If it is someone who has traveled through time, Song Ruoxi looked carefully and found that the font looks a bit like a deliberate mutant, just like a doctor in a hospital. The characters written by the doctor are ghost drawing talismans. Apart from the prescription, only those who pick up medicine know.

Song Ruoxi no longer took a quick look at the flowers. He picked up a pen and found a few characters that looked like characters, and struck them horizontally and vertically on the paper.

"...just...just...just...just...just...just..."

"… lying… lying… lying… lying… lying… lying… ”

“…Ascension…Samadhi…Samadhi…Samadhi of the Mind…”

After an hour, Song Ruoxi's eyes were blurred, she recognized a few words, stretched her waist, and yawned, "I'm so tired, I'll look at it tomorrow, go to bed first."

Several maids waited for her words, and it was so hard that they could wait for her to go to bed.

The next day, Ji Yun sent someone to send an invitation, held Song Ruoxi by her side, and taught her how to treat guests etiquette.

"Mom, you have taught these things once when you were in Guangling last time. I remember them all, why did you teach them again?" Song Ruoxi said impatiently.

"Guangling is Guangling, Qingyuan is Qingyuan. Different places, different customs, different people, can the same hospitality method of treating guests? What's wrong, are you talking about being naughty?" Ji Yun asked with a stern face and pretending to be angry.

"No, I won't think that my mother is too long-winded. I like to listen to what she says the most." Song Ruoxi poured a cup of tea and sent it to Ji Yun, "Mom, you said, my daughter listened with ease."

"You!" Ji Yun put a little harder on her forehead, "Okay, I won't say anything. The weather is good today, so I'll go out for a walk with my mother."

On that day, Song Ruoxi accompanied Ji Yun to Zhuyin Courtyard for the whole morning, and used lunch in the pavilion in the garden. In the afternoon, Ji Yun refused to let her go back to the yard, so she kept her taking a nap in the yard. In the afternoon, Ouyang was invited. The three of them played the card cards for the whole afternoon. This time they were lucky and won a lot of Yindouzi.

In the evening, Song Ruoxi continued to translate scriptures under the lamp.

“…to…Tathagata…”

“…I don’t know, I don’t see…Evil…”

“… I saw it… I finally couldn’t see it…”

"Hey, I can't recognize many words." Song Ruoxi rubbed his eyes in frustration, "The eyes are so sour."

"Miss, as I see, this scripture writer is just making a fool of himself and writing good scriptures in a mess. He thinks he is knowledgeable and unfathomable, but in fact he is harming people and doesn't want people to understand them." Qiao Tao said with a lip voice.

"Qiaotao, don't talk nonsense." Xiangxiu lived in the Buddhist temple for several years, and was very awe-inspiring at the Bodhisattva and the scriptures, and scolded him in a low voice.

"Qiaotao is right, this person hates it so much!" Song Ruoxi put the brush on the pen holder, "I'm so tired that I won't translate it anymore. When my senior brother comes, I will tell him the method and let him figure it out by himself."

Xiang Xiu and others breathed a sigh of relief. The wife could rest assured, and they could rest assured.

One day, Ye Shuhua arrived as promised, still in the small hall, still separated by a screen. Song Ruoxi asked Xiangxiu to send out the scriptures and papers he wrote, "Senior Brother, I have limited knowledge, so I can only barely recognize these dozen words. I don't know the other words. I'm really sorry if I can't help my senior brother."

"The little monk can't recognize a word, and my junior brother can recognize more than a dozen words. In time, I will be able to translate this sutra." Ye Shuhua was ecstatic and took the piece of paper. "This sutra is profound and profound. If my junior brother can translate the book, my Buddha will be compassionate and have immeasurable merits!"

"Senior brother, you can recognize these words if you look closely. They just twist and deform the font and are very difficult to identify. However, based on the senior brother's understanding of Buddhist scriptures, translating this scripture will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort." Song Ruoxi didn't want this merit.

Ye Shuhua picked up the paper, found the page of the scriptures, and carefully identified it. As Song Ruoxi said, he stood up and folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "Thank you junior brother to give me some advice."
Chapter completed!