The black cat stood on the eucalyptus stand and wagged its tail. He reportedly handed over a statue of a decapitated official in military uniform and a statue of a Zen monk draped in blood-yellow cloth. He looked at him, looked back indifferently, and slowly backed away. In the darkness, he slowly closed his glowing golden eyes.
At this time, Urien finally realized that there was no main deity carved in this shrine, only two guardian statues with broken limbs on the left and right, and there were no so-called offerings.
That's funny!
Why is there a special shrine inside the store if it doesn't enshrine a god? If they worship God, why are they treated with such contempt?
Yu Lianyun felt that the store was unusual, just like the products inside.
Hearing the young man's words, Yu Lianyun only thought that the young man was an employee of the store. He shook his head and asked, "Isn't the boss here?"
The young man lowered his eyebrows, straightened his eyebrows, looked a little disappointed, and said, "My name is Linlin, boss."
Only then did Yu Lianyun realize that he had misunderstood, and immediately apologized.
``Drink some tea and rest. You must have sweated a lot.'' Ling Ling smiled gently. It gave off a faint scent, the kind of fireworks Yu Lianyun had only smelled in Taoist and Buddhist temples. Although they burn incense, Yu Lianyun has never seen an incense burner in the house. The smell seemed to e from inside the young man's body.
Yu Lianyun wanted to refuse, but when she remembered that the young man had said that he was sweating, she couldn't help but be surprised. Only then did I understand why my body had bee so heavy. The strange illness that had been plaguing him lately wasn't getting any worse. However, his sweat soaked his thick cotton clothing, making it heavy and "mushy" and extremely unfortable to wear.
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