Chapter 677 An Old Story, the Secret in the Buddha Hall

Puguang Temple had many worshippers. Some noble madams and ladies in the capital usually came here to burn incense. However, the incident with the second consort of King Yan's Manor last time had sparked bloodshed and a love affair. The holy place of Buddhists had been stained with blood and conspiracy. Then some people felt that this place was not good, so fewer people came here to burn incense, compared to previous years. It was the desolate autumn day. It was late afternoon, near evening. If someone came to burn incense, they would have already left at this time as long as they didn't spend the night here. The horse carriages in front of the gate to the temple disappeared one by one, and only a few carriages were left there. Of course, Feng Yuran's horse carriage did not appear in the parking lot of Puguang Temple so openly, but stopped in the jungle at the foot of the mountain. Then Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong in his arms and rode through the path into the back door of Pugu