The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 463

Chapter 463 The Mountain

Zheng Qing found some shorts in the utility room next to the Zhaitang, "It's too small, you can't even wear it."

should be the robes of Mingjing's younger sisters, there is only one about her stature, Zheng Qing guessed that it should be Mingjing's master Wuxin Shitai.

Zheng Qing put it on and turned it around. It was ugly, but the hand weaving was very skillful, and when he put on the hood, he looked like a knight in the world.

"You wait here, I'll go into the mountain to find the mirror."

Qu Feitai wanted to go with her even in the rain. Zheng Qing didn't say anything. This was a great opportunity for him to perform.

After the two left, Li Ling's eyes fell on the meditation room opposite, "It's hard to imagine that a girl would live in such an environment for more than ten years."

Bo Yuxun was also deeply touched, "She has a very human heart."

In such a desolate and destitute environment, he can still grow up so well. After coming to the big city, he has not been distracted by the prosperous mysteries, and has always maintained a pure heart, which is really commendable.

There is only one bright mirror in this world.

"How did a person who has never been to school get the first place again and again in such a high-pressure learning environment after enrolling in school? I have read her exam papers, thinking carefully, without a certain accumulation of knowledge, It's very difficult to get such a high score in the science exam."

There are so many halos on Der Spiegel that people ignore how illogical her grades are.

Bo Yuxun murmured, "This may be a genius."

Li Ling glanced at Bo Yuxun and almost forgot that this young man was also a rare genius when he was young, and his halo was no less than that of a mirror.

Li Ling strode towards the meditation room, Bo Yuxun froze for a moment, "What are you doing?"

There are four meditation rooms in total, and each room has the same layout. The first room from west to east should be the meditation room of Wuxin Shitai. There is nothing in the room except dust.

Straw dragonflies hang on the wall of the second room, and there is also a tiger-shaped kite, which is covered with dust.

The third meditation room, Li Ling immediately concluded that this was the meditation room where Ming Jing lived.

There is a hard bed against the wall, the thin bedding is neatly stacked, a wooden table is placed in front of the window, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a stack of rice paper next to it. Well, the brush is even bald with only a few hairs left, but it is full of breakage marks, and it can be seen that the owner should use them often, and next to it is a dusty kerosene lamp.

What age is it now, and people still use kerosene lamps.

The bookcase next to is full of books. At first glance, in addition to Buddhist scriptures, there are medical books. These books are full of outdated atmosphere, and the yellowed pages are full of traces of time.

Li Ling picked up a copy of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, and made comments in many places with familiar handwriting.

Bo Yuxun stood at the door and did not go in.

A girl's boudoir, two big men go in and rummage, what kind of formality.

"What are you suspecting?" Bo Yuxun asked.

The room is unobstructed, as if to see the girl meditating and reading in such a poor environment day after day, in the secluded Qingdeng ancient Buddha, keeping the poor and guarding the way.

Li Ling shook his head: "A young girl in bloom like a flower, but she lives an ascetic life."

Bo Yuxun said lightly: "Everyone has their own pursuits."

Li Ling put the book back and tapped on the floor and the wall, but unfortunately, no hidden spaces were found.

"Enough is enough." Bo Yuxun lowered his face.

Li Ling turned his eyes to the direction of the bed again, and thought about walking over.

was about to reach out and lift the quilt when one hand grabbed his wrist: "Don't go too far, you are a policeman, not a thief."

Li Ling raised his eyebrows: "Doctor Bo, have you never had doubts?"

Bo Yuxun frowned, and a dark color flashed in the depths of his eyes, and said solemnly: "Ming Jing agreed with us to go up the mountain because she trusted us. If she has the intention to hide something, it is also her power. She has never hurt anyone, and has never brought it to her. Any trouble with the police, you have no right to invade her privacy."

Li Ling glanced at Bo Yuxun and pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, but I overstepped the rules."

Bo Yuxun let go of his hand and took a step back: "Officer Li, Mingjing is my friend, not a suspect."

Li Ling touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Doctor Bo, you misunderstood, I didn't suspect that Mingjing was a suspect, I just..."

Li Ling sighed: "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Bo Yuxun turned around and walked out.

Li Ling looked at Bo Yuxun's back and shook his head.

Doctor Bo, I hope you will not regret it one day in the future.

The road in the mountains is very difficult to walk, and there are steep slopes and cliffs everywhere.

In addition, it is raining and windy, and visibility is very low. If you accidentally step on the air, you will be shattered when you fall.

"Der Spiegel..." Qu Feitai shouted as he walked forward cautiously.

One mouth is filled with cold wind and cold rain.

Zheng Qing stopped after a few steps.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the heavy fog ahead.

"The mountains here are steep and there are steep slopes everywhere. Let alone finding a mirror, it is a question whether we can go back safely."

Zheng Qing made a decisive decision: "You go back first, I will find her myself."

"No." Qu Feitai interrupted her.

Zheng Qing gave him a white look: "Can you follow along? What else can you do besides making trouble? At that time, Lao Tzu will save you. If something happens to you, the Qu family won't bother me?"

Qu Feitai pursed his lips, his eyes anxious.

"Go back." Zheng Qing shouted.

Qu Feitai clenched his fist unwillingly: "But she is bright mirror..."

The ground under Zheng Qing's feet suddenly collapsed. She reacted quickly and hugged the tree trunk next to her. However, Qu Feitai was miserable. He couldn't react as quickly as Zheng Qing. The strip quickly wrapped around his arm, and Qu Feitai subconsciously grabbed the rattan with his backhand.

Qu Feitai grabbed the rattan and slowly climbed up, seeing a pair of shoes in front of him that were stained with mud and could no longer see their original color, he raised his head in surprise.

"Mirror..."

The girl was carrying a bamboo basket on her back, her black clothes had long been wet by the rain, her hair was dripping wetly on her shoulders, and the only one pair of dark eyes, like the eternal night, was quiet and deep.

Qu Feitai immediately got up and let out a soft hiss. It turned out that his knee had just hit a rock and was bleeding a lot, and it hurt when he moved.

But he didn't care about the pain, he grinned and said, "You're fine, that's great."

Qu Feitai immediately took off his hood and jacket, "Don't get caught in the rain, you will catch a cold."

Der Spiegel raised his hand to stop him: "I don't need it."

She frowned and glanced at Qu Feitai's bleeding knee, "Can you still hold on?"

Qu Feitai nodded: "Yes, I'm fine."

Zheng Qing jumped down from the tree, "It's great if you're okay, save me from worrying."

Mingjing glanced at Zheng Qing: "Didn't you guys wait for me in the nunnery?"

"I'm afraid you'll have an accident in the mountains in this ghost weather."

Zheng Qing took off his hat and showed on the camera, "Let's go, let's go back quickly."

When passing by Qu Feitai, Zheng Qing hummed: "I knew that you would only cause trouble if you followed, so you can walk with your legs."

Qu Feitai's face was slightly red, as if he was afraid that people would see it, he raised his chest and said, "Of course you can."

Zheng Qing walked forward with his arms around Ming Jing, Qu Feitai stared at Zheng Qing's hand that fell on Ming Jing's shoulder, grinding his teeth.

"Have you found the Chuan Duan you want?"

"Blessed by the Bodhisattva, I found it."

"What does that thing look like?"

Der Spiegel took out a piece of black stuff like a wooden stick from the back basket.

Zheng Qing picked it up and looked at it, then complained, "Fire stick, what's the use of this thing?"

"Fix your body."

Zheng Qing looked at Mingjing with moving eyes: "You are so kind to me, you can't repay me, so promise me."

Der Jing pushed her face away: "Walk well, I'm not responsible for falling down the mountain."

"You woman, you are so cruel..."

Listening to the words of the two people in front of you, and the gestures are very familiar, Qu Feitai felt very uncomfortable.

Der Spiegel has always been cold and distant, and she has never seen her so intimate with anyone, let alone a man.

What does he have to do with Der Spiegel?

Qu Feitai limped behind the two of them. I'm afraid his fans would not be able to imagine that he was walking in the deep mountains and forests in a very embarrassed way at the moment, swaying full of jealousy.

Back at the cabin, Mingjing spread the picked herbs on a shelf to dry, and then turned to look at Qufeitai.

"sit down."

Qu Feitai sat down on the stool honestly.

Ding Jing tore up his jeans and used a cotton cloth to clean up the sludge from the wound. Qu Feitai tightly grasped the edge of the chair with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Mingjing looked up at him.

Qu Feitai immediately sat up straight, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Der Spiegel opened the cabinet and took out an earth-colored earthenware jar. The jar was a bit like a jar of pickled vegetables. When the lid was opened, a peculiar smell wafted out, which was a little disgusting.

"what is this?"

The mirror cut out a black paste and smeared it on Qu Feitai's wound.

"Snake ointment."

Qu Feitai's eyes suddenly shrank behind Ming Jing, he immediately put Ming Jing behind him, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, Qu Feitai's arm was entangled by a green snake, he was spitting out snake letters, and his fangs were showing his fierceness.

was about to bite on the back of Qu Feitai's hand, and a cold voice came from behind: "Xiaoqing."

The little snake suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked into the mirror, Qu Feitai read the grievance from the little snake's eyes.

It's been hell.

Der Spiegel shook his head slightly.

The little snake flew to Mingjing, wrapped around her arm, and turned around happily.

Zheng Qing shuddered; "Hey, that's disgusting."

Qu Feitai's expression was slightly uncomfortable.

Ming Jing's face was as usual: "It is Bamboo Leaf Green, which is highly poisonous."

Qu Feitai's pupils shrank: "Then why are you still..."

The little snake stayed in the palm of the mirror, propped up its upper body, and spit out a snake letter. Although the picture was really terrifying, the little snake's eyes seemed to be shining with water, and it looked very pitiful.

Ming Jing raised his hand and touched Zhu Yeqing's head, Zhu Yeqing's head rubbed against Ming Jing's palm.

"Everything has animism, it was saved by me, and it has been with me ever since."

In particular, snakes are extremely spiritual, and Mingjing sometimes wonders if it has become a spirit.

She left without saying goodbye, and it became angry, Der Spiegel thought, and let him return to nature, big cities are not suitable for it.

Unexpectedly, it finally came back with a smell.

Qu Feitai looked at Zhu Yeqing: "It's very cute, can I touch it?"

cute?

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes.

This man really gave up.

Mingjing looked at the little snake in the palm of his hand, the snake seemed to understand, and got into Mingjing's sleeve, leaving only Qu Feitai's tail.

Der Spiegel shook his head and laughed: "It's shy."

Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

Der Jing asked Qu Feitai to sit down again and treat his wound.

"The effect of this medicine is very good, and the wound no longer hurts." Qu Feitai felt that the effect was too miraculous, and sure enough Mingjing's medicine was good.

Qu Feitai said cheekily: "Can you give me some."

"呲." Xiaoqing got his head out of Mingjing's sleeve, baring his fangs.

Qu Feitai's initial fear has passed, but now he can deal with it calmly.

"There is Xiaoqing's contribution in this snake oil ointment."

Mingjing touched Xiaoqing's head and said softly, "He is my friend, don't play with your temper."

Xiaoqing lay down softly, her tail wrapped around Mingjing's little finger, like she was acting like a spoiled child.

Mingjing shook his head and smiled, "Okay, Xiaoqing agrees."

Qu Feitai laughed: "So snakes really have spirituality."

"You treat it with sincerity, and it will treat you with sincerity, as is the case with everything."

Zheng Qing poked out his ears: "I think you haven't heard the story of the farmer and the snake."

Xiaoqing grinned at Zheng Qing.

"Little thing, it's useless for you to show your prestige to me, I don't want to do that." Zheng Qing waved his fist.

"MD Lao Tzu is different from you." What's not good to call Xiaoqing.

"Okay, let's go." Ming Jing left the wooden house and went to the kitchen to boil water.

There is a well between the kitchen and the mountain gate. Usually, the water in the nunnery relies on this well. Mingjing brought a bucket of water neatly, poured it into the large pot in the kitchen, and set the fire to boil the water.

Bo Yuxun heard the movement and came out. Seeing the mirror drenched all over his body, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You're fine."

Mingjing said apologetically: "The mountain road is slippery and the rain doesn't stop. It may not be possible to go down the mountain today. Doctor Bo, I'm afraid you will spend the night in the nunnery."

"I love it here, it's an honor to live here."

Bo Yuxun came over and took the barrel from her hand, "I'll fetch water for you."

However, he made a fool of himself. He didn't know how to use this ancient method of digging a well. No matter how he did it, the wooden barrel would always turn over, and a sip of water would not come up.

Bo Yuxun was a little ashamed.

It seems that the seclusion life is not so happy.

"Doctor Bo, let me do it." Ming Jing threw the bucket and lifted it easily.

When Mingjing was on fire, Bo Yuxun squatted and watched: "Mingjing, when you lived in the nunnery, what did you usually eat?"

"The back mountain has its own vegetables, or go to the mountain to pick some wild vegetables. Sometimes the villagers at the foot of the mountain will bring us fresh fruits and vegetables, rice, flour, grain and oil."

The flames flickered, illuminating the girl's pure white face.

Her eyes did not complain about the poor life, she was calm, gentle and moving.

(end of this chapter)

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