Yet, since both my grandmother and father wanted to return, I had no choice but to follow them back.
As she finished speaking, Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Old Lady Mu and added, "Grandma, feudal superstitions are harmful. I advise you not to go as well. Why don't you believe in Jesus with me?"
"Buddhism has been passed down in Hua Country for thousands of years. I don't blame you for not believing in it, but Xiaoxiao, you mustn't belittle my faith. Just as I have never stopped you from believing in Jesus," Old Lady Mu replied.
Mu Xiaoxiao fell silent.
She knew Old Lady Mu too well, the epitome of stubbornness. If she could have changed Old Lady Mu's mind, she would have done so long ago, not waited until now.
After saying her piece, Old Lady Mu went on, "I've heard that the Patriarch Ouyang will also come to Dazhao Temple to attend the peace lamp prayer meeting. Haven't you been curious about the Ouyang family for a long time? Perhaps this time you might see him."
