Chen Shouyi could hear the whispers of a couple ten kilometers away, see pedestrians on roads a hundred kilometers away like a reconnaissance satellite, and sense the faintest touch of dust colliding with his skin.
At the same time, his keen perception could even reach more than ten meters underground.
However, unless these mountains of information contained something explosive or piqued his interest, he rarely paid them deliberate attention. He had long since grown accustomed to them.
He turned around and saw an old woman dressed in black, cloth shoes on her feet, her body trembling feebly. She held a broom in her hand, and her dim yellow eyes carried a trace of wariness.
At a glance, she was clearly an ordinary woman.
"Granny, I heard this place is very efficacious, so I came here out of admiration to pay my respects," Chen Shouyi said with a smile.
The old woman immediately let down her guard and said enthusiastically:
"It's very efficacious. A lot of people from the neighboring villages have built temples to Guanyin who grants children. Let me tell you, there was a couple in our village who had been married for ten years without a child. They'd been to every hospital and taken every medicine, but they just couldn't conceive. Then, after worshiping the Bodhisattva, she became pregnant right away and even gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl."
That really was the Bodhisattva's doing, and not... someone else's.
Chen Shouyi muttered inwardly as he looked toward the Divine Statue. It was already a standard Divine Statue, faintly radiating an imposing aura. In the unseen realm, he could make out a goddess holding an infant in her arms, her upper body bare, her posture graceful and enchanting, hovering above the Divine Statue and looking down upon