He was tightening a rope to a golden lotus lantern, swinging it overhead and aiming carefully before throwing it forcefully toward the hole above…,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,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."。