A sword, a ball, a four-handed divine statue
It stood wearing a compound helmet amidst the loop of the city's highway, indifferently watching every passing car around it.
In front of that huge metal pedestal, several monks continuously bowed in worship, chanting scriptures that others couldn't understand, their expressions devout.
In such a modern city, advocating technology and self-modification, it's indeed bizarre to have large and small statues of the same deity everywhere, along with a group of monks who show no signs of modification worshiping them.
Brother Ni, who had been investigating cults, tried asking many people about the origin of this statue and what it represented.
But the answers he got were all different.
Some said it was the God of Myriad Machines, and as long as you served it happily, even your car would run out of fuel, and you could fire a gun without bullets — a total nonsense kind of story.
