Xue Rui was taken aback for a moment. Praying to gods and buddhas?
He knew plenty of people who believed in such ethereal things, but they were usually praying for wealth or good fortune. Or they were older, bored, and just looking for some peace of mind.
Take his mother, Ren Qunfang, for example. She was always getting safety talismans, spending money to ensure the family's well-being.
When young people prayed, it was usually because they'd run into an unsolvable problem or felt lost about the future.
'Gu Muxue probably falls into the latter category…'
Lin Ruoxi asked quietly, "Rui, which temple do you want to go to?"
"I don't believe in any of this. They're all the same to me."
Xue Rui thought for a moment before adding silently in his head, 'Except for the God of Wealth, of course.'
"There are lots of temples in Chang'an. Some for praying for safety, some for good fortune in love…" Lin Ruoxi said timidly.
