The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 463: In the Mountains

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

It should be the coir raincoats of Ming Jing's junior sisters, only one of which is about the same size as hers. Zheng Qing guessed that it should belong to Ming Jing's master Wuxin.

Zheng Qing put it on and twirled around. It was a bit ugly, but the knitting was skillful, and wearing a straw hat, it looked like a knight-errant.

"You guys wait here, I'll go into the mountains to find Mingjing."

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 will live in such an environment for more than ten years."

Bo Yuxun was also deeply touched, "Her character is beyond human reach."

In such a poor and abject environment, he can grow so well. After coming to the big city, he was not distracted by the bustling mystery, and he always maintained the heart of a child. It is really commendable.

In this world, there is only one bright mirror.

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

There are so many halos on Ding Jing that people ignore how illogical her grades are.

Bo Yuxun murmured: "Maybe this is a genius."

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

Li Ling strode towards the meditation room, and 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 one from west to east should be the meditation room of Master Wuxin. There is nothing in the room except dust.

Straw dragonflies hung on the second wall, and a tiger-shaped kite was covered with dust.

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

A hard board bed against the wall, thin quilts are neatly stacked, a wooden table is placed in front of the window, with pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a stack of rice paper next to it, it can be seen that the quality of the brush, inkstone, and rice paper is not good. Well, the writing brush is even bald with only a few hairs left, but it is full of damage marks, it can be seen that the owner should use them often, and there is a dusty kerosene lamp next to it.

What time is it now, and there are still people using kerosene lamps.

The bookcase next to it is full of books. At a glance, apart from Buddhist scriptures, there are medical books. These books are full of antiquated 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 many places on it were annotated in familiar handwriting.

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

A girl's boudoir, two big men went in and rummaged, how decent.

"What are you doubting?" Bo Yuxun asked.

The room has an unobstructed view, as if to see the girl meditating and reading in such a poor environment day after day, and guarding the way in peace among the ancient Buddhas isolated from the world.

Li Ling shook his head: "A young girl who looks like a flower, but lives like an ascetic."

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

Li Ling put the book back and tapped on the floor and the wall, but unfortunately he didn't find the hidden compartment.

"You are enough." Bo Yuxun lowered his face.

Li Ling turned his gaze to the direction of the bed again, thought for a while and walked over.

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

Li Ling raised his eyebrows: "Doctor Bo, haven't you ever had doubts?"

Bo Yuxun frowned, a dark look flashed in the depths of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Ming Jing agreed with us to go up the mountain because she trusts us. If she wants to hide something, it is her right. She has never hurt anyone, and she has never brought anything to you." You have no right to invade her privacy if the police bothers you."

Li Ling glanced at Bo Yuxun, and pursed his lips, "Sorry, I overstepped the rules."

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

Li Ling rubbed his nose and gave a wry smile: "Doctor Bo, you misunderstood. I don't suspect that Ming Jing is 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 someday.

——

The road in the mountains is very difficult, with steep slopes and cliffs everywhere.

Coupled with the rain and strong wind, the visibility is very low. If you accidentally step on the air, you will be crushed if you fall.

"Mingjing..." Qu Feitai shouted, walking forward cautiously.

With one mouthful, it was filled with cold wind and rain.

Zheng Qing stopped after walking a few steps.

She squinted her eyes, looking at the heavy fog ahead.

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

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

"No." Qu Feitai interrupted her.

Zheng Qing gave him a white look: "What can you do next? What else can you do besides causing trouble? I will save you when the time comes. 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 Mingjing..."

The ground under Zheng Qing's feet suddenly collapsed, she reacted quickly, and flew to hug the tree trunk next to her, but Qu Feitai was in disaster, he was not as quick as Zheng Qing, and was about to roll off the cliff, only to see a vine The rattan quickly wrapped around his arm, and Qu Feitai subconsciously grabbed the rattan with his backhand.

Qu Feitai grasped the cane and slowly climbed up. He looked up in surprise when he saw a pair of shoes in front of him that were stained with mud and whose original color could no longer be seen.

"Mirror..."

The girl was carrying a bamboo basket, her black clothes had already been wet by the rain, her hair was drenched over her shoulders, only a pair of dark eyes, like the eternal night, quiet and profound.

Qu Feitai immediately got up and hissed lightly. It turned out that his knee had just hit a stone, and he bled 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 hat and coir raincoat, "Don't get caught in the rain, you'll catch a cold."

Ming Jing raised his hand to stop his movements: "I don't need it."

She frowned and looked 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 that you're fine, so I don't have to worry."

Ming Jing glanced at Zheng Qing: "Didn't you tell me to wait for me in the nunnery?"

"This terrible weather, I'm afraid something will happen to you in the mountains."

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

When passing by Qu Feitai, Zheng Qing snorted and said, "I knew it, you will only cause trouble if you follow, you can still walk with your legs."

Qu Feitai's face was reddish, as if he was afraid that people would see it, he puffed out his chest and said, "Of course."

Zheng Qing walked forward with Ming Jing in his arms, Qu Feitai stared at Zheng Qing's hand on Ming Jing's shoulder, and ground his teeth.

"Have you found the Chuanduan you want?"

"Bodhisattva bless you, I found it."

"What does that thing look like?"

Ming Jing took out a bunch of stick-like black things from the back basket.

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

"Replenish your body."

Zheng Qing looked at Ming Jing with emotion in his eyes: "You are so kind to me, I can't repay you, let's promise it with your body."

Ming Jing pushed away her leaning face: "Walk well, I will not be responsible for falling down the mountain."

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

Listening to the two people in front of you talking to each other, their gestures are very familiar, Qu Feitai felt very uncomfortable.

Ming Jing has always been cold and distant, and has never seen her be so intimate with anyone, let alone a man.

What does he have to do with Der Spiegel?

Qu Feitai limped along behind the two of them. I'm afraid his fans would not be able to figure out that he was walking in the deep mountains and old forests in a panic at the moment, full of jealousy.

Back in the cabin, Ming Jing spread the collected herbs on the rack to dry, and then turned to look at Qu Feitai.

"sit down."

Qu Feitai sat down on the stool obediently.

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

Ming Jing looked up at him.

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

Ming Jing opened the cabinet and took out an earth-colored earthenware pot. The pot was a bit like a pickle jar. When the cover was opened, a strange smell wafted out, which was a bit nauseating.

"What's this?"

Ming Jing took out a piece of black ointment and applied it to Qu Feitai's wound.

"Snake ointment."

Qu Feitai's gaze suddenly shrank behind Mingjing, and he immediately shielded Mingjing behind him, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, Qu Feitai's arm was entangled by a green snake, and he was spitting out the snake's letter, baring his fangs and showing a fierce look.

Just as he was about to bite Qu Feitai on the back of his hand, a cold voice came from behind: "Xiaoqing."

The little snake suddenly stopped and turned to look at the mirror, Qu Feitai actually read the grievance from the little snake's eyes.

What a ghost.

Ming Jing shook his head lightly.

The little snake flew up to Ming Jing's body, wrapped around her arm, and turned around happily.

Zheng Qing shivered; "Hey, it's disgusting."

Qu Feitai looked slightly uncomfortable.

Ming Jing's expression remained the same: "It is Zhuyeqing, which is highly poisonous."

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

The little snake stayed in Ming Jing's palm, propped up his upper body, and spit out the snake's letter. Although the scene was really scary, the little snake's eyes seemed to be shining with water, and he looked very pitiful.

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

"Everything has a soul, it was saved by me, and it has been following me ever since."

Snakes in particular are extremely spiritual. Der Spiegel sometimes doubts whether it has become a spirit.

She left without saying goodbye, and it got angry, Ming Jing thought, and let him return to nature, a big city is not suitable for it.

Unexpectedly, it finally came back with a smell.

Qu Feitai looked at Zhuyeqing: "It's so cute, can I touch it?"

cute?

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes.

This man really went all out.

Ming Jing looked at the little snake in his palm, the little snake seemed to understand, and got into Ming Jing's sleeve, leaving only a tail for Qu Feitai.

Ming Jing shook his head and laughed: "It's shy."

Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

Ming Jing asked Qu Feitai to sit down again and treated his wound.

"The effect of this medicine is very good, the wound is no longer painful." Qu Feitai felt that the effect was too miraculous, as expected, Mingjing's medicine was good.

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

"Bah." Xiaoqing poked her head out of Ming Jing's sleeve, baring her fangs.

After Qu Feitai's initial fear had passed, he was now able to deal with it calmly.

"This snake ointment has Xiaoqing's contribution."

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

Xiaoqing lay down limply, her tail was wrapped around Ming Jing's little finger, as if she was acting like a baby.

Ming Jing shook his head and smiled, "Okay, Xiao Qing agrees."

Qu Feitai laughed: "It turns out that snakes really have spirituality."

"If you treat it with sincerity, it will treat you with sincerity. This is true of everything."

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

Xiao Qing grinned at Zheng Qing.

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

"MD is not the same as you." It's not good to call it Xiaoqing.

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

There is a well between the kitchen and the mountain gate. Usually, the nunnery relies on this well for drinking water. Ming Jing fetches a bucket of water with a wooden bucket, pours it into the large pot in the kitchen, and lights the fire to boil the water.

Bo Yuxun came out when he heard the movement, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the drenched mirror, "It's great that you're fine."

Ming Jing said apologetically: "The mountain road is slippery and the rain is not stopping. We may not be able to go down the mountain today. Doctor Bo, I'm afraid you will have to spend the night in the nunnery."

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

Bo Yuxun came over and took the wooden bucket in her hand, "I'll fetch water for you."

However, he made a fool of himself. He didn't know this ancient way of digging a well. No matter how he tried it, the wooden barrel would always tip over, and he couldn't get a sip of water out.

Bo Yuxun felt ashamed.

It seems that life in seclusion is not so happy.

"Doctor Bo, let me do it." Ming Jing flicked the bucket and brought up a bucket of water easily.

When Mingjing was burning the fire, Bo Yuxun squatted aside and watched: "Mingjing, what did you usually eat when you were living in the nunnery?"

"There are vegetables grown by ourselves in the back mountain, or we can go to the mountain to pick some wild vegetables. Sometimes the villagers at the foot of the mountain will send us fresh fruits and vegetables as well as rice, flour, grain and oil."

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

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