The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 82

  Chapter 82 Master (one more)

  The so-called generation from the heart, if you want to get rid of this aspect, you have to do good deeds from the heart, and accumulate good destiny.

   "Master, can I follow you in practice in the future?"

   "What are you going to fix?"

   Jiao Mei said without hesitation: "Cultivating Buddha."

   "What is Buddha?"

   Jiao frowned and thought: "Buddha can make people forget all their troubles, and can take me to the Western Paradise."

  Ming Jing shook his head: "That's escape."

   Jiao Mei asked, "How can we practice so that we can reach the realm like a master."

  "Mindfulness practice, keep one mind free, keep the precepts, do good, make aspirations, and generate bodhicitta."

"Cultivation is not in the form, in the sincerity, not in the deep mountains and old temples. In your current food, clothing, housing, transportation, meal and meal, there are Taoist temples everywhere in your life. Everyone is kind, abstaining from greed, anger, and ignorance. , Ideal Pure Land, Self-nature Amitabha."

  The girl's quiet voice sounded quietly in the ward, as if it had an echo effect. The voice had fallen for a long time, and the voice seemed to still be reverberating in her ears.

   And she herself stood in place, she was tall and pity, and she dared not look directly.

  Ming Jing walked out of the ward, Song Yinzhang looked at her, almost afraid to talk to her, as if he only really knew her now.

   "Master Zhu." Madam Li caught up.

  Mingjing stopped, turned to look at her, and nodded slightly.

   "Mrs. Li, I have returned to the vulgar, just call me Mingjing."

  Ms. Li respectfully said: "Even if it is still vulgar, you can still be a master of mine."

  Ming Jing was not correcting her, but asked: "What is the matter with me, Madam?"

  "I'm fine, but if I have any confusion in this area in the future, can I ask the master to solve it?"

   "Madame broke me down."

  "The master is too humble, just say so, and there will be time to visit the master in the future."

  Ming Jing nodded helplessly and was about to leave. He raised his head and glanced at Madam Li. "Madam is hungry and thirsty recently, and she urinates frequently?"

  Ms. Li was taken aback, and quickly nodded: "Yes, it may be that I have been too tired recently. Just rest and rest."

  "Madam is in the hospital at this time. Let's go to the endocrinology department for early diagnosis and treatment."

  Then nodded, turned and left.

  Ms. Li stared at Ming Jing's back, and stayed there for a long time, until everyone was gone, and she reacted fiercely.

  Master means I am sick?

  Can't doubt the master's ability.

  But what disease did I get?

  Ms. Li was caught in hesitation and entanglement, for fear of finding out some serious illness, she had a good ideological struggle and went to the endocrinology department.

  The sitting doctor is an old professor in her fifties. She asked her the main complaint. She told her about some physical discomforts, and then ordered a lot of examinations for her to do. One hour later, she came back with the checklist.

  The old professor glanced at each list, and finally pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said: "Fortunately, you came early, otherwise you will have to take insulin if you are late."

Mrs. Li was stunned: "Insulin?"

  The old professor glanced at her: "You don't know what disease you have, why would you come to the Endocrinology Department?"

  Ms. Li grabbed his words and hurriedly asked: "What disease do I have?"

"Don't worry about diabetes. Diabetes is getting younger and younger now. It's not uncommon for you to be at this age. Fortunately, you came early, and later you can check your blood sugar level. It won't work if you don't take insulin. So let's prescribe it for you. Go back and take some medicine, and pay attention to your diet. Don't eat sweets anymore, and test your blood sugar on an empty stomach three days later."

  Ms. Li walked out of the outpatient building holding the medicine, and bowed to the horizon: "I wish you, Master, you are really a god."

  Ms. Li came home, Li Qingyao saw that she was carrying a large packet of medicine in her hand, and she was surprised: "Mom, didn't you go to the hospital to see Mrs. Song? Why did you bring so many medicines back."

  Ms. Li rejoiced: "Fortunately, I went to see her today, otherwise I will be the one lying in the hospital bed tomorrow."

  Mrs. Li explained the causes and consequences of Jiao Mei's injury, and she emphasized the magic of Zhu Mingjing, and treated her like a god.

"Master Zhu just glanced at me and she knew that I had a medical problem, and she asked me to call the endocrinology department. I thought she didn't frame me. Anyway, she was in the hospital. It would not take much effort to check it. I didn't expect it. I really found out the problem, diabetes, but the doctor said it was fortunate that I found it early and I could take medicine to control my blood sugar. I have to keep taking insulin at a later date. Who can take two injections every day? I really want to thank you very much. Master Zhu, she is really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva."

  Wish Master? Zhu Mingjing?

  Li Qingyao's mouth twitched.

  She really can't associate Zhu Mingjing with the swaggering master.

As if seeing what she was thinking, Mrs. Li gave her a white look: "You can't be disrespectful to the master. Gods and Buddhas are all watching from the sky. Jiao Mei is disrespectful to Master Zhu because he doesn't listen to Master Zhu. There is a real problem, right? , You don't know how embarrassed she was crying at Master Zhu."

Li Qingyao couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, I'm a student who can get a perfect score in Sizhe's exam. Doing this kind of feudal superstition is a cultural dregs. Save it, but I didn't expect her to look quite literary, and I didn't expect her to be a sturdy person behind her back. Big flicker, sure enough, people can't look at themselves."

  Mrs. Li slapped her back and said in a deep voice: "Bah, baah, forget what you just said. You are not allowed to be disrespectful to Master Zhu."

  The words fell, folded hands and bowed to the sky: "Master Zhu, my daughter did not mean it, don't blame her, she is still a child."

  Li Qingyao secretly rolled her eyes.

   "By the way, tomorrow you will go to Master Zhu with me to see if you can get into the university of your choice this time."

  Li Qingyao frowned: "Mom, you are too much. How many scores are on the test is my own strength, how can I beg others, if you want to go, I will not go."

   "You kid..."

  At this time, the landline in the living room rang, and the nanny answered and said, "Madam, it's Mrs. Gao's call."

  Mrs. Li walked over and picked up the microphone, "Mrs. Gao, it's me."

   "Mrs. Song, she's okay. She has some skin injuries. Just keep it up for a while, um, okay, see you tomorrow."

  Mrs. Li hung up the phone; "This Mrs. Gao asked me to have afternoon tea tomorrow afternoon. It seems that I will run out of time tomorrow. I will take you to Master Zhu when I have time."

  These noble ladies gather every once in a while. What are they doing? Bimei, better husband, better child, better grades than child, there are more places to be able to compare.

Therefore, every time she has a party, she has to do her best to avoid being compared by other ladies. Tomorrow morning, she will go for a maintenance and make a hair. Oh, she has to call the designer and give her a new one. The season's clothing comes.

   "By the way, I forgot to ask if Mrs. Zhu was invited."

  It is rumored that Lin Qing and Zhu Wentao are getting divorced. I guess I'm not in the mood to attend this kind of gathering now.

Lin Qing did receive a call from Mrs. Gao. She was going to refuse, but suddenly thought that if she didn't show up, those people would say it was even more ugly. Avoiding is not the solution to the problem, only her glamorous appearance can fan the fan. Rotten the mouths of those people, she still had a breath in front of these noble ladies, this breath is now Ming Jing hanging for her.

  Without a husband, I still have a daughter. None of your daughters are as good as my daughter. My mother is still the best in the audience.

  "Miss Xiangxiang, you can rest." In the garden, Uncle Wen looked at the girl wearing a straw hat and said distressedly.

"Uncle Wen, I'm fine, I'm not tired at all. As long as I can stay at Zhu's home with my work, I won't be tired from doing more." Zhu Xiangxiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Uncle Wen, you continue to teach me to trim. , I must study hard."

  Uncle Wen sighed, "Ms. Xiangxiang, don't face Ms. Ming Jing in the future. Listen to her words, you will wish you a lot better at home."

Zhu Xiangxiang looked a little lonely: "I owe her so much, and I am willing to let me do anything, but my father has raised me for so many years. I really can't bear to see my father being bullied by her. That's also her father. Why is she so cruel? ."

  Uncle Wen said that Zhu Wentao deserved it. In his own heart, he felt sorry for Zhu Xiangxiang, but intellectually, he knew that Ming Jing had done nothing wrong, and even the old lady was on the side of Miss Ming.

  Uncle Wen glanced at Zhu Xiangxiang, is she really worried about Zhu Wentao?

In the past 16 years, the wife has given her the most, and the relationship between mother and daughter is the best. If she is really filial, she should understand the three views as a filial daughter when facing a cheating father, not with family affection. Under the guise of helping the gang to abuse.

  Uncle Wen sighed, "Where is the lady?"

  I wish Xiangxiang's face became stiff.

  Uncle Wen said nothing more: "Miss Xiangxiang, you go and rest for a while, let me come."

  Fortunately, Madam loved her for sixteen years, and she was indeed an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

  Zhu Xiangxiang took off his straw hat and walked into the living room. Zhou Ma shouted in the kitchen: "Xiangxiang, come and help me choose dishes."

  I wish Xiangxiang a puff of blood rushed to his forehead, this dead old woman really used her as a nanny.

   Seeing that she was standing still, Zhou's mother curled her lips and said, “It's still Miss Zhu's family at all. My old lady can't do anything. It seems that I have to say to Miss Ming Jing and hire a live-in nanny. My old lady can't do it anymore.”

  This is to threaten her with Zhu Mingjing.

  I wish Xiangxiang to bear with it, and then walked into the kitchen: "Mother Zhou, I will help you, Ming Jing is so busy, you don't want to beat her."

   Zhou's mother hooked her lips and said, my heart, little girl, it can't cure you.

  Zhu Xiangxiang has never worked in the kitchen. She used to be an eldest lady who didn't touch Yang Chunshui with her fingers. She opened her mouth and stretched out her hands when she came to the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen, she was very busy.

   "Oh my aunt, what kind of dish you chose, the essence was thrown away by you, what shall we eat?" Zhou's mother was particularly speechless.

   "I haven't studied it, it won't be normal." Zhu Xiangxiang said with an innocent look.

  "If I teach, you should study seriously. As long as you are not a fool, you should know it without teaching. This is the basic skill of life."

   Zhu Xiangxiang's lips squirmed, and she chose forbearance.

  The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by a dog, dead old lady, you wait for me.

  "Cut vegetables like this. Hold the handle of the knife, not too tight or too loose. Hold the vegetables with one hand, and be careful not to cut your hands..."

  "Here is the gas switch, to the right is a big fire, and to the left is a small fire..."

  "Turn on the fire, wait for the water to boil, boil the water in the pot..."

   "Do you understand?" Zhou Ma asked.

   Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "Almost."

   "Come on, give you a shovel, and let this dish be fried for you."

   Zhu Xiangxiang shook his head subconsciously, "I... can't do it."

  "How can I know if I didn't do it, hurry up, the time is almost up, the lady is waiting for dinner, I will guide you by the side."

  I wish Xiangxiang wanted to cry without tears, she really became the mother of the Zhu family.

   Immediately afterwards, I heard various screams from the kitchen, with different frequencies and different decibels.

  Ming Chen and Ming Ti lie on the railing on the second floor and look down. Ming Chen covered his mouth and smiled, "She is too miserable."

   Mingti hummed: "It deserves it, you can't even cook at such an old age. She is like a second sister, and learns everything quickly."

   "If she was right, she might be our second senior sister."

  Mingti shivered: "Forget it, the second elder sister like this won't be fortunate enough, but fortunately, she had a wrong hold."

  "Xiangxiang, you can't do this. If you marry in the future, your mother-in-law can pick you wrong everywhere."

   Zhu Xiangxiang said in an angry tone: "Can I make a five-star chef the first time I cook?"

   "Well, let's learn slowly."

   Zhou's mother was happy.

  I wish Xiangxiang had no dinner and was full of anger.

  She just lay on the bed, the door was knocked, and the voice of the dead girl came from outside the door.

   "Mother Zhou is looking for you."

  Zhu Xiangxiang turned over under the quilt.

  That girl kept knocking, "Boom Boom Boom" like smashing the wall.

  I wish Xiangxiang opened the quilt and rushed out, "What are you doing?"

  Mingti is much shorter than her, but she is not stage fright at all, with a straight back, looking up at her, and saying without changing her face, "Mother Zhou is looking for you."

  Mingti is the most annoying of these three little girls, because Mingti is the most like a mirror.

   must be looking for her to work again. Zhu Xiangxiang didn't want to go. The girl stared at her with swarthy eyes, which was scarier than Zhu Mingjing. Zhu Xiangxiang said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go."

   "Xiangxiang, take these dinner plates with me." Zhou Ma ordered.

  Looking at the leftovers on the full table, Zhu Xiangxiang almost spit it out.

  She dignifiedly wished the eldest lady, why should she do such an old mother's job.

  Zhu Xiangxiang stood in place, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  She looked at Lin Qing who was sitting in the living room drinking tea, and yelled aggrievedly: "Mom."

Lin Qing looked a little haggard, and she glanced at her when she heard the words: "Mom raised you since childhood, so you never even touched a bowl. Look at your hands. They are delicate and white. They are the hands of the violin. They are not doing the dirty work. of."

Zhu Xiangxiang's expression was a little moved. She remembered that when she was a child, she was very squeamish. Lin Qing followed her no matter what she did. She even enrolled her in violin class to cultivate her celebrity temperament. In order to maintain these hands, Lin Qing bought fresh milk and used it every night. Come soak her hands.

  Zhu Xiangxiang's tears came down.

  Seeing her like this, Lin Qing couldn't bear it in her heart, and was about to say forget it. When she saw Ming Jing coming down from the second floor, Lin Qing turned her head.

   "You haven't practiced the violin for a long time, and it has long been abandoned."

  "Follow Zhou's mother and study hard. If your mother is gone in the future, you won't be unable to take care of yourself. You can support yourself anyway."

  Zhu Xiangxiang saw Ming Spiegel, turned around, wiped away tears and walked over to tidy up the dishes while enduring nausea.

  At this time, Uncle Wen walked in and said, "Madam, designer Dai has come to deliver the clothes."

  Lin Qing nodded: "Please come in."

  Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned, what did Lin Qing ask to send clothes for? Is there any important gathering recently?

Dai Qian is a new domestic designer. After returning from studying abroad, she created her own clothing brand Xiyueer. Because she often cooperates with celebrities, she has bold and novel designs and is very popular with actresses. She quickly gained a reputation in China. Her studio now rarely accepts foreign orders, but because Lin Qing gave her a lot of support in the early days of her business, she is grateful, so I always wish Xiangxiang and Lin Qing's clothing to be taken care of by her studio.

The last time she gave Zhu Xiangxiang and Zhu Mingjing dresses was her assistant. At that time, she was watching a show abroad. After returning, her assistant gave her the gossip about the different treatment of the two true daughters of Zhu's family at Zhu's family. Lin Qing has a lot of friendship, it can even be said that he is a close friend, and has always wanted to come and see, but in recent months, it has been a big foreign show, and it is really hard to get away. This has only been so long.

   "I haven't seen you for more than four months. You are really busy as a designer."

  "Madam, don't say that. I was really busy during this time, or I would have come to see you a long time ago. This is Miss Mingjing, as expected."

Dai Qian looked at the girl standing beside Lin Qing and couldn't help but said in surprise.

She is used to seeing actresses in the entertainment industry. They are fat and thin, each has its own merits. Her vision has long been elevated, and ordinary beauties can't get into her eyes at all, but this girl has been a long time ago and made her feel deeply surprised. .

   "What do the rumors say? Why don't I know?"

  Dai Qian smiled and said: "Jiangzhou is a biography, I wish the true daughter of the family is like a fairy, and a compassionate heart, and you wish my wife blessed."

  Lin Qing smiled with satisfaction.

  "These are clothes for you and Ms. Ming Jing. They are definitely the first dress of the season. I will bring them to you first." Dai Xi put the two big boxes with beautiful packaging on the table.

  Dai Qian said to Ming Jing: "Should I take Miss Ming Jing to try on clothes?"

  Lin Qing nodded, and said to Der Spiegel: "Go."

  Dai Qian picked up the top box and was about to go upstairs with the mirror. She turned her eyes and collided with Zhu Xiangxiang's line of sight.

  I saw Zhu Xiangxiang casually tied a ponytail behind his head with messy hair, with an apron around his waist, pushing a small cart, which was piled with greasy and messy dinner plates.

  Is this still the first lady who was once proud and dignified? This is a young babysitter, especially with that face full of bitterness...

  Daisy hardly dared to recognize it.

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw her, he was first overjoyed. He glanced at Zhu Mingjing next to her as if she saw her relatives. He seemed to be very afraid. He hung his head quickly, and lonely pushed the dining car past them, and walked into the kitchen. .

  This series of expression transitions took place in a moment, and its smoothness is breathtaking.

  Dai Qian raised her eyebrows, and smelled the gossip, but the melons in this rich family are not something you can eat casually.

  Dai Qian went upstairs and looked back at Lin Qing who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and then looked at the direction of the kitchen.

  The water in this giant is too deep.

  Look at the girl walking in front again, her back is slender and tall, her back is straight and straight, she hasn't said a word since she came to the present, but it gives her an extremely unfathomable feeling at this moment.

  Trying on the clothes went smoothly, and there was nothing to modify.

"Miss Zhu is a very standard body with nine heads, right-angled shoulders, and the wrists cross the crotch. Such a figure supports clothes and looks good in everything. Besides, Miss Zhu is only sixteen years old and she can continue to grow. Miss, I have to dig you into my studio as a model."

  I don't know how this figure came out, she even saw the vest line.

  Young and beautiful, with a good figure, a good family background, and smart, Dai Qian looked at her and understood what a man of heaven is.

  God's preference is unreasonable.

  Ming Jing changed into home clothes, "Aunt Dai and my mother are good friends?"

This was the first sentence Dai Xi heard from her, her voice was very good, and she smiled: "I have been an old friend of your mother for more than ten years. When I started my business, your mother helped me a lot. The studio still has her shares."

   "So, Aunt Dai should have cooperated with many celebrities in her studio."

Dai Qian smiled and said: "It's okay. I can't even drink my saliva when I'm busy. I just came back from abroad and took a big order. I will fly to Kyoto tomorrow to make costume coordinator for the concert of the star Qu Feitai. ."

  Ding Jing twisted her eyebrows. She seems to hear this name often recently.

"Do you know Qu Feitai? Many girls like him now, and his popularity is extremely high. Jiangzhou will have his concert next month. Do you want a ticket? I can get you a VIP position from internal channels, you You can bring your friends with you."

  Ming Jing smiled: "Thank you Aunt Dai, but my friend and I have already bought tickets."

   "Huh? You really like Qufeitai." Dai Qian was a little surprised. Der Spiegel is the kind of girl who looks sober and restrained. It's hard to imagine that she also chased stars.

  Ming Jing smiled: "A friend of mine is his fan, I'm just with her."

  It turned out to be like this, "Qu Feitai, I have worked with him twice. He is very handsome and talented. He is a qualified idol and he won't lose money in stocks."

  As Qu Feitai's mother fan, Dai Qian never missed any chance that Amway would smash.

For example, for Qu Feitai's costume coordination for this concert, several studios are competing. Among the proposals she came up with, only her solution satisfies Qu Feitai the most, because she knows the best and designs the solution. Qu Feitai's careful thoughts were completely pricked.

   "Every idol that can make fans obsessed must have his shining point on him."

   "You are right, but he is different from other idols. You will know when you learn about it later."

   "Ding Spiegel, can I add you a WeChat account? From now on, my studio will release new models of the season, and I will be the first to send them to you."

  A perfect clothes rack like Mingjing is the best publicity.

  Mingjing readily agreed, and the two added WeChat.

   Coming downstairs, Lin Qing has also tried on clothes. For so many years, Dai Qian knows her measurements well and can hardly make a mistake.

  Lin Qing is unwell, and Ming Jing sends Dai Qian out.

  The next morning, Lin Qing and Ming Jing put on new clothes and went downstairs. Zhu Xiangxiang looked up at the bright two people, feeling sad and sad.

   "Mom, are you going to the party?"

  Lin Qing touched her temples and nodded: "Mrs. Gao set up the game. It's been a long time since I got together."

  She looked at Ming Jing standing next to Lin Qing, and the acid water in her heart was about to come out.

  She used to accompany Lin Qing to participate, but now she has changed to Der Spiegel, but she has to work at home.

  Lin Qing left with Ming Jing, and Zhu Xiangxiang stared at the backs of the two, with gloomy eyes.

  In the kitchen, Zhou Ma shouted: "Xiangxiang, what are you doing? Come here and get the shrimp thread."

  I wish Xiangxiang stood still and didn't move.

   Zhou's mother glanced at her and smiled: “Ms. and Miss are gone. It's useless to look at them. It will only make me feel more uncomfortable.”

   Zhu Xiangxiang took off his apron and threw it on the ground fiercely, and ran upstairs with a "punk kick".

   Zhou's mother shouted: "Xiangxiang, what are you doing?"

   Zhu Xiangxiang stood on the second floor and shouted towards the downstairs; "I am Miss Zhu's family, why are you calling me? You are just an old mother, don't hold a chicken feather as an arrow."

   Zhu Xiangxiang's face suddenly turned pale, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

  At the bedroom door, I wish grandma sit in a wheelchair, looking at her coldly.

   Zhu Xiangxiang turned around and ran into the room, lying on the bed and crying.

   Zhou's mother rubbed her hands and said carefully, “It's Miss Zhu's family, would it be too much to do this?”

  I wish my grandmother coldly snorted: "Dou Mien rises up to the enemy, some people don't give her some bitterness, she treats you as a fool."

  Mother Zhou nodded: "Miss Ming Jing is still thoughtful."

   Mentioned Der Spiegel, wishing grandma's face eased: "She went out with Lin Qing?"

   "Yes, Madam took the young lady to Mrs. Gao's party."

  I wish grandma a long-lost smile on her face.

  (End of this chapter)

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