By mid-afternoon, Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue were hand in hand, strolling down the street when they suddenly noticed the crowd around them was growing.
"It seems like all these people are going to pray, right?"
Gu Yu looked at the various sacrificial offerings in the hands of the people around him, guessing their purpose.
"Then let's go too! I've heard that here in Xiangjiang, they really worship Huang Daxian! He's the God of Wealth and Protecting God!"
Lin Xinyue's eyes lit up, and she pulled Gu Yu forward.
Gu Yu looked at the crowd around him and whispered in Lin Xinyue's ear,
"We are the new socialist youth, isn't praying to the gods a bit superstitious?"
Lin Xinyue rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, since we are here, we should follow local customs! How about we go and draw a fortune stick? It should be the famous Huang Daxian Temple right up ahead."