Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

April 8th is Buddha's Bathing Day.

Mo Zhaohua and his maid took a bath and burned incense. After breakfast, they went to Yishoutang and invited the old lady to go to the Buddhist temple.

Today they will burn Buddhist scriptures in the temple, pray for their ancestors and protect future generations for thousands of years.

The old lady and Madam Liu bathed and burned incense early in the morning, and were quite displeased when they didn't see Rong Qing. "Zhao Jie'er, why didn't your mother come?"

Mo Zhaohua didn't want Rong Qing to deal with the old lady, "It was Zhao Zhao who begged mother to give me a chance to practice."

The old lady didn't believe it. "Isn't it because your mother still remembers what happened last time and doesn't want to take care of it?"

Although the matter of promoting the heir was never mentioned again, it was a knot in everyone's heart, and the old lady often wanted to vent her anger with Rong Qing.

Mo Zhaohua explained, "Grandma misunderstood mother. Zhao Zhao begged for a long time before mother agreed."

The old lady said in a bad tone, "Did you beg her, or did she ask you to cover for her? Only you and your daughter know best."

Yueying said coldly, "Young lady will preside over the Buddha's Bathing Day next year in the Prince's Palace. Does the old lady not want young lady to exercise?"

The old lady didn't dare to provoke her, and she denied it with a smile, "Miss, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I was just afraid that Zhao Jie'er was not familiar with it and wouldn't be able to do it well."

Even if you beat a dog, you have to look at its owner first. Yueying was tough, "Since you are afraid that you can't do it well, shouldn't you learn it? Do you have to wait until you enter the palace for the prince to hire someone to teach you?"

The old lady was speechless and dared not to make trouble anymore. She signaled to Aunt Liu to help her up, and then went to the Buddhist hall.

Mo Yaohua and Jinqiu had been waiting in the Buddhist temple for quite some time. Jinqiu was holding ten thick volumes of Buddhist scriptures, which were shaky.

Jinqiu asked with an unpleasant expression, "Miss, I can't hold you anymore. When will the old lady come?"

Mo Yaohua looked haggard, with two very obvious bruises under his eyes. "Hold on a little longer, it should be here soon."

She had been working late into the night for days and was exhausted. Her back and waist ached, and her right hand hurt as if it was broken.

In the past, I copied Buddhist scriptures just to show them to the old lady, but it was never like this time, when I actually copied ten volumes of Buddhist scriptures in less than a month.

After this incident, her hands are shaking so much that she can't even hold an embroidery needle steadily. She is afraid that she will not be able to do needlework in the short term.

Jinqiu felt her hands were dropping down, her eyes turned red, "Miss, I can't do it anymore, I really can't hold you anymore..."

Mo Yaohua pricked up his ears, "Here it comes, I heard the sound, you just need to hold on a little longer."

Jinqiu was almost crying, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue to persevere, holding the thick scriptures with trembling hands.

Mo Zhaohua also had some faith in Buddhism, so he specially copied three volumes of Buddhist scriptures to pray for the three most important people.

The old lady walked into the Buddhist hall with the help of Nanny Liu. Mo Yaohua breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to pay her respects.

Mo Yaohua knelt down obediently, "Granddaughter pays respects to grandmother, and wishes to..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard Jinqiu exclaim, "Ouch..."

She secretly cried out in displeasure and turned back, only to see that the Buddhist scriptures in Jinqiu's hands were scattered all over the floor.

Mo Zhaohua first saw Mo Yaohua's haggardness, and then saw Jin Qiu's mistake, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

In my previous life, I was also in a haggard state in the Buddhist temple, but the scriptures did not fall to the ground.

Seeing this, the old lady became anxious, "This is a Buddhist scripture that is used to pray for the blessings of our ancestors, how can it be stained with dust from the ground?"

Jinqiu knelt down, "Please forgive me, Madam, the scriptures are too heavy, I really can't carry them..."

The old lady was afraid that the scriptures were unclean and would blaspheme the Buddha. "Then you can just throw the scriptures on the ground?"

Jin Qiu knew that the old lady was concerned, so she kowtowed and begged for mercy, "I didn't do that, it was the scripture that slipped off..."

Mo Yaohua was squatting on the ground picking up scriptures one by one, but after picking up only a few, they were too heavy to carry.

She urgently needed Jinqiu's help to share the burden. "Grandma, the scriptures that my granddaughter is copying are long and complex, and they are indeed a bit heavy."

"Lengthy?" Mo Zhaohua grasped the key words, "Third sister, do you mean that copying scriptures is meaningless, or that it is too tedious?"

The old lady sneered, "How dare you! These scriptures were carefully selected by me personally. When is it your turn to make comments?"

Mo Yaohua was so frightened that he shuddered and couldn't hold the scriptures in his hand steadily, and dropped them to the ground again.

The old lady was even more angry, "So you don't want to pray for your ancestors."

Mo Yaohua cried in grievance, "No, it's just that my granddaughter has been copying scriptures day and night, and her hands are so painful that she has no strength..."

Mo Zhaohua acted as a good person at the right time and ordered his maids, "Zhenzhu, Yueying, why don't you go and help."

Mo Yaohua and Jinqiu had already picked up a few volumes, but as soon as they went over, they took all of them.

Mo Zhaohua picked up a scroll and said, "Grandma, today is Buddha's Bathing Day. We don't have time to rewrite it, so we'll just use this for now."

The old lady glared at Mo Yaohua with a look of disappointment, "It can only be done this way, I hope the Buddha and our ancestors will not blame me."

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren burned incense and knelt down, then sat down on the mat and burned Buddhist scriptures around the brazier. Mo Zhaohua didn't really check, because Mo Yaohua had already annoyed the old lady.

After burning ten volumes of Buddhist scriptures, Mo Zhaohua sent them away, "Grandma, you have worked hard. Please go back and rest first."

The old lady had already seen that Amber was also holding a Buddhist scripture in her hand, "Sister Zhao is thoughtful. She even copied so many Buddhist scriptures herself."

Mo Yaohua was extremely angry. The three thin volumes of Buddhist scriptures added together were not as valuable as the one she copied.

Mo Zhaohua pointed out something, "Zhao Zhao has been worshipping Buddha with her grandmother since she was a child, so she will not copy scriptures only when she is punished."

The old lady suddenly felt that she seemed more pleasing to the eye than Mo Yaohua, "Okay, then grandma won't bother Zhao Jie'er."

Mo Yaohua rushed to please her and reached out to help her up, "Grandma, be careful. Your granddaughter will help you back to Yishou Hall."

Mo Zhaohua turned around and watched them leave, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.