Five hundred meters away, under the poplar tree, there were monks reciting Sutras in front of incense burners. Many guests at the ceremony saw it.

Everyone knows very well how the monks appeared here. No one thinks anything wrong. No one talks about it. No one pretends to come out and accuse the master of Yue, saying that she is engaged in Mao's feudal superstition.

After all, this marriage has not been a normal behavior. The weird atmosphere on the spot shows what. There is a monk reciting sutras there to drive away this uncomfortable feeling. Everyone has a firm mind.

So when the wind blows, thunder flashes, dust and...