Chapter 76: Four Soul-Searching Questions Fluster the Youth
The main hall’s presence is just different, unlike the secluded small temples, not only are many tourists coming and going, but there are also quite a few Taoists mixed in among them.
At this time, it was nearing dusk, the tangerine glow of the sun spilled over the temple doors, blending the laughter of couples, the chatter of tourists, the chirping of birds, with the distant ringing of bells, creating a lively earthly scene, imbued with a hint of worldly flavor, and lacking a bit of solemnity.
"This is the last bit of incense, let’s light them all here," Qin Guanglin had already put away his umbrella, he shook the remainder of the small half tube of bamboo incense in his hand and said to He Fang.
He Fang nodded, having specifically saved this place for last and without any more fuss, he pulled Qin Guanglin towards the hall.
Photography was prohibited inside the hall, couples mostly just took a quick look before leaving, only a few middle-aged and elderly tourists were kneeling there to pray, the two of them holding incenses appeared quite distinct from those around them.
Waited until the people in front of them stood up, Qin Guanglin and He Fang stepped forward, readjusting their weary expressions to a more serious mien as they lit their incense, repeating an action they had done countless times that day.
He Fang had mentioned praying for relatives, so Qin Guanglin solemnly accompanied her in burning incense and kneeling to pray, without uttering a single complaint along the way, this last one was particularly meticulous, strictly following the procedures and earnestly performing three loud kowtows, and upon rising, he pressed his hands together in prayer and bowed deeply, taking two steps back before turning around.
Even if the gods and Buddhas did possess power, they could not protect everyone, the many worshippers could only compare who among them was more devout, in hopes that the divine gaze might linger on them just a little longer.
"We’ve worshipped all the deities on the mountain," Qin Guanglin said somewhat sentimentally, who would have thought he, a borderline atheist, would have such a day?
Both knees were a bit sore, and he presumed He Fang must be even more tired, the thought made him feel a bit distressed–if only he could take her place.
He Fang squeezed his hand firmly, "I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself tomorrow."