The car stopped in silence. They had arrived at their destination.
The driver opened the door from the outside, and Zhou Mochen helped Xu Su out of the car.
Pu Hua Temple was located in the suburbs of Beijing, on the summit of Lianhua Mountain.
At an altitude of over six hundred meters, with more than a thousand stone steps leading up to it, the temple was always bustling with worshippers. Countless people made the pilgrimage every day to pray.
Occasionally, some exceptionally devout believers facing hardship would make the ascent by kowtowing every three steps.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Xu Su looked up and could faintly make out the magnificent temple on the summit, which looked solemn and majestic.
Zhou Mochen took her hand, leading her toward the steps. "Let's go."
"On foot?" Xu Su's eyes widened as she pointed to the sedan chairs nearby. "Why don't we give them some business?"
