I didn't dare to stay here and jumped down immediately.

Under the altar, a stone slab sank, revealing a passage with a dim yellow light shining in it.

However, I always felt that something was not quite right. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally figured out what it was that made me confused.

Ma Liuzhi... is actually the most pious one to the gods?

No matter how I think about it, I feel weird.

China is different from the West. Unlike many foreigners who become believers of a certain religion because of their parents, Chinese people have the right to make free choices. However, as far as I know, they are willing to entrust themselves wholeheartedly to gods.

People are the kind of people who have a particularly hard life.

Because of suffering, despair, and loneliness, the soul needs sustenance and comfort.

My mother is such a person. She married a man like my father. It is conceivable that her life was something that many women did not have. She suffered too much due to her fate, and her face was engraved with traces of time early on. I once

I have seen the look in her eyes when she prayed to the Buddha. The corners of her eyes were cloudy and her expression made people feel distressed. It was a kind of silent misery...

It was also then that I realized that when a person is really in extreme pain, he actually cannot cry...

No matter how you look at it, Ma Liuzhi doesn't seem like a person who needs to believe in gods to calm his heart. On the contrary...
Chapter completed!