In the days that followed, he repeated the routine, but despite this, he could see that this Taoist Temple was actually more sinister than the average cult.
It didn't organize any group gathering activities, didn't require its followers to do anything, only asked them to make offerings as they pleased, and then silently recite their wishes in front of the statue.
Whether it was the Taoists within the temple or the followers coming and going, they all came here with desires and thoughts. Therefore, when their desires were responded to, their trust in the temple skyrocketed, thus transforming them into more devoted followers.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them diehard fans.
And Xin Qi, that's his Taoist name.
On the first day in the temple, the temple master personally gave it to him.
And it was on that day, he looked up at the grand hall, the golden statue overhead, and an unusual sensation arose in his heart.
