So that morning, Ou Yangrong, with his sharp and critical gaze, took a taxi to Donglin Temple. When he arrived, he saw, "Goodness gracious! Not only was Mo Daojun early, but there were even people earlier than him. The queue of worshippers stretched all the way down the mountain. Ahead of him were mostly people his age, huddled in the cold wind, scrolling through their phones.",“Hitting the electronic wooden fish, accumulating cyber merit, receiving mechanical blessings, ascending to the Pure Land of Bliss, and seeing the Mech Buddha, right I’m familiar with this.” Ouyang Rong seemed confident.,...and the entire underground palace was trembling, with him.。