An Chen mingled with the crowd, pricking up his ears to listen to conversations between the many outsiders and local residents.
"Who does this church worship? Why are so many people going there?"
"This is the church of the God of Lust. Since it came to Qingxi City last month, it's held prayers once a week. Hardly anyone went at first, but later, people discovered that most of those who attended prayers could find their other half."
"Is it really that miraculous?"
"Of course. Old Jack, the bachelor on Southwest Street, went to pray the week before last. Less than two days later, a traveling businesswoman took him away."
Hearing this, An Chen could not help frowning.
Was it really that miraculous? Could there be something fishy going on?
With that thought, An Chen followed them to the church they had been talking about.
Isn't this Spirit Hall's architectural style? They actually turned it into a church after its people left?
An Chen thought this to himself, but he still went inside.
The church's interior was much like the churches An Chen had seen in films, television shows, and books before his transmigration, with an aisle down the middle and rows of pews on either side.
At the far end stood not a cross, but a marble statue of a beautiful woman.
The woman wore a floral crown woven from branches, her arms crossed over her chest, her palms resting against her shoulders. She was tall and slender, dressed in a smooth robe woven from silk.
Although the floral crown on her head obscured her face, its beautiful contours were still visible.
An elderly man with graying temples stood at the pulpit between the pews and the statue. Facing the statue with his back to the entrance, he held