C207 To Go to Hanzhou

In the temple hall, smoke curled up.

Old Madame Chu held the prayer beads in one hand and knelt on the hassock. She knocked on the wooden fish with the other and looked at Guan Yin, who was sitting on the lotus seat, reverently.

May the Bodhisattva bless my son's safe return...

Gu Qianqian also pressed her palms together and knelt behind Old Madame Chu