Meanwhile, another two days had passed in the mortal realm.
Jiangdu, Lu Clan Temple.
A vast sea of people, like a black dragon, surged into the temple in a frantic rush to make offerings.
Had Lu Chen not urgently transferred more than five hundred disciples from the factory to maintain order, while Yu Feng dispatched plenty of yamen personnel to assist, the original scale of Lu Clan Temple simply could not have borne such a terrifying flood of worshippers.
And this was after the Wu family and Qin family had gotten the jump on them.
They had concocted the gimmick of "free offerings," hoping to use it to restrain Lu Clan Temple's Incense Fire and force worshippers to choose between their two families and the Lu Clan.
Yet they had ultimately underestimated the worshippers' minds and overestimated their own little tricks.
Granted, "free offerings" could stop a small portion of people greedy for petty gains, but the vast majority of worshippers saw things as clearly as a mirror.
The Qin family and Wu family's so-called free offerings amounted to no more than three incense sticks a day, and the odds of receiving blessings from those three sticks were nearly zero;
while at Lu Clan Temple, not only could one pray for blessings during the temple fair, there was also a chance to draw spirit talismans.
Nor did one need to make excessive daily offerings. One incense stick was enough, and ten days only cost a thousand yuan.
What family could not grit their teeth and fork over that thousand yuan?
Why pass up tangible benefits just for your two families' three free incense sticks a day?
Thus, Jiangdu's entire Incense Fire market was forcibly split into an unprecedented polarization: on one side, Lu Clan Temple was packed so tightly that