One prayer, two prayers, three prayers.
The statue of the god on the altar is carved from sapphire. It exudes a warm light, has a peaceful face, and a compassionate smile at the corner of its mouth. It looks like it is holy and compassionate.
His long robes and elegant belts seemed to be fluttering in the wind in the next second. His body and clothing were all carved so lifelike that you can see the painstaking efforts of the craftsmen.
The only pity is that the eyes of the statue are blurry. Perhaps due to the erosion of hundreds of years, the statue is no longer what it was before. The townspeople covered His eyes with white cloth, so that those who came to worship could not see His eyes, and He could not see all sentient beings.
Six-year-old Ah Yong was held by her grandma and worshiped the gods three times. A beam of green and warm light fell on Ah Yong's forehead, converging into a small, bright red mole.
Ah Yong has beautiful eyebrows and clear eyes, red lips and white teeth. She is as beautiful and pure as the fresh snow. The red mole is the icing on the cake, like a little Bodhisattva carved from beautiful jade.
The temple became noisy, and everyone sighed and worshiped for this miracle.
"The gods have chosen you as Shen Nuo. From now on, you will be His agent in the world. You must serve Him well."
Eighteen-year-old Ah Yong knelt in front of the statue, but felt that He was very pitiful.
Later, Ah Yong felt that he was also very pitiful.
Intention: love yourself