The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 340 Sowing Discord, Don't Mistake Your Daughter
Lang Jiuchuan first went to pay her respects to the Cui family, exchanged a few words, and then left, as she wanted to speak with the abbot.

Cui was somewhat stunned. Was the abbot of Huguo Temple someone she could just meet whenever she wanted?

But her attention was quickly diverted by what Granny Gu was saying, which was about Lang Jiuchuan meeting with the former Madam Lu.

"Madam Lu's appearance is not as good as before. She used to look kind and gentle, like a Bodhisattva, but now she looks much fiercer." Granny Gu said, "I don't know if I'm mistaken, but I feel that Madam Lu is quite hostile to our young lady."

Cui had also heard a few stories about what Madam Lu had done from Lang Zhengping, and said coldly, "When people are unhappy, it shows on their faces. She encountered some setbacks, and her state of mind changed, so naturally she changed. There's no need to call her a Bodhisattva. Just because someone wears a lay Buddhist robe and chants a few sutras doesn't make them a Bodhisattva. Based on what she did, she has tarnished the word 'Bodhisattva'."

Granny Gu sensed the disgust in her tone and quickly bowed in agreement.

Madam Cui then said to the people inside the room, "Since the other party has also divorced, we can no longer call her Madam Lu. Let's use her surname instead, so that people won't hear us and say that we don't know the proper etiquette."

Everyone agreed.

Lang Jiuchuan wanted to see the abbot, but was unable to. When asked, she learned that the abbot had used up a lot of magical power to help her exorcise evil spirits and had been in seclusion ever since. He would not emerge from seclusion to preach the Dharma until the fourth day of the lunar month when a grand Dharma assembly was held.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't insist. He went to the side hall of the Ksitigarbha Hall to see how the preparations for Lang Zhengfan's ritual were going.

Inside the hall, Lang Caimeng, the eldest grandson of the Lang family, was talking with the monks along with his fourth son, Lang Caicheng. They had already prepared a lot of offerings, paper offerings, and paper money for the ritual.

Besides them, Lang Jiuchuan also saw Xie Zejin, who was about to become a groom. But as she got closer, she stopped in her tracks, her brows furrowed, and she looked at him.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they had been soaked in spring water, and even the strong incense could not mask the foul smell emanating from him.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes were cold, and he covered his nose in disgust.

Xie Zejin happened to be looking over and saw her action. Suddenly feeling guilty, he subconsciously turned his head to sniff his own scent. Was the fragrance too strong?

Lang Jiuchuan walked over and said to Xie Zejin, "Young Master Xie is about to become a groom. We will handle my father's execution ourselves, so there's no need for you to worry about it. Young Master Xie should go back to the manor to rest. You worked hard last night, and it's not appropriate for you to come to a Buddhist monastery for quiet cultivation right now."

Xie Zejin: "!"

His handsome face turned bright red.

Both Lang Caimeng and his brother were married. Hearing their sister's suggestive words, they subconsciously looked at Xie Zejin. Seeing his awkward and embarrassed expression, they realized something and couldn't help but frown.

What, did this person wander around somewhere last night and then rush over here?
No wonder he was wearing such strong incense today.

Isn't he being incredibly disrespectful to this sacred Buddhist site? Even if Buddha doesn't mind, they will. This is a Buddhist ceremony for my second uncle, and he's bringing this smell with him. Who is he trying to annoy?
Under the watchful eyes of the three Lang siblings and the subtle glances from the monk, Xie Zejin, despite his excellent self-control, couldn't hold back his anger and said, "Since that's the case, I won't take the initiative."

Really ignorant.

Seeing him turn and leave, Lang Caimeng and the others exchanged bewildered glances. The young master's temper could change in an instant.

Lang Jiuchuan wasn't going to tolerate him. She walked over to the pile of paper offerings and examined them carefully. When Lang Caimeng and the others saw this, they were reminded of the scene at their grandfather's funeral hall, and their hearts tightened.

Do you have any yellow paper?

"What's wrong? Are these offerings not right?" Lang Caimeng asked anxiously.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him and said, "No, it's just that the quality of those gold ingots wasn't very good, so I folded some better ones myself."

Although he estimated he wouldn't need much, he wanted to enjoy himself well before reincarnation, so he could be reborn with good fortune and wealth, thus making his accumulated merits worthwhile. Lang Caimeng breathed a sigh of relief. Lang Caicheng took out some yellow paper, and Lang Jiuchuan sat cross-legged, picked it up, and began folding. Her hands were very nimble; the paper flew through her fingers, quickly folding into a beautiful and complete ingot, just like the real thing.

The two brothers picked up the paper ingot and compared it with the ones they bought from the paper craft shops. It's true that there's no harm without comparison. The so-called "good quality" probably means that one is lifelike and the other is a bit flawed.

When Lang Jiuchuan said he would personally preside over the execution, he meant it. She knew in her heart that this should be the first and also the last time she would hold a memorial service for her father, Lang Zhengfan.

After this, he will be reincarnated.

Therefore, she attached great importance to it. She prepared everything from the sacrificial items to the talismans to be used. She wrote the sacrificial text herself and drew the talismans herself. She was extremely devout.

After hearing about it from her two nephews, Cui remained silent for a long time before getting up to go to the Ksitigarbha Hall. She wanted to talk to Fan-ge.

Before she even reached the Ksitigarbha Hall, she saw a female lay Buddhist, that Fang woman.

Cui didn't greet her. She came from a true aristocratic family and was naturally proud. Even if Fang was still Madam Lu, she didn't expose what she had done. Perhaps she nodded out of courtesy.

But now, Fang is not worthy!
Madam Cui didn't intend to pay any attention to Madam Fang, but the other woman seemed oblivious to her coldness, and walked over with a smile, bowing and saying, "Greetings, Madam Lang Er."

Cui asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"

Seeing her so arrogant, Fang felt a mixture of resentment and disdain. So what if she was arrogant? She was still destined to be widowed and die young. Now she had a daughter, but who knows what kind of monster she was!

"I'd like to say a few words to Madam," Fang said, glancing at the person beside Cui.

Madam Cui frowned, waved her hand, and the servants retreated.

Fang then took a step closer and said, "I heard that Madam has always disliked her only daughter and sent her to the estate to recuperate a long time ago."

Cui's expression turned cold: "If you're just talking nonsense, then there's no need to say anything more."

She was about to walk past her.

“Ninth Miss seems to possess some unusual skills, Madam. Is this truly the girl you know? I don’t believe that you have truly ignored her for over a decade. Even if you didn’t inquire, someone would have eventually found out about her.”

Madam Cui paused, looking at her coldly: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is, Madam, you must keep your eyes open and not mistake your daughter for someone else." Madam Fang smiled faintly: "I heard from my youngest son that some demons like to wear human skin and pretend to be human, and they do it very well."

Cui stared at Fang for a long time before sneering, "So, you're saying all this to sow discord? How come no one noticed how fake your act of being a saint was before?"

Fang's expression changed.

Cui looked at her coldly: "Laywoman Fang is really not suitable to be a layperson in a Buddhist holy land. Your mind and body are too impure, which will offend the eyes of the Bodhisattvas. If you don't want to be disliked by the gods, I advise you to cultivate your verbal meditation!"

After she finished speaking, she left without even glancing at her.

Fang was so angry that she tore off the prayer beads in her hand. This woman was just as disgusting as her daughter!

　Oh my god, staring at the computer at night is really bad for my eyes, I'm getting worse and worse, it's scary, I'm determined to change this, and try to finish typing during the day, emmm!

　　(End of this chapter)