As for who is the king, it is really not a matter of theirs, and they can’t care.

The store is open, although there are not many people on the street, but there are still.

Did not return to the bustling, but it did not end.

Human vitality and adaptability are extremely strong.

In an ordinary dress, Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che walked through the bustling streets, walked through the four cities of Chen County, and finally walked to the original Nan Song National Temple.

The magnificent temple, with a strong southern color, is bright and imaginative, quite wild.

At this time, all the way, the incense is quite prosperous, and the rolling cigarettes are flying up, filling any place in the National Temple.

People come and go, almost rubbing shoulders.

It’s more lively than on the street.

Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che are standing under a bodhi tree outside the main hall of the National Temple, hidden in the shade of the trees, watching the popularity of the front.

Rarely, I have never seen any temple with such a prosperous fireworks.

A faint glance at the ordinary people who kept going, and Haoyue looked up at the magnificent National Temple main hall.

"Remove it." Very light, but absolutely resolutely throw these three words.

Faith, this is the existence of a belief.

The Southern Song Dynasty has already destroyed the country, but there is still such a prosperous incense in this country's temple, which is more than the people on the street.

This only illustrates a problem.

The Southern Song Dynasty is still alive in the hearts of these Southern Song dynasties. They are recalling it in this form, missing it, and looking forward to it.

Such a belief is terrible, an invisible spirit, but it is even worse than a tangible force.

It may be the source of future disasters.

Haoyue is quite clear about this.

The Xuanyuan Che listened to the side not only did not agree, but smiled slightly: "Do you hear what they are talking about?"