One day, with nothing to do, Zhang Chen endured until dusk. When the sky dimmed, he took a broom, a bucket, and a cloth, and made his way to the Incense Hall.
The entire hall was empty and silent, with only the Everlasting Lamp flickering continuously in the dim space.
Zhang Chen opened his Devouring Dharma Eye, his eyes gazing at the sculpture above the hall, drooling over the pillar of incense light that shot skyward.
Casually sweeping around the entire hall, he noticed no one was around. Zhang Chen eyed the sculpture, his agile body leaping up, taking the cloth to the back of the statue. Observing the swirling Incense Qi around the statue, Zhang Chen carefully assessed for any traps. Confirming there were none, he stretched out his hand, watching as the mouthparts of the Innate Mosquito slowly emerged from his palm, inch by inch probing into the dense incense.
