Since Mrs. Ren wasn't around, the small Buddha hall had no incense offerings, but the thick sandalwood aroma from the layers of incense cones made Qin Liuxi feel somewhat stuffy and nauseous upon entering.
Besides the incense cones, the offering table presented fresh flowers and fruits, but after two days without being changed, they were not very fresh, and the flowers had begun to wilt. Behind the offering table, on a delicate red sandalwood altar, sat a Buddha statue with a small purple-gold incense burner in front of it.
With just one glance, Qin Liuxi recognized that the Buddha statue was similar to the one she held, though not entirely alike, due to the color.
The Buddha statue here had a faint red hue, suffused with the aura of blood, making it seem more evil and repulsive to behold.
"Why is it this color now?" Ren Ting was shocked; it certainly wasn't this color the last time he had seen it.
