"Master... is this right?"
Little Qing Yi blankly raised her head and stared at the gigantic statue of Fang Mo radiating boundless light from the central seat. Her little mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg inside. "...This statue should be you, Master, right?"
"Yes."
Fang Mo was quite frank about it. He simply nodded and admitted it. "That's right. This is your master."
"Huh?"
Little Qing Yi became even more confused. "Then... then why did you put yourself up there? Worshipping yourself sounds strange no matter how you think about it, doesn't it?"
"My disciple, you are mistaken."
Fang Mo smiled at that, then reached out and patted her little head. "Your master is naturally suspicious, so I do not enjoy worshipping gods or Buddhas. I believe it is better to rely on yourself than beg others."
"But..."
"Of course, I admit that relying only on yourself can be very tiring."
Before Little Qing Yi could finish, Fang Mo suddenly waved a hand. "So I do not force everyone to be like me and insist on saving themselves. As the saying goes, the rich squander money, while the poor worship Buddha... Since you can't trouble yourself, go trouble Buddha instead!"
"Huh?"
Little Qing Yi froze. This was the first time she had heard such a bizarre theory.
"Come, come, beloved disciple."
Fang Mo ignored that and pulled Little Qing Yi along as he introduced them one by one. "Let me first introduce these living fathers enshrined in our temple. Remember to pick the one you like best and pay your respects..."
"Okay, okay."
Little Qing Yi nodded instinctively. "Alright, Master."
"Let me introduce this Bodhisattva on the left holding a scallion. This is the Future Buddha, whose Dharma name is Mi Ku."
Fang Mo pointed at Hatsune's