It has a bit of a Western medieval church-ism feel to it.
However, medieval churches in Western Europe were not exactly positive entities, so could this temple be the villain?
"If a talisman cultivator could also build a temple like this, how magnificent it would be!"
Zhang Ankang couldn't help but think of it.
As one of the few cultivators who primarily focuses on talisman cultivation and secondarily on martial arts, he naturally had such a hope.
"I think it's prestigious enough to have many worshippers."
As a descendant of the dragon, Jia Xitong held particularly traditional views, even believing it would be better if the talisman gods could earn them some money from offerings. Meanwhile, inside the temple, a sculpture gazed at them with a benevolent expression…
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night
Jia Xitong had another dream.
The area in front of the Temple of the God of Talismans was packed with people, with a believer every five steps and a fanatical believer every ten steps.
Thick smoke billowed from the hundreds of bronze incense burners around them.
As the view zoomed in, the original two-meter-tall terracotta statue had grown to a height of twenty meters, cast entirely in gold and radiating a divine aura. At this moment, the surrounding believers knelt down and shouted in unison, "Long live the God of Talismans! May the God of Talismans protect us! The power of talismans is boundless!"
In the darkness, the little raccoon opened her eyes, which were the size of black broad beans. She wiped her face with her little paws, feeling as if the God of Talismans had appeared to her in a dream.
A believer every five steps, a fanatical believer every ten steps.
Hundreds of bronze incense burners were emitting smoke thicker than factory chimneys...
It's a good thing he dared to think that way!
Lord Fu, you should face reality.
Jia Xitong said this to herself, then pressed her chest against Shang Yanting's chest and yawned contentedly—facing reality like herself.
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