The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 861

Bo Yanqing waited until the next morning, but didn't wait for Nan Jiaojiao's words.

With the dialog box open, it hung out overnight.

He wasn't in the mood to go to work either, so he roughly handed over the work to Han Chuan, and he went back to his old house.

On weekends, both children were at home, it was still early, and they didn't get up.

Bo Yanqing caught up with the meal time and accompanied the old lady to have breakfast. After eating, he followed the old lady to the Buddhist hall in the backyard to knock the wooden fish.

Mrs. Bo has been worshiping Buddha since she was in her 30s. At the beginning, she did not know what to worship, so she worshiped everyone. Anyway, gods and gods belong to the same family.

After worshiping for 20 years, she is a little tired, especially when she goes to various mountains to worship gods during the festivals. The mountain roads are difficult to walk, and the money for sesame oil and the golden body is a lot of money. Gradually, the old lady can't toss Come on, don't be a group fan anymore, just worship one or two, and when you are older, just worship Guanyin.

According to her words, Guanyin is merciful, as long as you are sincere, you can ask for anything, and you will not get tired of sitting on the ancient Qingdeng Buddha for a day.

Bo's house specially built a Buddhist hall for her old man.

Bo Yanqing happened to witness the process of the reduction of Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist hall.

He was sitting on the futon, flipping through a scripture book in his hand. The edges of the pages were a bit old, but not yet yellowed and wrinkled. The writing and pictures were clear, and it didn't look like it was flipped frequently.

"Grandma, have you read all these scriptures?"

"Why?" The old lady immediately gave him a look of "Are you questioning me?" and said confidently: "I haven't turned it over."

Bo Yan paused, "Then what are you doing with so many?"

"I can't pretend!"

Bo Yanqing smiled, and intentionally glanced at the wooden fish in front of the old lady, her gestures with the mallet were barely accurate.

"It's so early in the morning, why did you come here and make trouble for me?"

"Accompany you."

"I don't care if you accompany me, don't get in the way in front of me, get out."

The old lady took a moment to stare at him, then turned her head to look at Guanyin, her eyes and eyebrows softened, and she clasped her hands together and muttered: "Amitabha, the Bodhisattva should not be blamed for sins."

"..."

Bo Yanqing almost laughed out loud.

He was afraid to laugh and appear disrespectful.

After the pious obeisance, he whispered something to the old lady and left quietly.

He wandered around the house, and happened to see Bao Qingshan sitting under the magnolia tree eating snacks.

"Uncle Three."

Bo Qingshan waved at him, "It's delicious, come and have a taste."

Bo Yan glanced at his watch, "You've only had breakfast for two hours, are you hungry again?"

"I'm not hungry."

Bo Qingshan knocked on the open book, "I'm doing my homework, and the housekeeper brought it to me. I tasted it and thought it was delicious, so I ate two more bites. I was doing my homework seriously before you came."

Bo Yan glanced at his math book, "It's very serious, and I will try to get a perfect score in the next exam."

"Third uncle, you are too harsh!"

What is a word is off-putting.

This is.

Bo Qingshan picked up a few pieces from each plate, put them on a plate, and put them on the corner, "Keep these for Sissy, she hasn't woken up yet, we'll just eat these."

Bo Qingshan sat next to Bo Yanqing, and stuffed him with a piece of flower cake.

"This one is delicious. The stuffing is made of magnolia flowers. That one is also delicious. It's made of magnolia flowers ground into powder. These, and these..."

Bo Yanqing looked up, and there was a magnolia tree beside him.

The petals are falling one after another, the air is humid and slightly fragrant.

A flower landed on his fingertips, Bo Yanqing moved his fingers, looked down, his eyes slowly opened into a small smile.

"She didn't lie to me."

"Magnolia blooms, but it can return slowly."

(End of this chapter)