Some passers-by and market owners at this moment also followed and went inside, all going to worship the gods.
"I'll go take a look too, is it really that miraculous?" muttered a skinny old man, holding a pipe, and he entered the Buddhist Temple with a smile.
He took a drag of his pipe, exhaled clouds of smoke with satisfaction, and the smile on his face was even more pronounced,
Ever since leaving the Golden Province, his luck had noticeably improved, and in the past few days in this market, he made quite a profit!
"Buddha is merciful, Buddha is merciful!"
As the skinny old man crossed the temple gate, he recited these words, walking quickly among the crowd, passing through the paths and secluded woods of the temple, reaching the Buddha Tower entrance.
He took another drag of his pipe, looked at a ragged old man beside him:
"Brother, you look unfamiliar, are you here specifically to worship Buddha?"
Zhang Fusheng glanced at the skinny old man and laughed:
