Chapter 563

"Madam, are you making incense?"

Mo'er brought Wen Xin the materials and utensils she needed and asked in surprise.

Wen Xin nodded. "I used to live in a nunnery for a while. The abbess there was very skilled at making incense. I learned from her for a while when I had nothing to do."

That happened after her middle school entrance exam. Because she did so well, ranking first in Chaoge City, Shang Ruru couldn't stand her success and falsely accused her of stealing. Shang's parents didn't even investigate and directly convicted her, sending her to a nunnery to "cultivate her character and temper her petty and uncouth nature."

Although life in the nunnery was austere, the abbots took good care of her.

She didn't need to be constantly on edge at the shop, enduring Shang Ruru's difficult behavior, the emotional abuse from Shang's parents, or the servants' mockery and disdain...

If she had a choice, Shang Xin at that time would have only hoped that the business would not take her back.

It's better to be a monk in a nunnery than to live a repressive and difficult life in a merchant's shop.

However, if she weren't a useful tool for businesses, why would they keep her around?

The freedom she envisioned was nothing but wishful thinking.

Although Wen Xin doesn't seem to have any freedom now, the "people" in the old house are really good to her, especially the ghosts and gods, who are the best "people" she has ever met in her life.

It is only right that we do something for Him.

Besides, making incense is not difficult for her.

Mo'er asked, puzzled, "Why does Madam want to make incense for Buddha?"

Wen Xin smiled and said, "For the adults."

"ah?"

“I noticed that the altar in the shrine was empty.”

Mo'er was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "The master does not allow anyone to make offerings, and we are not allowed to get even half a step closer to the shrine."

In the past, they wouldn't even dare to approach the main courtyard, let alone the shrine.

The power of the demons and gods is too violent and terrifying; even the most powerful old ghosts cannot withstand it.

Wen Xin smiled and said, "I know, I don't mean to blame you, it's just that I asked the master before, and he said I can make offerings."

Mo'er's expression instantly changed to one of utmost admiration, and she grew to respect the mistress of the house even more.

"You are the master's wife, so naturally he treats you differently."

Wen Xin blushed slightly, wanting to ask something, but seemed hesitant to speak.

Mo'er said with a smile, "If Madam has any questions, please feel free to ask me. I will answer them to the best of my knowledge."

Wen Xin shook her head hesitantly: "It's...it's nothing."

She quickly changed the subject, "Let's start making incense."

The young lady treated the ghost god with sincerity, which pleased Mo'er, who smiled and agreed.

...

It is said that the more sincere one is, the better the incense will be. Although Wen Xin has no spiritual power, her soul is pure and clear, and her mind is sincere and simple. In addition, all the raw materials for making incense are the best.

Once the incense was made, its subtle sandalwood scent made Mo'er and the maids constantly swallow their saliva.

Well, even a ghost would be tempted by such a delicious smell!

Wen Xin could see their restrained affection. After brainwashing herself not to overthink it, she didn't hesitate to tie up a bunch of them and give them to them.

Mo'er would never dare to accept it; wouldn't that be like eating too much from a tiger's mouth?

Although they are usually not going to die because of the presence of the deity, the key issue is that the deity did not personally intervene to annihilate them.

Seeing how scared Mo'er and the others were, Wen Xin's face was full of confusion.

...

The shrine is usually kept tightly closed, and it is only when Wen Xin goes in that the door is opened and the layers of black curtains are drawn back.

Wen Xin walked in, holding a bouquet of lilies in her arms and carrying a bamboo basket in her hand.

The once lifeless shrine, forgotten by time, suddenly began to circulate, as if it had been infused with life.

On the once empty incense table, there were two glass vases, one on each side, each containing a few lotus flowers.

Wen Xin's east wing room was next to a small garden, which was planted with many exotic flowers and plants. The vegetation was lush and the flowers were in full bloom...

It should be said that every flower and blade of grass in the main courtyard seems to be growing in their most suitable season, the scenery is picturesque, like a fairyland, where is there any gloom or fear?

Therefore, Wen Xin used the vibrant and lush scenery to brainwash herself, temporarily suppressing her terrible constitution, and living here more and more comfortably.

When she said she wanted to make offerings to the spirits, Wen Xin not only made incense herself, but also placed flowers, fruits and other offerings, as well as two exquisite lotus lanterns on the altar for the spirits.

The lotus lantern was found for her by Mo'er, who said it was used by the royal family of some dynasty to worship gods and Buddhas.

Wen Xin: "..." Isn't that an antique?

However, judging from Mo'er's tone, she didn't care about antiques at all, as if these items that could fetch astronomical prices outside were only divided into useful and useless.

The greatest value of the lotus lantern lies in the fact that it can be used by the young mistress.

Well, that makes sense. After all, this old house is full of antiques... You could make a fortune just by taking any one of these items out, right?

Wen Xin, who regarded money as dirt, bit her sleeve: Not tempted, really not tempted.

Cough cough...

Wen Xin replaced the flowers on the glass vase with new ones and replaced the fruit with snacks.

"My lord, these are the snacks that Mo'er brought me today. She said that Steward Song bought them from outside. I was thinking that you might eat the fruit I offered you... and you got tired of it, so I changed it to snacks. Is that alright?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, each word like honey, sweet to the heart.

The spirit's quiet and gentle gaze had been fixed on her since she entered. Upon hearing this, He smiled and said, "You can make the decision."

The girl looked up at Him with a soft smile. "This is incense I made. It smells similar to the sandalwood in the shrine. It won't be overpowering or pungent. Would you mind lighting it?"

The ghost's eyes darkened slightly, and he shook his head good-naturedly.

It seems that whatever she says, the spirit on the altar only ever gives a few answers: "Okay," "Sure," or "Whatever you like."

Complete indulgence and pampering!

The miserable ghosts in the old houses: If only they could have even a tiny bit of it... well, it's more realistic to just daydream.

Wen Xin's eyes crinkled into a smile as she happily lit three incense sticks and neatly placed them in the incense burner.

The spirit raised an eyebrow. It's true that you offer three sticks of incense to the gods, but you should give Him five.

But if I told him, it would probably scare his little bride to death again, right?

Oh well, let her do as she pleases.

After Wen Xin finished doing all that, she took a handkerchief and wiped the incense table. Even though she knew the shrine was spotless, she still had the habit of wiping it.

Then, after she finished wiping, her little paws were held by a large, cool hand, with well-defined fingers pinching a clean silk handkerchief to wipe her hands.

Wen Xin's gaze fell on his elegant, noble, and flawlessly perfect large hands, and her fair face flushed slightly.

Initially, she found it very difficult to adapt.

But the ghost smiled and said, "If you help me, then I must help you in return."

Under His calm gaze, Wen Xin could no longer utter any words of refusal.

I always felt that if she thought of anything in a slightly distorted way, it would be disrespectful and blasphemous to the deity before her.

This shouldn't be the case.

Moreover, although they were husband and wife in name, the girl often felt that the distance between them was like an insurmountable chasm, and that the gaze of the gods contained the torrent of time, making humanity seem so insignificant in His presence.

So, therefore...

Wen Xin, can we just consider this a mutual help?

Wen Xin withdrew her hand. "Thank you."

The ghost's gaze fell on the girl's rosy ears, his eyes gleaming, and he smiled warmly, "Why do you always thank me?"

Wen Xin bit her lip, "Yes, it's the right thing to do."

The ghost shook his head helplessly and led her by the little hand toward the altar.