In the world, there are countless pious people, whether their piety is genuine or not. In front of them, there are quite a few people desperately squeezing forward, holding high incense sticks, all wishing to offer their devout spirit to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.
Qi Taiguo frowned deeply. He had never been to such a place before, let alone to offer incense. If it weren't for Cheng Su wanting to come, he wouldn't have thought to visit. Only after arriving did he see in person how fanatical people were and how deep their reverence for the gods was.
Cheng Su was also holding incense and moving forward. Since they'd come, it was impossible to persuade her to leave. Qi Taiguo had no choice but to open his arms protectively around her. The incense was all lit, the room was only so big, and with so many people bumping into each other, what if the incense ash fell on her face?
