Zhang Fusheng could feel a small portion of his essence, qi, and spirit being drawn out, not much,
and a stick of incense floated up from the merit box.
On his body, there was also a peculiar and ineffable cause and effect tightly bound to the incense.
Zhang Fusheng calmly walked forward and inserted the incense into the burner.
At the same moment.
The cause and effect related to himself on the incense transferred and fell into the Buddha statue.
Also in that instant.
A fierce wind blew, lifting the scripture banners, the door of the Buddha Tower closed with a bang,
the incense guests in the temple looked around in confusion, then in terror as they saw the Arhats and Vajra statues standing up,
even the Maitreya Buddha Statue stood up!
"Damn..." muttered the Old Man, almost losing his grip on his pipe,
beside him, the Third Lian and Fourth Girl also stared wide-eyed, their scalps tingling.
