There was a smile on Miao Zhu's eyebrows, and he said noncommittally: "It's convenient for others, and it's convenient for yourself."

"Can I take a moment to speak?" Yuan Ming glanced at the still endless stream of pilgrims and asked.

Miao Zhu made an invitation gesture and led Yuan Ming to a corner.

"What's the matter with the donor? Please tell me directly." Miao Zhu said.

"I am looking for a person named Wu Sang. If you know where he is, can you tell me?" Yuan Ming asked.

"I have never heard of the person mentioned by the donor in the temple." After hearing this, the temple's blessing said after thinking for a moment.

"That man came here about half a year ago. He is in his thirties, has a big face and big ears, and is especially good at making incense. I may have concealed his name. I hope you will remember it carefully. I will be very grateful." Yuan Ming said,

He took out a silver coin and gave it to the temple for blessing.

"I have been in this temple for three or four years, and I am familiar with everyone from the host to the children. It is true that I have never seen the person the donor mentioned. I would like to ask the donor to ask elsewhere." This time,

The Miao Zhu, however, leaned slightly to avoid Yuan Ming's move of stuffing his silver coins. He apologized and turned around to leave.

Yuan Ming looked at the back of Miao Zhu, and slowly returned to the entrance of the hall. He looked around thoughtfully, then turned and walked out of the square. When he turned a corner, a black raven flew out from his body and headed towards

The eaves of the main hall flew away.

Yuan Ming kept walking and walked directly towards a side hall not far away.
Chapter completed!