Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 121 Bodhisattva
After chatting a few more words with the human monks, Baisu entered the Heavenly King Hall.

As soon as he entered the gate, even the Baisu was shocked by the terrifying sculptures on the front and on the left and right sides. Looking at other tourists, most of them bowed sincerely and poured incense money.

Is there really no problem with human belief?How can it grow like this?
Baisu's eyes moved away from Maitreya Bodhisattva's nameplate, and fell upwards to that kind and strange face.

The Bodhisattva has a round face, but his eyes are narrow and long, and the end of the eyes is raised upwards, forming the appearance of hanging eyes. The thin lips are slightly pursed, as if smiling, but it looks a little ferocious from another angle.

The Bodhisattva can't see the neck, and the whole body below is swollen and wrinkled in layers. It can be vaguely seen from the position in contact with the lotus platform that the posture is sitting cross-legged.

The two hands are close to each other, held flat and slightly clasped together, the right hand is slightly lower than the left hand, and the slender fingertips are pointing to the palm, and two arms are born at the position where the body should be the auxiliary breast, and the arms overlap each other.

This is just the statue facing it, and the four people on both sides are equally ugly, each with its own merits.

How should I put it... Baisu was a little worried about human beliefs.

Although his own aesthetics and human aesthetics are not on the same path, but this is too——

The mobile phone signal has not been very good since entering the temple. I am not sure whether it is because of too many people in the temple or the influence of the temple itself. For the time being, there is no way to search for pictures on the Internet.

Baisu has done some homework on human beliefs, but the homework is more about how humans sacrifice and worship, and does not pay attention to what human beliefs themselves look like.

He regrets it now, he should have clicked on the picture and looked at it earlier.

However, he now also has humans he knows to ask.

It only took more than ten seconds to observe the entire statue of Bodhisattva. The black-haired young man showed doubts and turned to the two humans beside him: "This Bodhisattva...does it look like this?"

Just as An Xiangwen wanted to explain, the monk next to him immediately stepped forward, and after hearing the routine, the two humans were dizzy, only Baisu had clear eyesight.

"...The above are the reasons why our statues here are different from other places." The monk smiled kindly, "Do you want to worship Buddha?"

The two humans declined, but Baisu had no intention of worshiping other beliefs.

The monk did not force it, and after retreating a certain distance, he continued to go to other tourists and repeated the process of introducing and lobbying.

An Xiangwen seized the opportunity at this time and waved to Baisu. The three of them stood in the corner of the Heavenly King Hall. There were no monks around, only a few scattered tourists, and they didn't intend to look over.

"Of course Maitreya Bodhisattva doesn't look like this!" It was Wei Wenxue who spoke, and the flaxen-haired girl lowered her voice, "It's impossible to change into this look..."

Wei Wenxue said that she has been to temples and Taoist temples a few times. In her early years, she took exams... such as the college entrance examination, and went to seek Wenquxing with the elders in her family.

She felt that the statues here were made that way on purpose.

"Really, Mr. An, Mr. Bai?"

An Xiangwen nodded in agreement, while Baisu didn't understand at all, so he nodded casually.

"Let's go out first?" Baisu suggested, "There are more and more people in this temple."

The other two agreed, and the three moved to the back of the Temple of Heavenly Kings, taking another weird statue into view.

After leaving the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the view in front of you widens. Many monks are active nearby. There are incense burners for people to burn incense on the upper and lower steps on both sides, and some tourists burn incense there.

Incense is also purchased in the temple, and there is no opportunity to do business here, and they will tell people in special words that the incense in Fuzhao Temple is specially made, which is different from the outside.

It's really not the same.

Baisu could smell the rotten smell mixed with sandalwood from a long distance, it smells very sweet at best, but at worst, it might be the smell of corpse oil.

Corpse oil actually smells good when it's not mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, which is true for most of the tourists present.

Some people may question it, but they are quickly persuaded by their companions with the uniqueness of Fuzhao Temple.

Yeah, it's so different.

Where did the corpse oil come from?
Standing at the place where the incense was sold, Baisu casually took a package of plastic-wrapped and unopened incense from the booth, held it in his hand and looked at it a few times.

The monk behind the stall looked over immediately after the last one was sold, and introduced the differences between these incenses to Baisu.

For example, the difference in thickness, the number of incense, etc., after introductions, the ones recommended by monks are still relatively expensive.

"Would you like to buy it?" Baisu held up the incense and asked the two humans behind him, "Should we come to offer incense?"

Both An Xiangwen and Wei Wenxue showed some reluctance on their faces. After all, they saw the strange appearance of the Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple, but they still got together and bought a share of incense.

Baisu took three of them, and distributed the rest to humans.

The monk also introduced earlier that it is enough to pray for himself three branches. As a human being, Baisu has no relatives and family members.

As a monster, he is the only one in the whole world.

The fire was borrowed from the incense candles in the tripod, and the lit incense smoke was lingering, and the smoke rose in a zigzag way. Baisu didn't follow the rules and taboos of human beings too much, and inserted the incense into the furnace casually.

Three sandalwood sticks squeezed into the embrace of different lengths, green smoke curled up and circled, and within a few seconds, the burnt incense sticks snapped in the middle.

It's not that the incense ash fell off because it was burnt out, but it was bent directly from the split in the middle.

The tourists around witnessed this scene and whispered.

An Xiangwen also tapped Baili twice behind his back, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Bai, do you want to burn incense again?"

Baisu squinted his eyes, looking at the incense that looked natural but was actually broken by external force.

Instead of answering An Xiangwen's question, he walked towards the human monk standing aside.

"Ask, why did the incense break? Is it a quality problem?"

Baisu asked seriously, but in the eyes of the monk, it seemed that he was asking the question knowingly.

The monk couldn't directly say that Baisu was not sincere, so he had to suggest tactfully: "You can offer incense again, and think of the Bodhisattva you want to ask for more silently, and think of more beautiful sentences."

To put it bluntly, it means to say more good things, and sincerity leads to success.

Baisu nodded, and asked again: "Then you offer incense here, are there many people who break incense like me?"

The monk glanced at the man, and replied with a good temper: "Not so much."

Then Baisu walked away from the monk, took three sticks of incense again, and inserted the incense into the incense burner with his left hand lighting the incense and his right hand holding the incense.

As for the thoughts in his heart, he completely let go, and completed the whole process of burning incense with a blank mind.

This time the incense was not broken, and it burned there well.

(End of this chapter)