From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 270: 128 Light (Second Round)_2

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Those eyes were too unsettling to look straight at.

Lin Qing pinched the quilt, but after a long time, she heard nothing. She turned around and found that Ming Jing had disappeared at some unknown point.

Lin Qing was so scared that she immediately sat up on the bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Could this girl walk without making a sound?

“Miss, there’s a delivery for you.” Han Suwen handed a package to Ming Jing.

Zhou Bao popped up from the side, snatching it: “Cousin, what good stuff did you buy?”

Ming Jing gave her a glance and said indifferently, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Zhou Bao exclaimed, “Can I open it then?”

Ming Jing nodded: “As you wish.”

Zhou Bao giggled, finding a pair of scissors to cut open the courier packaging box, and inside was another layer of foam, tightly wrapped.

“What is it? It’s packed so securely.”

It took Zhou Bao quite some effort to open it. Inside the foam was an exquisite box that looked expensive at first glance.

Ming Ti and Ming Chen came over and stood watching.

Zhou Bao looked at the box that was covered in swastika symbols, which gave it an odd and luxurious feel.

Ming Jing sensed something and suddenly said, “Give it to me.”

Zhou Bao handed the box to Ming Jing, and Ming Jing took it back to her room.

Zhou Bao glanced at Ming Ti: “Do you know what it is?”

Ming Ti shook his head.

The Second Sister of the Zhus who had returned was not the Second Sister she’d known before.

Zhou Bao eagerly followed Ming Jing into her room, and Ming Jing didn’t say anything about it. Zhou Bao’s eyes lit up as she secretly surveyed Ming Jing’s room—the most mysterious place in the entire Zhu household.

What surprised her was that Ming Jing’s room didn’t look like a girl’s room—it gave off just two impressions.

Clean and cold.

It was spotless everywhere, even the windowsill was glossy enough to reflect a person. The bedsheets and quilt on the bed were neatly arranged without a crease in sight.

On the bedside table lay a yellowed scripture book and a mobile phone, while across the room on the dressing table were several bottles of cosmetics. Zhou Bao secretly took note of their brands.

By the window, a small tea table held a laptop and a few books. Zhou Bao looked closely—there were advanced mathematics textbooks and books on calculus, while the rest were in English, which she couldn’t understand.

Zhou Bao was shocked—her cousin was already reading college-level textbooks on advanced mathematics and calculus? No wonder she could get the highest scores in the math competitions. Was her cousin’s brain even human? Through a small crack in the wardrobe door, she saw a sea of white…

Exactly how many different white skirts had her cousin bought?

The room was spotlessly clean but devoid of any warmth.

She would go crazy living in a room like this.

Only a person as detached as her cousin could bear it.

Zhou Bao saw Ming Jing open the box and peeked at it in surprise: “Why is it a

Buddha statue?”

Staring at the worn copper statue, something about its eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ming Jing looked quietly at the Buddha statue’s eyes—it was the gilded Buddha statue donated by Gutian that Shen Zhou had captured last night.

The statue, worth ten million, was given to her just like that by Shen Zhou.

Ming Jing held the Buddha statue in both hands and carefully took it out. She observed the room’s position and placed the statue in the western direction.

Ming Chen and Ming Ti immediately came over and bowed three times to the Buddha statue.

Zhou Bao looked at the three sisters’ strange actions and reluctantly bowed to the Buddha statue as well.

Ming Jing stood in front of the Buddha, murmuring softly, “Save the suffering sentient beings, escape from the Sea of Suffering, and remain unfulfilled until the hells are empty.”

“Bodhisattva above, disciple Ming Jing.”

Zhou Bao stared blankly and suddenly felt as if Ming Jing was surrounded by a faint golden light, though she was right in front of her, she seemed so untouchably distant.

Cousin Ming Jing really was a Buddha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, one of the four great Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, made great vows in front of the Buddha that he wouldn’t become a Buddha until the hells were empty.

The Buddha statue had endured for a thousand years and its power had not diminished but rather grown stronger.

Ordinary families who placed this Buddha statue in their homes not only failed to ward off evil spirits and ensure safety, but they might also bring disaster upon themselves due to insufficient faith. After a thousand years and passing through many hands, the statue had not been properly worshipped, and its power had become impure. If those with unstable minds possessed it, disaster would befall them in no time.

The statue needed to be cleansed by chanting incantations. Having its unknown dirt and dust swept away, the true essence of its teachings would be revealed, and the wisdom of prajna would be unearthed.

However, for those who truly practiced, the Buddha statue would bring significant benefits to their cultivation..

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