Gu Yu had always been indifferent to these superstitious practices.
But since Taoist Pan had invited him, he wanted to meet this old Taoist in person.
Seeking divination wasn't his purpose; he just wanted to see what this old Taoist had to say.
Bypassing the crowd that was respectfully offering incense at the large incense altar, Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue crossed the crowded flow of people and went straight to the main hall.
A golden, exquisitely crafted divine statue was situated in the center of the main hall.
The golden statue was lifelike, wearing a lotus crown on its head, holding a whisk in the right hand, and lifting two fingers to the sky with the left hand, displaying the long beard and sideburns characteristic of a high-ranking immortal.
"This must be the statue of Huang Daxian, right?" Gu Yu stood at the entrance, looking up at the imposing golden statue.
"It's a Taoist!" Lin Xinyue was quite surprised; she rarely saw Taoist figures in statues in her daily life.