C134 sacrificial offering

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "I feel that this small temple won't be able to hold on for long."

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "Yes, I think so too."

He spoke absent-mindedly, as if he didn't know we were dying. He struck a match, lit the lamp on the altar, and said to us: "This little temple looks exactly the same as the one we entered, but there must be something different about it