Zheng Sanpao was somewhat afraid of his police son, glanced at him, picked up the hat on the kang and put it on his head. He wrapped himself in a cotton jacket, and despite feeling somewhat cold, he wound a scarf around his neck. It wasn't until Zheng Sanpao left the house that Zheng Dazhi moved, glanced at the Bodhisattva statue in the living room which exuded a serene and wise aura, enshrouded by the incense smoke as if cloaked in an ethereal mist.
Almost as if possessed, as Zheng Dazhi reached the entrance of the living room, he slowly stepped back again, retreating under the gaze of the Bodhisattva; anyone would be shocked to see this.
He lit three incense sticks and offered them.
