.

[I knelt in front of the God of Wealth Temple for a long time and I didn’t even look at the Yue Lao Temple!

Oh my God, why can't you let me win the lottery? I'm not greedy, 500,000 is enough.

[There are millions of rich people in the world, so what if there is one more rich person like me?]

[Nuwa abandoned me, God doesn't love me, and the God of Wealth left me. If you want to hear my revenge plan, please v me 50 yuan.]

[The person above is truly talented! God of Wealth, God of Wealth, I'm willing to trade my lifelong romantic opportunities for a chance to win 1 million. Do you think this is a loss?]

Unfortunately, no matter how much people complain in the comment section, normal life remains the same and there is no change at all.

If I can earn 10 yuan by buying a welfare lottery ticket, I can thank God and pray to Buddha.

As you step into the hall, a faint scent of sandalwood hits your nose, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle outside.

She looked around and saw that the walls were covered with all kinds of red ribbons, each of which carried someone's wishes and expectations.

She walked slowly to the statue, gazing at the kind-hearted Yue Lao with gentle eyes, and a warm feeling inexplicably surged in her heart.

Although she usually reserved herself from such matters, at this moment, she was extremely pious.

"Matchmaker, how's your relationship with the God of Wealth's colleagues? Can you help me talk to him? I'm not greedy, just winning five million is enough."

"If your relationship with him is not good, then how is your relationship with his wife? Otherwise, tell me about it in front of his wife?

"By the way, is there such a thing as a husband being controlled by his wife in Heaven?"

She was mumbling to herself there, and the old lady who knelt down beside her was looking at her with strange eyes.

Is this little kid's brain broken? He came to the Yue Lao Temple to pray for wealth.

And what she said just now, you are really a talented person, old woman, I have lived for so long and never thought of your idea.

But the old lady didn't look at her for too long, and soon she entered a small room behind the Temple of the God of Wealth.

Jiang Zhiyuan stood up only after seeing the old lady enter the small room, and then took a look inside without leaving a trace.

But soon a little monk came out and bowed to her.

"What's inside? Can I go in and take a look?"

Jiang Zhiyuan pretended to be curious and looked inside a few more times, but the little monk blocked his view without leaving a trace.

"Sir, we don't allow outsiders to enter here. This is where we rest. Please forgive me."

The little monk's attitude was still very good, and he didn't seem angry at all.

Jiang Zhiyuan nodded, then left without looking back and went to the Temple of the God of Wealth to meet up with Sister Xu and the others.

[Great! This is truly wonderful! Why didn't I think of this? This is a roundabout way to save the country.]

[He's still henpecked? I really wonder what's going on in Sister Yuan's head day by day!]

"Why do I feel like there's something fishy about that little monk? Even if no one's allowed in, they shouldn't be so defensive. Could there be a woman hiding inside?"

[It’s not hiding, it’s being open and aboveboard!]

After all, hadn't an old lady just walked in? Why didn't he stop the old lady but Sister Yuan?

Something's wrong, absolutely wrong! I swear to God there's something fishy going on!]

The comments section is almost full of ghost stories.

It was said that someone had died in this temple before, and there were even witnesses who testified.

All I can say is that there are many strange things in the world, and everyone is serious about spreading rumors.

In just a few minutes, a complete version of the temple murder case had begun to take shape.

The content is very exciting, the plot is very tortuous, and the characters' emotional drama is very complicated.

I can only say that one point is real, the temple is real, and the rest are all fake.

Even so, some people still believed it.

"Why are you taking so long? We've already finished offering incense. Hurry up and come over and offer one to the God of Wealth."

Sister Xu waved to her and Jiang Zhiyuan trotted over.

He handed the drink in his hand to Sister Xu, and then took the incense from her.

She closed her eyes and silently repeated her wish in her heart. Although there was a smile on her lips, her eyes revealed a bit of seriousness and expectation.

Unlike others who seek wealth directly, her wish is mixed with love of life and curiosity about the unknown.

I hope that in the days to come, I can maintain this innocence and optimism, make breakthroughs in my career, and at the same time not forget the happiness and well-being of those around me.

"God of Wealth, I heard that you love us young people who work hard the most. If you can hear my wish, please take good care of us.

I don’t seek to get rich overnight, but I hope that every effort I make will be rewarded and make my life more colorful.”

Her voice was not soft, and everyone else heard it clearly. Everyone looked at her as if she were a monster.