Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 762 - 464: It is a treasure to you, but a disaster to me!

Chapter 762: Chapter 464: It is a treasure to you, but a disaster to me!

In front of the statue of the Ox-Headed God was a copper incense burner with a diameter of half a meter. At this moment, the burner was already half filled with ash, and three finger-thick sticks of incense were inserted in the middle, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The scent of the incense swirled around the main hall. However, amidst this, he could also detect a faint hint of other fragrances.

Since he had already seen it, Sean Knight was not surprised.

"This is the statue of the god, and you guys are..."

Vicky Wilson said, looking at Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings.

Sean Knight replied:

"I’ll go first."

Vicky Wilson had a simple mindset: if they were here for blessings, then they should just start. They had to hurry up.

"Although I believe in Buddhism, I have to admit that this ox-headed god is occasionally quite effective," the old monk Horton suddenly said: "Small wishes from the villagers who visit the temple often come true. However, it doesn’t work as well for big matters."

"It might be because it’s a small place and the incense is not strong, so the god doesn’t have that much power." Sean Knight joked after lighting the incense.

"Is there such a theory?" Unexpectedly, Sean Knight’s jest made Monk Horton frown, deep in thought.

After Elijah Hastings silently chanted a few words and inserted the incense into the burner, he continued:

"Of course there’s such a theory. The more followers a god or buddha has, the more powerful they are. For example, why is Avalokitesvara more powerful than other bodhisattvas? It’s because she has more followers and more incense offerings!"

This argument was actually quite reasonable.

Web novels are misleading people; after all, some web novels plot small land gods starting to explain things, calculating even a few wisps of incense per day. This way, they still mislead many people.

"Can you really calculate like that?"

"Of course! Even if the Ox-Headed God is very effective, it can only accept incense from your village. How many people can there be in your village?"

"Even if the Jade Emperor was powerful, if you put him in a small village as a land god, he could only gradually become a real land god, since there are only so many people to worship him and gather divine power."

After being mixed up by Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings, Monk Horton’s thoughts were in disarray.

The old monk had spent his entire life in this ancestral temple, and his mind was incredibly pure. He would never study such complex matters.

Nor would he have such a big imagination to think of these things.

But he underestimated the imagination of novelists who rack their brains for ideas and the massive worldviews they build for the sake of logical consistency.

Just think, someone edited 206 entries and made 4800 changes on Wikipedia to have a reasonable silver mine set-up in their novel, writing millions of words of documentation, and no one discovered the issue in ten years!

The funniest part was that when many people wrote papers or compiled materials, they quoted those entries!

Just think about how big that person’s imagination is!

Incredibly powerful!

Just looking at the numerous wars they created for the Kashin Silver Mine is enough for professionals to study for a while.

So when Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings brought up the system of gods and buddhas’ abilities based on the number of incense offerings constructed by web novel writers, Master Horton was dumbfounded.

Can this really be a basis for argument?

If this is the case, then the Ox-Headed God being very effective actually makes sense!

Seeing Master Horton nodding and shaking his head from time to time, Vicky Wilson was somewhat worried, and she gently nudged Elijah Hastings:

"Isn’t it wrong to confuse the old monk like this?"

"What’s wrong with it?" Elijah Hastings glanced at her, "What we said is also correct. This is a possibility that might exist! Looking back at our history, didn’t those effective gods and buddhas have many followers?"

Vicky Wilson opened her mouth to argue, but wasn’t it because the gods and buddhas were effective that they had more followers?

But then she realized this was just like the chicken and egg problem, and there was no arguing it.

So she let it be.

"Your words have enlightened me. Please come to the meditation room in the backyard to continue our conversation!"

The old monk was now very polite, and his speech was not as casual as before.

Before Sean Knight could respond, Vicky Wilson became anxious.

This is not how things were supposed to go!

She had planned to finish visiting the ancestral temple today and head back to Kumamoto County before nightfall, as she and her boyfriend had plans for tomorrow!

The old monk was going to invite them over to chat, but who knew how long they would be talking?

Wouldn’t this disrupt her plans?

"Miss Meiko, you can walk around the temple, but don’t worry, I will take good care of the two gentlemen," the old monk remembered Vicky Wilson and added, "However, you cannot run around in the temple as some places are not safe."

With that, the words Vicky Wilson was about to say were sidetracked.

Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings were actually looking forward to interacting with the old monk and wearing him down, taking up time and waiting for nightfall to take action.

The old monk’s meditation room was simple, just a mud kang with a table on it. The kitchen was in the inner room. The old monk invited Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings to sit at the table on the kang, poured tea, and began to inquire about the incense issue.

In fact, Sean Knight could also see that the old monk was not stupid, he just regarded the theory that Sean Knight and Elijah Hastings put forward as a possible research direction.

Regardless of the religious or theoretical school, the theories will constantly improve and evolve; otherwise, they will naturally disappear in the long river of history.

Many theories that might have disappeared might have new branches and then experience vigorous development.