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"Oh." That run-down palace is really a lot of stuff, but I didn't see that the emperor leisurely ran out to trick people.

"I'll get you a hot meal. Mo Li, tomorrow is the first day. Why do the people in the capital all like to throw the Book of Life into the censer?"

Mo Li explained, "This is a filial piety of the capital. It means that it can protect the longevity of the elders in the family."

"Mo Li, then do you want to go to Baolan Temple and burn incense?" I have never seen Mo Li's mother, I only heard Uncle Ming mention her a little, but I know that Mo Li goes to the Residence of Ye every month after he takes the monthly tribute, probably to show respect to his mother. Mo Li actually cares a lot, I think if it wasn't for me, the Xiang family would have sent Mo Li back to the Residence.

Mo Li shook his head. "I don't have the time to go in the morning."

"Hur hur, the heavens love me." I smiled and said, "There is also a heaven's love for copying scriptures. If I were to burn incense tomorrow, there would also be a heaven's love."

He smiled and said, "Go heat up the food. I'm hungry too."

After he finished his meal, I started writing along with him. My words made him feel quite amazed. "Why are you like me?"

"I'm smart." I pointed to my brain.

He struck out with a pole. "You flatter yourself. You don't hide anything. I really didn't know you could write that well. I underestimated your love."

I was pleased with myself, and buried my head in another copy.

I will do more, Mo Li only needs you to turn around and see more.

The sound of the pen tip moving along the paper mingled with the scent of ink and the scent of hibiscus flowers. I looked up and saw his face, gentle as the wind. Mo Li, I will always remember.

He was very tired by late afternoon, but he had to make a few copies, and when I said I would give him my copies, he took it all in. I cooked dinner earlier and let him eat it, so he went to bed.

When Uncle Ming came back, I told him to lower his voice, saying that Mo Li was very tired before he fell asleep. So he tried asking me, "Is it towards the house …?"

I sighed and said, "Uncle Ming, don't ask too much. Young Master is very tired and there's still food in the pot. You should eat earlier and sleep earlier." You misunderstand, I won't let Mo Li go and get scolded.

"Hai." He gave a long sigh, shook his head, and went to eat.

He was really thinking too much. I didn't say anything, and I don't care what you think.

I moved the book and the pen quietly into my room, filled the lamp with oil, and spent most of the night with the silent stars outside.

I got up early the next morning and walked out of the alley with him. He was a little worried.

"Don't worry, I am very familiar with the road here. If you want to go to the Incense Mantra, you have to be sincere and do it very early."

"Did you write late last night?" he asked softly.

I smiled and shook my head. "It's not too late. My writing speed is quite fast."

As we neared the end of the alley, he squeezed my hand hard, then let it go and whispered, "Thank you, love."

My heart felt as though I had drunk a large cup of honey. No, how could honey give me happiness like this?

If there was anyone on the street right now, they would see me running with a silly smile on my face. I would giggle and try to make every street, shop, and tree in the area feel my happiness.

In one breath, I ran out of the city. The sky was already bright, but there seemed to be people on the mountain path to Baolang Temple. They may have been filial, they may have been kind, they may have had a request from God, and they may have been devout. I went because of Mo Li.

By the time I reached the top of the mountain, I was out of breath.

The scenery was serene and elegant, much more spectacular than the Great Law Temple of Liangcheng. The sound of the temple bells rang out, heavy and melodious. I had enough rest before I entered. Kneeling before the Buddha, I sincerely offered her incense, "Please protect Mo Li's mother for a long time." After inserting the incense before going back to the Burning Scripture, the fire burned brightly, causing the blood and sweat in the heart to disappear in the blink of an eye. It was truly a pity, if Buddha did not protect it, then I would not burn it again.