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Main Hall.

Ning Ruan knelt in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, folded his hands together, and prayed devoutly. The monk next to him gently rang the Buddha bell, and the bell echoed in the hall.

What did Ning Ruan think of?

After a while, Ning Ruan opened her eyes and kowtowed three times, and stood up to the old monk next to her.

"Amitabha." Lao Foshan clasped his hands together.

Ning Ruan also learned to return one.

"Is this a donation of merit?"

"Um."

"Then I donate." Ning Ruan took out 400 yuan from her wallet and put it in the merit box, and wrote it on the roster: [Ning Liheng], [Ning Nan], paused, and then continued [Dong Zhen]... Finally, she wrote [Ning Family Grandson]

The old monk looked at the roster and asked, "Why don't you write your own name?"

Ning Ruan smiled calmly: "If they can be happy, I can be happy. What does it matter whether they write my name or not?"

The old monk nodded.

Ning Ruan paused, took out another 200 yuan and put it in the merit box, then wrote down his name on the roster, returned the pen to the old monk with a smile, and walked out straight.

The old monk took the roster and looked at the last name [Zhao Can]

"Did you write one less for the 200 yuan you donated by female donor?"

"No, I only have him."
Chapter completed!