Song Ci donated a large sum of incense money.
Not for anything else, just because Jinghui accurately predicted her visit. Although she wanted to mock him, she was also afraid of what Jinghui might do. Even if he didn't give any good advice, there was something a bit uncanny about him.
Jinghui: I, the humble monk, am not uncanny. I eat meat, thank you!
Under the smiling gaze of Master Ming Yuan and other monks, Song Ci left the temple.
"They are seeing you off with such enthusiasm, the Madam really has vast connections," Lin Qing said with a smile.
Song Ci snorted, "Indeed, with over a thousand taels worth of incense money, how could they not be enthusiastic?"
Lin Qing was taken aback, then quickly said, "Money is just external; as long as you feel at peace, it's worth it."
"That's true." Song Ci rubbed her temples. After visiting Songshan Temple, the uneasiness in her heart indeed dissipated a bit, and listening to the scriptures did calm her mind.
