After chatting with the human monk for a few more words, Bai Su entered the Temple of the Heavenly King.

As soon as he entered the door, Baisu was also shocked by the horrifying sculptures on the front and on the left and right sides. Looking at the other tourists, most of them kowtowed sincerely and invested in incense money.

Is there really no problem with human faith? How can it become like this?

Bai Su's eyes moved away from the name tag of Maitreya Bodhisattva and fell upwards to the kind and yet weird face.

The Bodhisattva has a round face, but his eyes are long and narrow. The ends of the eyes are raised upward, forming the appearance of hanging eyes. His thin lips are slightly pursed, as if he is smiling. From another angle, he looks slightly ferocious.

The Bodhisattva's neck cannot be seen, and the entire body below is covered with layers of swelling and wrinkles. It can be vaguely seen from the position where it is in contact with the lotus platform that he is sitting cross-legged.

The two hands are close to each other, held flat and slightly clasped, the right hand is slightly lower than the left hand, the slender fingertips are on the palm, and two arms are born on the body where the accessory breasts should be, and the arms overlap and surround each other.
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This is just the statue facing him, the four on both sides are equally ugly in their own way.

How should I put it... Bai Su is a little worried about human faith.

Although his own aesthetics and human aesthetics are not on the same path, what he is seeing in front of him is too——

The mobile phone signal has not been very good since it entered the temple. I am not sure whether it is because there are too many people in the temple or the impact of the temple itself. For the time being, I cannot search for online pictures.

Baisu has done some homework on human faith, but the homework is more about how humans sacrifice and make offerings, and he has not paid much attention to what human faith itself looks like.

He regrets it now. He should have clicked on the picture to take a look at it earlier.

However, he now has people he knows that he can ask.

It only took more than ten seconds to observe the entire Bodhisattva statue. The black-haired young man looked puzzled and turned to the two humans next to him: "This Bodhisattva... does it look like this?"

Just when An Xiangwen was about to explain, the monk next to him immediately stepped forward and spoke a set of words that made the two humans dizzy. Only Bai Su could still see clearly.

"...The above are the reasons why the statues here are different from those in other places." The monk said with a kind smile, "Do you want to worship Buddha?"

The two humans declined, but Baisu had no intention of worshiping other faiths.

The monk did not force anything, and after stepping away for a while, he continued to the other tourists and repeated the process of introduction and persuasion.

An Xiangwen seized the opportunity at this time and waved to Baisu. The three of them stood in the corner of the Tianwang Hall. There were no monks around, only a few scattered tourists, and they had no intention of looking over.

"Of course Maitreya Bodhisattva doesn't look like this!" Wei Wenxue was the one who spoke. The flaxen-haired girl lowered her voice, "No matter how much you change, it's impossible to look like this..."

Wei Wenxue said that she had been to temples, Taoist temples and the like several times. In her early years, when taking exams... such as the college entrance examination, she went to seek Wenquxing with her elders.

She felt that the statues here were deliberately made like this.

"Really, Mr. An, Mr. Bai?"

An Xiangwen nodded in agreement, while Bai Su didn't understand it at all and nodded twice casually.

"Let's go out first?" Bai Su suggested, "There are more and more people in this hall."

The other two agreed, and the three moved to the back of the Heavenly King's Hall, taking in another strange-looking statue.

After leaving the Tianwang Hall, the view in front of us widened. Many monks were active nearby. There were incense burners for people to burn incense at the top and bottom of the steps on both sides. Some tourists were burning incense there.

The incense is also purchased in the temple. There is no opportunity to do business here, and they will also use special words to tell people that the incense at Fuzhao Temple is specially made and different from the ones outside.

It's really different.

Baisu could smell the decaying smell mixed with the sandalwood from all the way. To put it mildly, it smelled very fragrant, but to put it harshly, it might have been the smell of corpse oil.

When corpse oil is not mixed with the smell of decaying corpses, it actually smells pretty good, which is true for most tourists present.

Some people may have questioned the smell, but they were quickly persuaded by their companions because Fuzhao Temple was unique.

Yes, it’s so different.

Where does corpse oil come from?

Bai Su stood at the place where incense was sold, and casually took a package of plastic-sealed and unopened incense from the stall, holding it in his hand and looking at it for a few times.

The monk behind the stall immediately looked over after selling the last portion and introduced the differences between these incense to Baisu.

For example, the difference between thick and thin, the number of incense, etc., after introductions, the ones recommended by the monks are still more expensive.

"Do you want to buy it?" Bai Su asked the two humans behind him, holding up the incense, "Are we here to offer incense?"

Both An Xiangwen and Wei Wenxue had some reluctance on their faces. After all, they saw the strange-looking Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple, but they still got together and bought a piece of incense.

Baisu took three, and the rest were divided among humans.

The monk also introduced before that it is enough to pray for yourself with three branches. As a human being, Baisu is alone and has no relatives.

As a monster, he is the only one in the world.

The fire was borrowed from the incense candle in the cauldron. The lit incense was filled with smoke, and the smoke rose in twists and turns. Bai Su did not follow human rules and taboos too much, and casually inserted the incense into the furnace.

Three sandalwood sticks were squeezed into the embrace of different lengths, green smoke curled up, and then within a few seconds, the incense, which had not burned much, was broken at the waist.

It's not because the incense ash fell off after it was burned out, but it was bent due to splitting directly from the middle part.

The tourists around me witnessed this scene and whispered.

An Xiangwen also nodded Baisu twice behind his back and asked in a low voice: "Brother Bai, do you want to apply incense again?"

Bai Su squinted his eyes and looked at the incense that looked natural, but was actually broken by external forces.

He did not answer An Xiangwen's question, but walked towards the human monk standing aside.

"Ask, why did the incense break? Is it a quality problem?"

Bai Su asked seriously, but in the eyes of the monk, it seemed like he was asking questions knowingly.

The monk couldn't tell Bai Su outright that he was sincere, so he could only suggest tactfully: "You can offer incense again, silently think about the Bodhisattva you asked for, and think of more beautiful sentences."

To put it bluntly, the more you say good things, the more sincere you will be.

Bai Su nodded and asked: "Then when you burn incense here, are there many people like me who break it?"

The monk glanced at the person and replied with his good temper: "Not much."

Bai Su then walked away from the monk, took three more incense sticks, and inserted the incense into the incense burner with his left hand lighting the incense and his right hand holding the incense.

As for what was in his heart, he completely let go and completed the entire process of burning incense with a blank mind.
Chapter completed!