"No need." Su Jingyu shook her head, "I understand your kindness. My husband has been dead for several years, and my daughter has also been gone for so many years. I have no attachment to the mundane world anymore. After escaping from the Gongsun Mansion, I heard during my days begging on the street that Hua'an Temple, two hundred miles away, is a good place for quiet meditation and practice, so I want to go there and become a nun, long accompanying the ancient Buddha with the light of an oil lamp."
"Alas." Su Qingyue sighed several times, "Very well. Auntie, stay at my place for a few more days."
"No banquet in the world doesn't eventually disperse; even if I stay a few more days, I still have to leave." She wiped her tears and walked up to Su Qingyue, "Young Lady Su, later on, I will pray and recite scriptures for you in front of Buddha."
Su Qingyue, who had lacked maternal love since childhood, was still somewhat reluctant to part with her, "I'll take you to Hua'an Temple."
