The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 467

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

The wind and rain outside the door, but the quiet and safe inside.

The moment Bo Yuxun finished speaking, all three people except Ming Jing tensed up, subconsciously looking at Ming Jing.

This is really a very sharp question, and everyone knows it, but it is really inappropriate to ask it in front of the person concerned.

Bo Yuxun looked at Ming Jing quietly, waiting for his answer.

Mingjing held the iron inlay, and touched the charcoal fire a little bit, and it revived, and a cluster of open flames lit up, bringing warmth.

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

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

Bo Yuxun was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect Ming Jing to ask an irrelevant question instead.

Before waiting for his answer, Ming Jing said lightly: "A big chicken lays an egg, and a broken egg lays a chicken. The cycle of karma and retribution is not good."

She said: "When is the time for revenge, all the grievances are over at that moment."

Bo Yuxun didn't see any trace of resentment in her expression.

In fact, he already knew the answer before asking.

"If one day, you find that you still have a relative who misses you, will you...will you be happy?"

Zheng Qing coughed and glanced at Bo Yuxun strangely.

What does this guy mean?

Zheng Qing rolled her eyes, yes, she almost forgot that Ming Jing is not alone in this world, she still has relatives and brothers...

She can't keep Der Spiegel, 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 the beginning to the end, he understood every word, but why is it so difficult to understand when they are combined together?

Ming Jing raised his eyes to look at Bo Yuxun, his dark eyes were dark and serene.

Bo Yuxun looked back at him without timidity.

In his eyes, there is anticipation, excitement, and joy like finding something lost.

Corresponding to it is the calm silence in the eyes of the bright mirror, like a calm deep sea.

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

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

Zheng Qing put away the dagger in a "swish" and stood up, "I'll go and see what monsters and monsters it is."

After the words fell, he rushed out in a hurry.

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, hid the dagger 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 sound of the rain, but was clearly captured by Zheng Qing's ear consciousness.

Zheng Qing's hands trembled and she almost couldn't stand still. She immediately opened the door and closed it behind her backhand, looking up and down at the man in front of her.

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

Under the rain hat, the man raised his head. It was a face that was not very colorful, but his eyes were like torches. The moment he looked at it, it was like falling into an abyss.

Zheng Qingcue scolded: "Why are you here to join in the fun? Isn't it messy enough? Li Ling is sitting inside, and Bo Yuxun, if he knows your identity, he will not let you go."

The man raised the waterproof bag in his hand, "Fatty Chef's wife begged me to come to the mountain to deliver supplies to you. It's getting late and the road down the mountain is difficult. I'll make do with the night in the nunnery tonight."

Zheng Qing took a deep breath: "Are you kidding me, give me the things, you go down the mountain quickly."

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

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

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

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand to push him, but the man remained motionless.

Under the umbrella, the girl raised her gaze.

Across the gurgling rain curtain, the four eyes met, as if time stood still at this moment.

The man's eyes were deeply locked on her face, his Adam's apple rolled, and his deep voice seemed to come from an abyss.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Zheng Qing's mouth was so startled that he could race an egg.

What happened without her knowing?

Ming Jing nodded: "Thank you for making this trip."

The man's voice was light: "It's nothing to do with a little effort."

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

Ming Jing turned around: "Last time in Qujiang, this gentleman saved me."

The man passed Zheng Qing and stepped into the gate of the nunnery.

He looked at everything in the nunnery calmly, "Little master grew up in such an environment, and he has a firm Buddha heart, and I admire him so much."

Ming Jing said indifferently: "Mr. is absurd."

The man raised his eyebrows and stroked the beard on his chin: "Little master has sharp eyes, I don't know how the little master recognized me? Please ask the little master to clarify."

"Next time Mr. disguises himself, please cover up the ambergris on your body."

The man froze for a moment, shook his head and laughed, "I see."

Zheng Qing's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them strangely, one dared to speak about ambergris, and the other dared to listen.

When they saw the man walking in, they all froze for a moment.

Everyone sitting here is a dragon and phoenix among people, people with quick thoughts, especially Li Ling, who can tell at a glance that this man has an extraordinary bearing under an ordinary disguise, and he is by no means an ordinary person.

"I don't know where this gentleman comes from? At this time, it shouldn't be for praying for Buddha, right?" Li Ling asked tentatively.

Zheng Qing shook the bag in his hand: "The proprietress sent him to deliver supplies to us. The proprietress can deal with it. If there is something to do, she will do it."

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

Zheng Qing sent a box of hot pot to each person, "A group of us get together 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 clicked his tongue, they are all bosses, if this photo gets out, it will definitely detonate the whole Internet.

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

Zheng Qing rubbed his chin: "In the future, all the artists in my company can be supported by selling your black photos. 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 subtly: "Boss Qing appreciates his kindness."

Zheng Qing sighed: "One day, you will regret crying for your father and mother."

Turn on the self-heating hot pot, the aroma filled the whole room, Zheng Qing handed it to Ming Jing: "You only ate a little sweet potato, how is your stomach hurting, eat some hot pot, it's all vegetarian, it won't make you relapse."

Ming Jing shook his head, "Take it slowly, I'll make some medicine."

Then he got up and left the kitchen.

As soon as Ming Jing left, the atmosphere in the kitchen fell into an eerie silence.

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 already good to be able to eat self-heating hot pot, there is nothing to be picky about.

While he was eating sullenly, Li Ling's voice sounded next to his ear; "I think Mr. looks familiar, have we met somewhere before?"

The man sat on the wooden pier, and his gestures and gestures were majestic, and even the narrow and cramped kitchen did not damage his temperament.

When the man heard the words, a dark color quickly flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he raised his eyes and said lightly: "Mr. misidentified the person."

"Really? I think Mr. has an extraordinary temperament. I don't know how to call him?"

"Miangui's surname is Ye."

"Is Mr. Ye from Siji Town?"

Faced with Li Ling's probing questions, I would have grown impatient with someone else, but the man's expression was always light, and he seemed to be well-trained.

"no."

"Is Mr. Ye from Yunzhou?"

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

Zheng Qing thought that Li Ling was indeed Mr. Cheng's most valued subordinate, his eyes were really poisonous.

Bo Yuxun was also secretly observing the man across from him, and heard what Li Ling meant.

The man frowned slightly, then quickly parted ways, and said calmly, "How did you know, Mister?"

Li Ling laughed: "Because I am from Yunzhou, I feel very kind when I look at you. As the saying goes, when a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, both of them burst into 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 aloof and aloof. Hearing the words, he said indifferently: "Really? I haven't been 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 flatly, "A runner."

"Mr. is so talented, running errands is really a waste of talent." Li Ling's tone was very regretful.

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

Zheng Qing couldn't stay any longer, and quickly slipped out to the pharmacy in the back mountain.

The sky gradually darkened, and the cabin was shrouded in darkness. Ming Jing was holding a kerosene lamp in one hand, and was gently picking up medicinal herbs in the other hand. His thin and slender figure looked more ethereal and lonely in the dim candlelight.

Zheng Qing leaned against the door frame, imagining how she had spent the previous ten years, her nose couldn't help but feel sore.

"Ayu."

The girl's figure froze, without turning her head.

A ray of cold wind drifted in through the dilapidated window, blowing the candlelight like beans to flutter and mottled, and the girl's hazy shadow was reflected on the wall.

"You have a serious physical loss, and you are relying on your foundation to hold on, but after five years, you will not be able to hold on. If you still want to watch your son grow up, you must listen to me."

Zheng Qing lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm gone, don't you still have you?"

"If you want your son to become 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 not let their children suffer the hardships they have endured.

"Okay, I will listen to you, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."

There was a slight smile on Ming Jing's lips.

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

"Do you hate him?"

"Why do you always ask me this way? Dr. 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. It doesn't matter if you hate it or not?"

Zheng Qing froze 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, Ah Yu's shadow gradually disappeared.

She let go completely, which represented Ah Yu's real disappearance.

Ding Jing worked for a long time and came up with a black pill.

Zheng Qing was very disgusted: "What is this thing? It won't be highly poisonous, right?"

She took it and swallowed it in one gulp, almost vomiting it out in disgust.

"Oh my god, I'm so miserable, you murdered your own husband."

Ming Jing handed her a glass of water: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. You take the medicine every day, meditate and adjust your breath after taking the medicine, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, eat and rest regularly, and your body will gradually recover."

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

"It's my greatest gratitude for you to do less evil. Next, I will spend three days preparing medicine for you." Ming Jing came out with a kerosene lamp and an umbrella.

"I'm going to keep vigil for Master tonight, you guys should go to bed earlier."

After the words fell, he walked into the Bodhisattva hall, and meditated on the futon amidst the flickering candlelight.

The sound of rattling wooden fish came slowly, lingering in the silent mountain forest for a long time.

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

Listening to the sound of the wooden fish, several people felt different emotions.

When the knock on the door came again, it was almost morning.

With the howling mountain wind, the torrential rain, and the sound of wooden fish, in such an environment, the knock on the door seemed extremely strange.

Almost instantly, creepy.

Qu Feitai subconsciously stood up, glanced at the three people opposite, "I'll go and have 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, casting figures on the wall, pulling out various weird shapes, adding to the terrifying atmosphere.

Qu Feitai clenched his fists: "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, besides, there is a Bodhisattva to bless you, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

The words went straight out.

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

A man walked out of the darkness, travel-stained, his face covered with dust.

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

The man passed him, stepped into the gate of the nunnery, and saw the girl kneeling at the feet of the Bodhisattva right in the middle of the Buddhist hall.

Her thin back is somewhat blurred in the rain, the dim candlelight is flickering and mottled, and the picture is solemn and quiet.

The sound of the wooden fish came from far to near, click, click, like a heavy hammer, the hammer fell on the heart.