He chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that these gods weren't all that effective.

After leaving the Confucius Temple, we passed the Guan Gong Temple, which was still packed with people.

Most of the people here are parents holding their newborn babies. On the steps in front of the temple gate stands a fully armed Guan Gong, wearing a green robe, with a red face, piercing phoenix eyes, and a majestic demeanor.

This Guan Gong statue is already quite tall, about the same height as Wang Tianxiao, probably around 1.8 meters. Standing on the steps, it looks even more majestic and imposing.

He carried a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, over a meter long, and whenever a parent put money into the donation box, he would gently stamp a red mark on the child's forehead with the hilt of the blade.

Guan Gong is used here to ward off evil spirits and dispel malevolent forces.

Wang Tianxiao naturally also gave Wang Peng a tattoo on his forehead.

Wang Peng has a big, round head. The fortune teller once said that he would become an official when he grew up. When Guan Gong stamped his seal, he was slightly taken aback when he saw his face. He looked at Wang Tianxiao again and finally stamped it with a smile.

The two continued strolling with their child. When they passed the entrance of the Guanyin statue, Li Yali went over to fulfill a wish.

I've heard that the Guanyin statue here is especially efficacious in granting children.

People from all around came here to steal dolls.

The sculpture of Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy who grants children, is quite interesting. It is built on a large lotus pedestal, and the area under the lotus pedestal is filled with countless small cloth dolls, each about four or five centimeters long.

Before each pregnancy, Li Yali would steal dolls. And it's quite a coincidence that when she was pregnant with Wang Fang for the first time, she was too embarrassed to steal one, so she quickly grabbed a small doll. When she got home, she saw that it was thin and small, a girl, and it was practically unrecognizable. It was just a small doll that someone had made from leftover scraps.

As a result, Wang Fang was born prematurely and weighed only a little over three pounds. She was really thin and small. Even when she grew up, she was very short and her weight never exceeded eighty pounds.

When Li Yali was pregnant with Wang Peng for the second time, she had the experience and seized the opportunity to give birth to a big, chubby boy. In the end, Wang Peng was indeed chubby and round.

Therefore, Li Yali was very grateful to the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children, and she made a point of worshiping her this time, even throwing five yuan into the shrine.

That's quite a large expense.

In his previous life, Wang Tianxiao never paid attention to things related to gods and ghosts, believing them to be superstition and absolutely unbelievable.

But after his rebirth, he found it difficult to fully adhere to materialism.

Therefore, when his wife did these things, he did so with a touch of piety, sincerely hoping that if there is a true God in this world, He would bless kind people like them.

Before we knew it, it was already past eleven o'clock, and with the opera performance about to start at midnight, everyone was getting hungry.

I decided to find a small stall to eat something.

Wang Tianxiao and his wife each ordered a bowl of he luo noodles, while Wang Fang ate steamed buns. Little Wang Peng stared with his dark eyes, pouting as he watched the adults eat, but was ignored by the adults.

After finishing his meal, Wang Tianxiao asked his wife to hold the seats for watching the play while he went to wander around.

As he climbed the steps from the corner to the second floor, he suddenly spotted a woman in the crowd who looked familiar.

He couldn't immediately recall whose back it was, but it felt very familiar. He stood there thinking for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Isn't this my second younger sister, Wang Xiaolan?

The reason she didn't recognize him at first was because Wang Xiaolan died young in her previous life. She was working in another city when she met a local tycoon. At first, she thought he was sincere towards her, but she never expected that he would eventually find out that he was just using her as a toy. There were many women like her.

Moreover, the man would often beat her, which caused her to go insane and die before she was even fifty years old.

Wang Tianxiao's relationship with his second sister was only so-so. Since they separated in their previous life, they would only see each other once a year. Over time, they lost their feelings for each other.

It wasn't until Wang Xiaolan was seriously ill for more than half a year that he returned to his hometown, and their relationship improved again. However, by then, Wang Xiaolan was already terminally ill and looked emaciated.

Therefore, Wang Tianxiao's image of Wang Xiaolan has always been a vague concept.

He had just seen the woman's figure ahead and instinctively felt that she looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember her, and that was the reason.

Just as he was pondering this, the figure resembling Wang Xiaolan had already gone up to the third floor.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Tianxiao still chased after him.

Although he felt it was almost impossible to run into his second sister here, she should still be in the south with her husband, a nouveau riche who was actually a scoundrel.

How could someone appear in a place like this so soon after the New Year?

Besides, if she really comes back, why doesn't she go home to see her mother and family?

However, it's hard to suppress curiosity.

He just wanted to see what kind of person he was, since his back view and walking posture were so similar to his sister's.

He hurried a few steps, weaving through the bustling crowd, and ran towards the steps leading from the second to the third floor.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him.

"Feel sorry."

He subconsciously apologized and prepared to step aside to continue the chase, but he was grabbed as soon as he had run half a meter.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Wang Tianxiao had no choice but to stop.

The person in front of me was chubby and fair-skinned, probably less than 1.7 meters tall, with a round face and head, small eyes, a thick beard, and wearing small round glasses with gold-rimmed lenses.

He wore a pink shirt underneath, with a large lapel that resembled those in Hong Kong movies of that era, and a green leather jacket over it. He wore white trousers under his round belly, and his pointed leather shoes, which should have been polished to a shine, were now covered in dust and looked like dirt shoes.

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