Back in his room, Ye Jintang asked Liuli to take out the kneepads he had prepared.
It is natural to kneel down and worship in various ways when coming to the temple. Ye Jintang had prepared knee pads for his knees early in case of emergency. Now it seems that he is somewhat foresighted.
"Girl, are you really going to kneel down and copy scriptures tomorrow?"
"Of course, I not only have to kneel in front of the Buddha and copy the scriptures, but I also have to let everyone know that this is what the old lady asked me to do."
"The same thing happens in different places, but the effect is completely different. Tomorrow I will not go to the east wing, but go to the main hall to copy scriptures in front of all the pilgrims."
Liuli's eyes widened in surprise.
As expected of her girl, her mind works very fast. If this happened to other little girls, they would probably have to follow Grandma Lou's arrangements.
Liuli continued to ask uncertainly, "Miss, are you planning to go to the main hall to copy scriptures tomorrow morning?"
"Of course, the best time is when the monks are doing their morning prayers, and I am kneeling next to me copying scriptures. It will definitely attract a lot of people's attention."
There are many pilgrims living in White Horse Temple, and they all do morning prayers with the monks in the morning.
There are also some pilgrims living down the mountain who will come here early in the morning.
These people are all kind-hearted people. When they see Ye Jintang kneeling and copying scriptures, they will definitely find out.
Even if she wanted to kneel down and copy the scriptures, Aunt Lou would probably ask her to get up.
It snowed in the middle of the night, and a thin layer of snowflakes accumulated on the ground, but even this did not stop pilgrims from coming to White Horse Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
The sun slowly rose, and many early pilgrims found a girl wearing a jade dress kneeling in the hall.
I saw a little girl in front of the little girl. She was holding a writing brush and copying scriptures very slowly.
Perhaps it was because it was too cold. The little girl's hands were red from the cold and she was a little unsteady when holding the brush.
"Whose girl is this? Why is she still copying scriptures like this? Maybe a relative at home is critically ill, so she came up with such a way to pray for gods and Buddhas to appear."
There was a lady who didn't know what was going on, so she lowered her voice and asked the grandmother next to her.
"I heard from the pilgrims who live in Baima Temple that this girl is the orphan girl in the sixth room of Danyang Hou Mansion."
"It was said that Mrs. Hou Danyang was seriously ill, so she asked Miss Ye Liu to copy scriptures and pray for Mrs. Hou."
"This is not praying for blessings, it is clearly trying to torment people."
"Who says it's not the case? A few days ago, I heard that Mrs. Danyang Marquis ordered expensive health-preserving tea."
"If you are really seriously ill, how can you drink health tea?"
Although the master and servant had lowered their voices to speak, there were so many pilgrims coming and going around, so naturally someone could hear all these words.
Grandma Lou, who had just gotten up not long ago, heard that there was no movement in Ye Jintang's room, and thought that she had taken the initiative to go to the east wing to kneel down and copy scriptures.
She felt proud that even if that damn girl Ye Jintang had some scheming intentions, when she came to White Horse Temple, without the help of those women and maids, she would still be manipulated by her.
Today, as long as she kneels obediently and copies scriptures for a day, tomorrow she will ask her to fast for three days and only eat 81 grains of rice for each meal. After fasting for three days, she can continue to copy scriptures for the old lady while bathing and changing clothes.
She couldn't believe that she still had the energy to play tricks on her after teasing her like this.
"Mama Lou is not feeling well. Miss Six ran to the main hall to kneel down and copy scriptures."
"ah?"
Aunt Lou's sense of pride disappeared in an instant. She ran quickly and pushed open the door of the east wing, only to see that the wing was empty and there was no figure of Ye Jintang at all.
She didn't dare to delay, so she ran towards the main hall.
At this time, there were many pilgrims watching the fun in front of the main hall.
The monks chanting sutras in the main hall have finished their morning prayers and are preparing to leave.
Ye Jintang, who copied the scriptures, had no intention of standing up.
Her fingers were already numb from the cold, and the words she wrote with the brush were crooked and ugly.
A kind-hearted lady came forward to persuade Ye Jintang that it would not be too late to go back to Nuannuan and continue copying scriptures.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and my grandmother said that if I can't copy scriptures well, I won't be allowed to go back home to celebrate the New Year."
"I don't want to stay in a deserted temple to celebrate the New Year alone. Although I copy slower, as long as I continue to copy at night, maybe my grandmother will send someone to take me back to celebrate the New Year before the year."
Ye Jintang's voice was gentle and soft, sounding a little pitiful.
The kind-hearted lady on the side had red eyes when she heard what she said.
How could such a sensible girl be willing to tease her?
"What a sin. I see that Miss Ye Liu is very young. I'm afraid she hasn't even had haircuts yet."
"Oh, without the love of my parents, I am left alone to make a living under the hands of my grandmother. I'm afraid I will still suffer hardships in the future."
"Who says it's not the case? I've heard that Mrs. Danyang Houhou is the most kind-hearted person, but I didn't expect that her methods of rectifying people would be so ruthless."
"People should not be judged by their appearance. Some people are just evil ghosts in human skin. Anyone with a little kindness in his heart will not do such a crazy thing."
Grandma Lou ran all the way over and happened to hear someone saying that her old lady was an evil spirit.
She just felt her head buzzing, and she wanted to die directly.
Perhaps she ran too fast and stumbled, unable to stand still. She fell to the door of the hall with a thud, causing a crowd of exclamations.
Grandma Lou, who was so thrown that her eyes were filled with stars, ignored the stinging pain coming from her knees, got up and rushed into the hall.
Aunt Lou almost knelt down next to Ye Jintang, panting heavily and whispering, "Sixth girl, why are you running to the main hall to copy scriptures? Go back with the old slave quickly. With so many people watching, the girl's reputation will be lost. "
"Auntie Lou, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Why can't I come to the main hall to copy scriptures?"
"The east wing is small and cold, and the lighting is not good. Besides, the Buddha statue is not as big as the one in the main hall."
"Besides, there are so many Buddha statues in the main hall. If you copy scriptures in front of them, maybe my grandmother's illness will really get better soon."
Ye Jintang's voice was loud, and everyone watching from the outside heard it clearly.
Everyone suddenly realized that Mrs. Danyang Hou wanted to hide her in the dark at first. Unexpectedly, Miss Ye Liu was simple-minded and devoted herself to praying for Mrs. Hou, so she came to the hall to copy the scriptures.
How could Mrs. Danyang Hou be willing to work with such a kind-hearted Sixth Girl? What a crime.
Grandma Lou was almost crying at this moment. If the two of them continue to argue, they may not be able to end it today.
More and more pilgrims gathered outside, and it was hard to say what kind of rumors would eventually spread.
"Sixth Miss, it's the old slave who said the wrong thing, and I asked the lady to have a lot of money. I'm arguing with the old slave."
"Girl, you came here early in the morning to copy scriptures. You haven't had breakfast yet. Why don't we go have breakfast first and continue copying scriptures later."
Ye Jintang saw that things had developed according to her ideas, so naturally she would not continue to kneel here.
