So for her to go to the temple and pay homage, would it be something unacceptable?

Guan Xiaowan was not sure why the old man reacted like that.

But right now, she had no intention of spending time with someone who was obviously a normal human being.

After the bullock cart stopped, she walked outside the temple, which was full of incense, under the eyes of the old man who was hesitant to speak.

The plaque is very neatly made, with the words "Red Lotus Temple" written on it in dark red fonts.

The ghost king's temple is called the Red Lotus Temple, why are you so stupid?

Guan Xiaowan complained silently in her heart.

Moreover, the words were obviously written with blood mixed with crushed human souls. The sun was shining at this time, and there were also wisps of black energy exuding.

The temple was no different from an ordinary temple, except that the tall and colorful one was not the one she had in mind.

The pure black appearance reflects a faint light under the candlelight.

This is no ordinary stone statue, but made of metal.

Guan Xiaowan subconsciously thought of Wu Jin.

But when I think about it, I think it’s unlikely.

Wujin is the steel of thousands of years later. In this kind of ancient times, Wujin is basically a weapon that can cut iron like mud.

If any country could have an army that used Wujin, it would be invincible.

No matter how powerful the Ghost King is, he can't be this powerful. I don't know where he got so many Wujin statues.

There is such a temple in a small village. How many such statues should there be in the whole world.

Guan Xiaowan tried all kinds of reasons in her mind to deny the speculation that Wu Jin made the image, but there was a voice deep in her heart that kept telling her that her guess was not wrong, this was definitely the Dharma image made by Wu Jin.

Therefore, this ghost king actually dominates more than just the ghost world. In fact, the human world has long been under his complete control. Even the royal families of various countries cannot do anything to him.

With so much black gold, I am afraid that the efforts of several countries have been exhausted.

But if he uses such a hard material as black gold to make an image, how afraid is he that others will smash him to pieces?

Guan Xiaowan shook her head and knelt on Shen Xiang's futon under the suspicious eyes of the important officials.

She lit three sticks of incense and then knelt down to worship.

"I went out this time because I wanted to see the person I wanted to see and discuss something with him. I hope everything goes well and all my wishes come true." She muttered in a low voice.

But although many people were offering incense in the temple, everyone was silent.

Therefore, no matter how quiet Guan Xiaowan's voice was, they could still hear her clearly.

Her words made those who were kneeling in worship turn pale with fright. After kowtowing three times in a hurry, they immediately stepped aside.

It was as if Guan Xiaowan was some kind of plague god.

They were worshiping the King of Ghosts, and their ancestors had been offering incense respectfully for generations, and no one dared to mention any wishes or requests.

Everyone knew that the purpose of worshiping the Ghost King was to prevent this bloodthirsty and cruel Ghost King from attacking them.

Whoever eats the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard dares to go to the Ghost King to make a wish.

This is not a real protector.

But they no longer have a protective god in the world.

Guan Xiaowan did not kowtow, but simply bowed three times and then put the incense on the altar.

Finally, she took out three copper coins from her sleeves and placed them on the offering table.

As a result, the three copper coins were immediately bounced off as soon as they were placed on the table. They rolled twice on the ground and landed at Guan Xiaowan's feet.
Chapter completed!