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Chapter 193: Why do we need three sticks of incense when worshipping God?
The journey was smooth.

Not long after, Lu Yue noticed that Xiaohong was slowing down, so he lightly stepped on the brakes and finally stopped steadily without any damage to the ghost fire tram.

What comes into view is a magnificent temple. The magnificent decorations sparkle under the sunlight. Every brick and tile exudes refinement and luxury. You can feel its grandeur at a glance.

Although this temple is located between urban and rural areas, far away from the county center and small in scale, its luxury is in no way inferior to the Chanyin Ancient Temple in Taicheng.

Lu Yue was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the county temple could be so luxurious.

Is the ghost painter hiding in here?
Is this because he knows that he has committed serious sins and yet he shaves his head and becomes a monk?
After searching on the Internet, there are many rumors about this temple. Many people say that this small temple is more effective than those big temples, but one comment from netizens is particularly eye-catching.

Compare this small temple to the big temple as a small clinic to a big hospital.

If this statement is true, then it does explain some problems. Some unscrupulous small clinics don't care what symptoms you have and will just prescribe a set of hormones and antibiotics, after all, strong medicines work the fastest.

The same principle applies to praying and making a wish.

Some prayers do work, but the price is often high.

He also discovered that the history of this temple was only about fifty years.

Lu Yue suddenly thought of the fat monk who was doing evil and using all kinds of shady tricks.

Is this a coincidence?
At this moment, Xiaohong suddenly trembled all over, her figure became erratic, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. It all happened so fast that Lu Yue frowned and called out a few times but there was no response.

He then reported the situation to Examiner Zhong.

In order to avoid any further trouble, he decided to go into the temple and investigate first.

He took the bronze axe out of the body bag and put it into the backpack. Even though part of the wooden handle was exposed due to its length, there was no other way. It was much better than frantically searching in the body bag during the battle.

It seems that I have to find a space container suitable for carrying the bronze axe in the future.

However, this type of space container is indeed very rare.

Kettles and the like were too small. Apart from body bags, the only thing Lu Yue had seen that looked like a space container was Doctor Zhang's "life-saving and healing" medicine box.

I don’t know where Doctor Zhang got the box from.

Maybe I can spend money to buy a similar one in the future.

After all, no one would be suspicious if this thing was carried on his back. Once a battle broke out, he could take out the bronze axe from the medicine box and perform a craniotomy on the enemy.

These thoughts flashed through Lu Yue's mind.

After looking around, Lu Yue climbed over the wall and stepped into the temple.

Be extremely alert and keep a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

There was silence all around, as if no one had entered the temple since it was closed. However, at this moment, Lu Yue suddenly noticed a figure next to the incense burner in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man, standing there in a daze, holding three incense sticks.

When Lu Yue approached, the middle-aged man noticed someone, so he turned around and asked in confusion: "Are you here to burn incense and pray for blessings too?"

Lu Yue did not answer. The middle-aged man muttered to himself, "I heard that the temples here are more powerful than those in big cities, so I came here to make a wish."

"When we men reach middle age, we tend to get fat and bald, our work is not going well, our family is not harmonious, and we don't have enough money. People like us don't see any hope in this life... But now it's different. I burned incense, and the Buddha responded to me. My life will get better."

Lu Yue looked at the two short and one long incense sticks and frowned slightly.

"Little brother, this is your first time here and you may not know how to burn incense. Let me teach you the correct way to burn incense." The middle-aged man said enthusiastically, "Pinch the incense between your middle and index fingers. Put your left hand on top with your thumb on the end of the incense. Then hold the incense high and insert it into the Baihui acupoint on the top of your head."

"Do you know why you do that?"

"Because there is a god above us?" Lu Yue answered after thinking for a while.

"That's right! Only in this way can the gods and Buddhas in heaven appreciate your incense and fulfill your wish." The middle-aged man smiled and handed the three incense sticks in his hand to Lu Yue.

"Brother, you really understand. You said that during festivals we offer sacrifices to the gods and Buddhas, fill a table with food, and then light three incense sticks at the end. Why do you only light three?" Lu Yue suddenly asked.

The middle-aged man was somewhat bewildered. This question touched upon his blind spot in knowledge. "Why?"

Before he could finish his words, there was a "puff" sound, and the three incense sticks in Lu Yue's hand were suddenly thrown out, like sharp arrows that instantly pierced the man's head.

"Because gods and Buddhas can use two incense sticks as chopsticks when eating."

The strange thing was that the middle-aged man did not die, not even a drop of blood shed, but his facial features collapsed and twisted together, and he numbly said: "What about the other one?"

Lu Yue's expression was calm. He threw a punch and directly knocked the middle-aged man to pieces.

"Do you need a toothpick to pick your teeth after dinner?"

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Having dealt with ghost painters for such a long time, and having killed dozens of rough leather painters in Guhe Village last night, Lu Yue could tell the difference between ordinary stuff even with his eyes closed and just by smelling it, as long as they were not the fine leather painters who were painted directly on living human bodies.

This is like an oil pourer pouring oil without spilling a drop.

Without it, just familiarity with your hands.

This middle-aged man is just an ordinary leather painter and can be seen through at a glance.

"Ghost Painter, I'm here to kill you."

"Are you there? If you are, could you please say something?"

Since the person in the painting exists here, and coupled with Xiaohong's previous abnormal behavior, Lu Yue is absolutely sure that the ghost painter is here.

Seeing that no one responded, Lu Yue was about to dig three feet into the ground to force the other party out.

Just as he was performing the opening moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, doing a golden dragon plowing the land, and discussing a renovation plan worth several million, a bloated figure in a cassock slowly walked out of the hall in the distance.

"Amitabha, benefactor, there is no ghost painter you are looking for here."

Lu Yue raised his eyebrows.

This monk looks similar to the fat monk in my memory who used dirty tricks.

So he looked him up and down and asked, "Are you the abbot of this temple?"

"Amitabha, I am the abbot of this temple."

"The temple is closed for the time being due to some important matters. Please come back another day."

The fat monk put his hands together, his tone hinting at rejection.

"No problem, I always follow the rules. Sorry for bothering you."

After Lu Yue finished speaking, he turned and left.

The fat monk was stunned, as if he didn't expect Lu Yue to be so obedient.

When they were about to reach the door, Lu Yue suddenly stopped and asked casually: "By the way, have you been to Guhe Village fifty years ago?"

The fat monk frowned slightly, and did not give a direct answer, but changed the subject and said: "Amitabha, I don't understand what you mean, this is a quiet place for Buddhism, please don't hit me..."

"I'm going to hit you, old man. You've got your comeuppance now."

Lu Yue turned around suddenly with a fierce look in his eyes, and used his right hand to perform the lightning method. His fist swelled instantly, as if he was wearing a huge lightning boxing glove.

This punch was so powerful and strong that it was like a heavy artillery shell.

boom!
Just one punch was enough to blow the fat monk's head off.

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