In the early morning, the foot of Mountain Baiyun was like a downtown area. It was hard to imagine there would be so many people in the countryside, especially when it was a winter morning. Surprisingly, there was also a morning market.
Both sides of the road were filled with food stalls that sold deep-fried breadsticks, wontons, meat pies, egg cakes, etc. Almost all the stalls were fully packed.
Along the way, Ren Baqian also saw many stalls that sold prayer beads, Goddess of Mercy pendants, Buddha pendants, and Buddhist texts. Everything here seemed to have something to do with Buddhism.
Ren Baqian was holding steamed pork bun in his mouth while carrying a packet of soy milk in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot. He rushed here in one night, feeling that he had already done his best.
