In the immortal realms, it’s rumored that Wang Yao, the Matchmaker, is untouchable. Offending others might lead to a fight, but offending the Matchmaker could lead to your family tree’s next versio...
As they got off the bus, everyone, including Wang Yao, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the 50 yuan fare was well worth it.
As soon as they got out of the car, the three of them were startled by the sight before them. They weren't surprised by any strange or magnificent scenery, but rather by the sheer number of people in the place. It was as if all the mortals in the human world had crowded in, a dense and overwhelming crowd that made it impossible to tell which way was which.
The three of them stared blankly at the sea of people that filled the mountains and valleys, which looked like a dense forest rising from the ground. After a while, Hui Shuo, being the quick-witted one, found a road sign and a scenic map. He squeezed through to take a closer look, then squeezed back to tell Wang Yao that there were several forks in the road.
The cable car station is directly ahead of the fork in the road. To the left of the cable car station, before you turn onto the fork, is Jiming Temple. The fork to the right leads to the God of Wealth Temple, while the fork to the left leads to Ping'an Temple.
Hua Tuo frowned repeatedly after hearing Hui Shuo's words. What God of Wealth Temple, Peace Temple? There were no such temples among the eighteen temples of Yunling in the past. There were too many people in front of him. He looked around at the terrain for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He still couldn't connect with his past memories.
Wang Yao made the decision, suggesting that everyone visit Jiming Temple first. After all, it is an ancient temple, one of the eighteen genuine old temples of Yunling. They should visit it first, and then make further plans.
Seeing that the scenic area had changed drastically, Hua Tuo dared not pretend to be an old-timer anymore and agreed to Wang Yao's request. The three of them squeezed together in the crowd and moved towards Jiming Temple. As Wang Yao walked, he wondered, "It's only Tuesday today, not a holiday. Where did all these people come from?"
People were standing there densely packed, and some were even sneaking around taking pictures in the crowd. Some middle-aged women dressed in bright colors were looking for places to pose provocatively, and many others were quite uncivilized, standing right in front of the camera, forcing the middle-aged women to shoo them away from time to time.