From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 271: 128 Brightness (First Watch) _3

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In the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s Original Vow Sutra, it says: In the future, if there are good men and women who hear the name of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, rejoice in it, praise it, make offerings, or even paint or sculpt his image, they can ensure that they will never fall into evil paths.

By sincerely chanting and worshiping the Bodhisattva’s name, one can gain boundless blessings.

In the practice of Buddhism, the key lies in the word sincerity; the more sincere one is, the more efficacious it becomes.

When Ming Jing opened her eyes again, she could see everything clearly, like an ocean that embraces all things in the world.

And the eyes of the Buddha statues, partly open and partly closed, seemed to be smiling with compassion, no matter which angle you look from.

The Buddha is greatly wise, compassionate, and powerful, with perfect awakening and practice.

Bodhisattvas have sentient awareness, enlightening all beings from their ignorance, maintaining the appearances of life, and practicing the path of a Bodhisattva.

Ming Jing looked at the eyes of the Bodhisattva and smiled gently.

“Disciple understands now.”

Ming Ti and Ming Chen looked at each other in confusion.

Master had said that Ming Jing was naturally gifted, a rare prodigy in the world of Buddhism, understanding many teachings with just one explanation from the Master, while they still remained puzzled.

Sometimes Ming Jing’s intelligence frightened them, even the most headstrong elder sister felt like a mouse in front of a cat when facing Ming Jing.

Master was dignified, commanding respect from them as elder disciples, but towards Ming Jing, it was a genuine fear that came from the heart.

She remembered when she was younger, she had once woken up during the night and passed by the Buddha hall, seeing the slender figure of Ming Jing Imeeling before the Buddha statue.

In the silent night, the girl’s ethereal voice sounded like a soul-searching cry.

“I have committed severe sins in my past life, and in this life I have been punished by the Buddha. Is it also because of my sins that I have been deceived and harmed? Will those who have harmed me be punished by the Buddha?

What is good? What is evil?”

Master had said that only those with profound cultivation could see their past lives; at that time, Ming Jing was not even ten years old.

As the saying goes, wisdom can be a blessing, but also a curse, and that is true for Ming Jing.

Ming Ti looked at the slender figure before her, dressed in white like a

Banished Immortal, aloof from the world, her gaze gradually becoming deeper.

After leaving Ming Jing’s room, Ming Ti pulled Ming Chen, quickly returned to their bedroom on the third floor, and closed the door.

Ming Chen rubbed her wrist: “What’s the matter?”

Ming Ti’s expression grew more and more serious: “Do you still remember what Master said?”

“Which one? Master has said so many things, which one are you referring to?”

“Ming Jing.”

Ming Chen was stunned: “Master just said it casually, you really believe it?”

“Master is a renunciant, they don’t speak deceitfully, she wants us to follow

Ming Jing, to watch her, to prevent her from going astray.”

Ming Chen laughed as if she had heard a joke, unable to straighten her waist from laughter, pointing at Ti: “You must be joking, our Ming Jing, she’s the most kind-hearted girl in the world, everyone in Jiangzhou knows that she is a reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, embodying kindness and compassion. If she could go astray, so could you.”

Ming Ti gave her a blank look: “Fool.”

Chen pouted unhappily: “You failed the exam, and you still have the nerve to call me stupid?”

Ming Ti frowned and muttered: “All Dharma is mind-only, and arises solely due to love; what does Master mean by this?”

“What is love? The seven emotions and six desires? Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire.”

“Love? What is love? You’re always watching those messy TV dramas, can you tell me what love is?”

Chen grinned: “There’s small love and great love, Ming Jing’s love is great love, she loves everyone, but her love for us is small love, and there’s romantic love. Oh, it’s simply the most wonderful thing in the world, it can make people infatuated, enchanted…”

“Wait.” Ming Ti frowned and interrupted her, “Put those messy thoughts in your mind away. You’re still young, stop thinking about indecent things.”

“Romantic love.” Ming Ti frowned.

“Qu Feitai, make sure he never approaches Ming Jing again.”

“Why? He’s so handsome, so talented, and he’s a big star. Isn’t it great that he likes Ming Jing?

“What do you know?” Ming Ti knocked her on the head with a chestnut and chastised her seriously: “Just do as I say, why so many questions? From now on, we will stick with Ming Jing and resolutely prevent Qu Feitai from getting close to her in any way.”

Chen pouted and muttered softly: “You’re like Master’s incarnation, so annoying.”

“What did you say?” Ming Ti narrowed her eyes.

“Nothing.” Ming Chen took out her phone and skillfully unlocked it to log in to Weibo.

On the trending list, Qu Feitai’s popularity continued to rise. After a night of fermentation, almost everyone could sing the song, White Clothes.

Chen was busy approving and reposting comments everywhere – sobbing and praising Qu Feitai, how handsome and cool he was, beyond comparison..

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