With limited material comforts and entertainment, people have much higher expectations for the Lunar New Year.
Children are especially happy when they receive new clothes, hats, or New Year's gifts during the Lunar New Year.
However, the Han family has a funeral this year, so they cannot make any arrangements for the Lunar New Year.
Any festive items, such as red couplets, red lanterns, and firecrackers, should not be used.
Clothing should be simple and plain; avoid wearing bright colors.
He Youyou didn't care. She was a powerful businesswoman, and her clothes were mostly black, white, and gray.
She wasn't used to wearing the pink and green of peach blossoms and willows.
Two or three days later, people came from Jizhou City.
Ma Xiuyuan found out where Cheng Tingrui was staying and sent someone to inform He Youyou.
However, He Youyou was very puzzled by the place where she chose to stay.
"The Bamboo Forest Temple on Guanyin Mountain outside the city."
The owner of a prestigious business actually lives in a temple?
"How long does Cheng Tingrui plan to stay at Zhulin Temple?"
The visitor shook his head: "I don't know."
"Okay, I understand. Please thank Master Ma for me when you get back."
After the man took his leave, He Youyou summoned Butler Qian.
"I want to go to Zhulin Temple on Guanyin Mountain to perform a Buddhist ritual for the deceased."
Butler Qian's neck stiffened: "A ritual for the deceased? For whom?"
He Youyou asked in bewilderment, "Who else could it be? Of course, it's my deceased husband, Han Silang, whom I never had a chance with."
"Ah...this...isn't that inappropriate?" Butler Qian stammered.
"What's wrong with it?"
The housekeeper, Qian, was so anxious that his eyes darted around: "It's the New Year, we should be celebrating... Performing rituals... that's not a good idea..."
“Mourning is more important than the New Year. Before the New Year arrives, we will help the souls of the deceased go to the Western Paradise and be spared the suffering of wandering in the human world. I am doing this for my deceased husband, so that he can go to the Western Paradise as soon as possible and be reincarnated.”
"Um..." Butler Qian was sweating profusely with anxiety, "Recently, wealthy families have been going to temples to hold prayer ceremonies. The monks are busy and probably won't have time. I'm afraid they might neglect you, mistress, and upset you."
He Youyou pondered, "Let's go and see. If they're free, we'll perform a ritual for the deceased; if they're not, I'll just pray to Buddha, offer incense, and make a wish."
The housekeeper was at his wit's end.
Why is it so hard for me?
I just received news that Grandpa is coming back.
If the old man were to return and happen to see them performing a ritual to send him to the afterlife... he would surely ascend to paradise...
Things are going to get bad.
Sigh, I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it.
He Youyou had no idea what he was thinking.
Just assume he's used to worrying and overthinks things.
While dismissing the steward, she was already planning her trip to the temple.
What preparations are needed for performing a ritual to deliver the deceased?
How much should you give as incense money to a temple?
How do I find out where Cheng Tingrui lives once I get there?
How to find people?
Every single thing needs to be repeatedly analyzed in your mind.
He Youyou spent a busy day.
As night fell, she returned to her bedroom, entered her spatial dimension, and took a shower.
After showering and drying my hair, I went to the study to begin my night owl life.
In the past, every night I would either attend video conferences or review project proposals and progress reports.
After arriving here, I suddenly found myself with plenty of free time.
She nestled in her computer chair, reading the "Jizhou Gazetteer" she had brought back from Han Silang's study.
Suddenly, I heard a rapid knocking on the door.
Judging from the sound, it is the bedroom door from outside the room.
He Youyou put down her book, thinking about the temperature outside, so she took a thick coral fleece loungewear set from the walk-in closet and wrapped herself in a mink coat.
Upon exiting the space and opening the bedroom door, one sees a flustered young maidservant outside.
"Madam, Steward Qian requests your presence in the front hall. We have a guest."
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