The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 467

Chapter 467 Laity

"It is rumored that Yujiang killed your father Ran Bowen, do you hate her?"

The wind and rain were violent outside the door, and the inside was quiet and peaceful.

The moment Bo Yuxun's words fell, the three people except Ming Jing were all nervous and looked at Ming Jing subconsciously.

This is really a very sharp question, and everyone knows it, but asking it in front of the person involved is actually a bit inappropriate.

Bo Yuxun quietly looked at the mirror, waiting for his answer.

The bright mirror held the iron inlay, and poked the charcoal fire little by little.

The girl lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, calmly and silently.

"Then I ask Dr. Bo, which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

Bo Yuxun was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Mingjing to ask an irrelevant question in turn.

Before waiting for his answer, Mingjing said lightly: "The big chicken makes the egg, the egg breaks and the chicken is born, the karma cycle, and the retribution is unhappy."

She said: "When will the grievances be repaid, all the grievances will be over at that moment."

Bo Yuxun didn't see the slightest resentment in her demeanor.

In fact, he already knew the answer before asking.

"If one day you find out that you still have a relative who is thinking of you, will you...will you be happy?"

Zheng Qing coughed and glanced at Bo Yuxun strangely.

What does this guy mean?

Zheng Qing's eyes rolled, yes, she almost forgot, Mingjing is not alone in this world, she still has relatives, has a brother...

She can't keep Mirror, but these people can.

Thinking of something, Zheng Qing glanced at Bo Yuxun calmly.

Did he know something?

Li Ling looked at his nose and heart, and raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Qu Feitai was confused from beginning to end, he understood every word, but together, why was it so difficult to understand?

Mingjing raised his eyes to look at Bo Yuxun, his dark eyes were dark and quiet.

Bo Yuxun looked back at him without any cowardice.

In his eyes, there is anticipation, excitement, and the joy of having lost and regained.

Correspondingly, there is the undisturbed silence in the eyes of the bright mirror, like a calm deep sea.

"Knock Knock Knock" Someone knocked on the mountain gate, breaking the silence of the scene clearly through the rain curtain.

In this old temple in the deep mountains where it was raining heavily, the knock on the door seemed quite strange, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on the back.

Zheng Qing put away his dagger and stood up, "I'll go see what kind of bull, ghost, snake and **** it is."

After that, he rushed out.

Bo Yuxun sighed softly, that's all, there will be opportunities in the future.

Zheng Qing glanced through the crack of the door. The visitor was wearing a black raincoat, dripping water all over his body, and appeared at the entrance of the nunnery, which was very strange.

Zheng Qing flipped his wrist, the dagger was hidden in his sleeve, and shouted: "Who is it? Report the number."

"It's me." A deep and magnetic male voice was easily drowned out by the rushing rain, but was clearly captured by Zheng Qing's ear.

Zheng Qing's hand trembled, almost unsteady, she immediately opened the door, closed it with her backhand, and looked up and down at the man in front of her.

Unbelievable: "Why are you here? What the **** are you doing?"

Under the rain hat, the man raised his head. It was an unremarkable face, but his eyes were like torches, and the moment he looked at it, it was like falling into an abyss.

Zheng QingCui scolded: "You're here to join in the fun, don't you think it's not messy enough? Li Lingke is sitting inside, and Bo Yuxun, if he knows your identity, he won't let you go."

The man lifted the waterproof bag in his hand, "The boss of the fat brother chef begged me to come to the mountain to deliver supplies to you. It's getting late, and the way down the mountain is not easy to walk. I'll make do with one night in the nunnery tonight."

Zheng Qing gasped: "What are you kidding me, give me something, you go down the mountain."

Zheng Qing grabbed the bag from his hand and drove him down the mountain.

At this moment, the door behind him opened, and Ming Jing walked out with an umbrella.

Zheng Qing's expression froze, and he subconsciously stood in front of the man, "What kind of mirror, he was sent by the proprietress to send you supplies. The things have been received, so I will let him go down the mountain."

"What are you doing, hurry up." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand to push him, but the man didn't move.

Under the umbrella, the girl raised her eyes.

Across the gurgling rain curtain, the eyes are facing each other, as if time has stopped at this moment.

The man's gaze was deeply locked on her face, his Adam's apple rolled, and his deep voice seemed to come from the abyss.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Zheng Qing's mouth was so shocked that he could lay an egg.

What happened when she didn't know?

Der Spiegel nodded: "Thank you so much for this trip."

The man's voice was light: "It's not worth the effort."

"Wait, when did you meet?" Zheng Qing stood between the two, looking at this and then at that.

Der Jing turned around: "Last time Qu Jiang, this gentleman saved me."

The man crossed Zheng Qing and stepped into the nunnery.

He looked at everything in the nunnery calmly, "Little Master grew up in such an environment since he was a child, and he has a firm mind and admires him."

Mingjing said lightly: "Mr. praise."

The man raised his eyebrows and stroked the beard on his chin: "Little Master has bright eyes, I don't know how Little Master recognized me? Please Little Master explain."

"Next time you change your face, please cover up the ambergris on your body."

The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "So it is."

Zheng Qing's eyes wandered between the two of them strangely, what ambergris, one dares to speak, the other dares to listen.

Several people were stunned when they saw the man walking in.

There are dragons and phoenixes among the people, and people with quick minds, especially Li Ling, can see at a glance that this man has an extraordinary bearing under the ordinary disguise, and is definitely not an ordinary person.

"I don't know where this gentleman came from? Shouldn't this time come to seek Buddhahood?" Li Ling asked tentatively.

Zheng Qing shook the bag in his hand: "The proprietress sent him to send us supplies. The proprietress can handle it. She is really good when something happens."

Zheng Qing opened the bag, and there were steamed buns, instant hot pot and self-heating rice, and a quilt to keep out the cold.

Zheng Qing distributed a box of hot pot to each person, "Let's get together as a group to eat hot pot in this old temple deep in the mountains, what kind of fate is this, let's take a photo together."

Zheng Qing took out his mobile phone, and before everyone could react, he quickly took a selfie.

Zheng Qing snorted, they are all big guys, if this photo leaked out, it would definitely detonate the entire Internet.

Qu Feitai snorted: "Mr. Qing, how many black photos of me do you have in your phone?"

Zheng Qing touched his chin: "In the future, by selling your black photos, you can support all the artists in my company. Are you really not considering coming to my company? I'll give you a surprise benefit when you come. It's definitely not a loss."

Qu Feitai smiled but said, "President Qing's kindness has been received."

Zheng Qing sighed: "One day, you will regret crying and crying."

Opened the self-heating hot pot, the aroma filled the whole room, Zheng Qing handed it to Mingjing: "You only ate a little sweet potato, how can your stomach suffer, eat hot pot, it's all vegetarian, it won't make you relapse."

Mingjing shook his head, "You guys take it slow, I'll go get some medicine."

Then got up and left the kitchen.

As soon as the mirror left, the atmosphere in the kitchen became eerily silent.

Before the self-heating hot pot was put on hold, Qu Feitai would not even take a look at it, but now the conditions are harsh and the weather is cold, it is not bad to be able to eat self-heating hot pot, there is nothing to be picky about.

When he was eating, Li Ling's voice sounded in his ears; "I think Mr. looks familiar, have we met before?"

The man sat on the wooden pier, and he gestured with dignity, even the narrow and cramped kitchen did not damage his temperament.

The man heard the words, a dark color flashed across the depths of his eyes, and he raised his eyes lightly and said, "Sir, you have recognized the wrong person."

"Really? I think that Mr. has an extraordinary temperament, so I don't know what to call him?"

"Not your surname Ye."

"Is Mr. Ye from Siji Town?"

In the face of Li Ling's inquisitive questioning, the other person has long been impatient, but the man always looks light and looks very cultivated.

"no."

"Is Mr. Ye from Yunzhou?"

Li Ling's eyes were locked tightly on the man's face, not missing the slightest micro-expression.

Zheng Qing said in his heart that Li Ling is indeed Mr. Cheng's most important subordinate, and his eyes are really poisonous.

Bo Yuxun was also secretly observing the man opposite, and heard Li Ling's implication.

The man frowned slightly, then quickly dispersed, and said lightly, "How did you find out, sir?"

Li Ling laughed: "Because I'm from Yunzhou, I feel very kind to see you. As the saying goes, when a fellow sees a fellow, the two of them are in tears."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "So you are fellow villagers, what kind of fate is this..."

The man's back was straight, and he was cold and arrogant. He heard the words and said lightly: "Really? I haven't gone back for many years."

"What does Mr. Ye do?"

Zheng Qing felt a little annoyed, was it an occupational disease or doubted him? I can't wait to seal Li Ling's mouth.

The man said calmly, "Running errands."

"Mr. is so talented, running errands is really inferior." Li Ling's tone was very regretful.

The man said lightly, "I think it's pretty good."

Zheng Qing couldn't stay any longer, so he quickly slipped out and came to the pharmacy in Houshan.

The sky was getting darker and the cabin was shrouded in pitch darkness. Mingjing was holding a kerosene lamp in one hand and picking up herbs in the other. The thin and slender figure, in the dim candlelight, seemed more and more misty and cold.

Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame, imagining how she had spent the past ten years, her nose could not help sour.

"Ayu."

The girl's figure froze and did not look back.

A cold wind wafted in through the dilapidated window sash, and the bean-like candles were swaying and mottled. On the wall, the hazy shadow of the girl was reflected.

"You have suffered serious physical losses. You have to rely on your foundation to support yourself. After five years, you will not be able to support it. If you want to watch your son grow up, you have to listen to me."

Zheng Qing lowered his head and said in a dull voice, "I'm gone, isn't there still you?"

"If you want your son to be an orphan, then you can do whatever you want. Mother's love is irreplaceable."

Yes, they are all orphans, and they have sworn since childhood that if they get married in the future, they will never let their children suffer the hardships they have endured.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

The corners of the mirror's lips overflowed into a shallow smile.

"So you've seen him before." Zheng Qing said in a low voice, staring at Ming Jing's busy figure.

"Do you hate him?"

"Why do you always ask me like this, Doctor Bo is like this, and so are you."

Ming Jing said in a calm tone: "The word hate is too heavy. I said earlier that everything has its own cause and effect. How can you hate it or not?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I am a layman after all."

She looked at the mirror, her eyes gradually became sad.

On her body, there is no trace of Ayu anymore.

She let go completely, which represented the real disappearance of Ah Yu.

Der Spiegel worked for a long time to come up with a black pill.

Zheng Qing disliked it very much: "What kind of thing is this? It won't be highly poisonous, will it?"

She took it and swallowed it, almost spitting it out in disgust.

"Mom, I've been tortured to death, you murdered my husband."

Mingjing handed her a glass of water: "Good medicine is bitter and good for illness. You take the medicine at the middle of the day. After taking the medicine, you can meditate and adjust your breath, guard against arrogance and impatience, eat and rest regularly, and your body will gradually recover."

Zheng Qing sighed: "How should I thank you?"

"The biggest thank you to me for doing less sin is that I will spend three days giving you medicine." Ming Jing walked out with a kerosene lamp and an umbrella.

"I'm going to keep a vigil for Master tonight, you should rest early."

The words fell further and further away, walked into the Bodhisattva Hall, and meditated on the futon among the flickering candles.

The sound of the wooden fish lingered in the silent mountains and forests for a long time.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared, and the world seemed to press the pause button immediately.

Several people were in different moods when they heard the sound of the wooden fish.

When the knock on the door came again, the time was approaching the early morning.

The mountain wind is howling, the rain is pouring, and the sound of wooden fish. In such an environment, this knock on the door is extremely strange.

Almost instantly, creepy.

Qu Feitai stood up subconsciously and glanced at the three people across from him, "I'll go take a look."

Li Ling glanced at the man, "At this time, who else will come?"

Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, this scene is really scary.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the room, and it was swayed by the wind. The figure was cast on the wall and pulled out various strange shapes, which added to the horror atmosphere.

Qu Feitai clenched his fist: "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and besides, there is a Bodhisattva to bless you, so what's there to be afraid of."

said that and walked straight out.

Although he gave himself courage, fear is human nature, Qu Feitai opened the door with trembling fingers, and the mountain wind rushed towards him, almost making him unable to open his eyes.

A man walked out of the darkness, dusty and dusty.

Qu Feitai's pupils shrank suddenly: "Is it you?"

The man passed him and stepped into the nunnery gate. At a glance, he saw a girl kneeling at the foot of the Bodhisattva in the middle of the Buddha Hall.

Her thin back was a bit blurry in the rain, the dim candles flickered and mottled, and the picture was solemn and quiet.

The sound of the wooden fish is from far to near, and it is like a heavy hammer, and the hammer falls in my heart.

(end of this chapter)

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