The Ancient Temple's Grand Treasure Hall had a soaring 8-meter-high ceiling. The north wall was adorned with the images of ten thousand deities, and the west wall featured the eighteen Arhats, their paintings vibrant and lively.
Atop the altar rested a genuine Han white jade Buddha, its niche crafted entirely from redwood—a unique treasure within the country.
「Before the Incense Altar.」
A pear wood chair stood with a matching pear wood table. After offering incense, Shen Jing lit a lamp filled with fragrant oil and lifted her hand to grind the ink.
She meticulously copied the scriptures as she read them, her calligraphy neat. The Old Madam wouldn't check her work, but Shen Jing was taking it seriously nonetheless.
Zhou Luchen sat beside her, not reminding her. He lowered his head to peel an apple, sliced it neatly, and fed it to her.
She bit into it, her cheeks puffing slightly. "President Zhou, transfer the payment."
