The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 498 This Wish

The main hall is majestic and solemn, and the golden Buddha smiles while holding flowers.

The altar in front of the Buddha is filled with fragrant flowers, vegetables and fruits. All the way in, countless long-burning lamps are lit on both sides, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

The sandalwood is faint and calm.

Bo Lianye helped Mrs. Bo step into the palace door, her heart trembled slightly as she was shocked by the golden Buddha lamp in front of her, and her expression became more respectful.

The ground is paved with gold bricks, which can be used as a guide. It is said that it came from the largest kiln brick firing center in the Moon Dynasty. It was specially used for firing floor bricks for the emperor's palace. It sounds like metal, so it is called gold bricks. It can be said that every gold brick on the ground has a history of hundreds of years.

With a solemn expression, Mrs. Bo walked slowly on the gold brick step by step, took the three sticks of incense from Master Mingdeng, with her left hand above and right below, she broke free from the support of Bo Lianye, and slowly knelt down from the futon.

"Faith girl Murong Shuang, seventy-nine times out of ten, may all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless me, so that I will have great compassion, bodhicitta, generosity, precepts, patience, diligence, meditation wisdom and other paramita, so that I can get rid of the suffering of samsara and hope for eternal peace. Bodhi Fruit Bit."

Kowtow three times and worship nine times, the lights are always bright.

At this time, fireworks are in full bloom in the sky, and the New Year is coming.

"咚咚咚" came three bells and drums from the southeast, deafeningly deafening, shocking the past and the present, just like the washing of the soul by gods and Buddhas, washing away all dirt and ushering in new life.

Bo Yuxun stood at the gate of the hall, watching the fireworks in the sky, listening to the lingering sound of bells and drums, his mind miraculously calmed down.

Bo Lianye followed Mrs. Bo to her knees and kowtowed firmly.

What do you want?

I pray for the health of my parents and family members, for my own academic success and a bright future, and for the peace of the country and the people.

As a three-good student in the new era, she has always thought that this is feudal dross, and it is better to work hard than to put her love on gods and Buddhas.

But at this moment, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, hearing the sound of bells and drums, and smelling the faint sandalwood incense from the tip of her nose, her heart was unstoppably pious.

This is probably the power of faith.

Sending Mrs. Bo back to the meditation room to rest, Bo Lianye didn't feel sleepy at all. When she went out, she saw Bo Yuxun standing under the eaves, and Bo Lianye walked over with a smile.

"Uncle, don't you have anything to ask for? Do as the Romans do, what if the Buddha heard your prayer and helped you?"

Bo Yuxun shook his head, "The Buddha can't help me."

Bo Lianye stared blankly at him, the man in front of him was so close, blurred like a cloud of fog, he could be seen but couldn't be grasped.

"Go to bed early." Bo Yuxun warned, and left the backyard.

Unlike the silence in the backyard, the front hall is brightly lit, and there is an endless stream of people coming to offer incense.

Bo Yuxun found a secluded place, and he could see the blue brick road in front of the palace, people coming and going, incense burning, and fireworks in the world, it's like this.

Thinking of something, he took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and turned it on silent, but he didn't know how many unread messages there were in just a few minutes.

No one dared to call him to harass him, and they all sent him blessing text messages.

There are colleagues in the hospital, classmates in college, and friends with jet lag abroad.

Bo Yuxun flicked past them one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Ming Jing's head portrait.

It is a quiet lotus flower, just like herself, spotless.

The chat box is very clean.

By this time, she was probably asleep.

Bo Yuxun held the phone with mixed emotions.

Sure enough, Bo Yujiang came to Jiang's house, which has exposed her relationship with Jiang Chunlan. This is enough to prove that her dove's occupation of the magpie's nest was a man-made conspiracy.

He is not afraid to scare the snake, only when the snake shows its head can it pinch seven inches and get the answer he wants.

He looked back at the brightly lit Buddha Hall, and the Buddha looked at the world with compassionate eyes, spreading great love and transforming the world.

If the Buddha had eyes, he would bless the little sister to get her wronged.

If you reincarnate in the next life, please vote for a good family with healthy parents, a prosperous family, peace and happiness, and happiness.

This is the only wish.

——

Zhao Ninghan woke up slowly at noon the next day.

Zhao's mother rushed forward and cried: "Hanhan, you finally woke up, you are going to scare mom to death."

Zhao Ninghan blinked her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her head, her brain was still dazed.

She turned her head and looked at the arm full of tubes, her eyes were a little confused.

With a slight movement, a tearing pain came from her lower abdomen, which made her gasp subconsciously.

"Don't move, you just had an operation, the effect of the anesthesia has just passed, the doctor ordered you to stay in bed for a few days."

"I..." Zhao Ninghan opened her mouth, only to realize that her voice was extremely hoarse.

Zhao's mother hurriedly fed her water: "The doctor said that you can only eat liquid food for the next two days. You should bear with it. When you recover from your injury, mother will prepare delicious food for you every day."

Zhao Ninghan took a sip of water to moisten her throat, and then she felt better. She suddenly grabbed Zhao's mother's hand, and asked eagerly, "Where's my child? Have you saved it?"

Zhao's mother's eyes were red, and she comforted softly: "We are still young, and there will be children in the future."

Zhao Ninghan's face paled instantly, she bit her lower lip tightly, "Mingjing."

She almost pronounced the name through gritted teeth.

"Where's Song Sheng?" This is the person she wants to hold on to now.

Zhao's mother glanced outside the door: "I was still there last night, I don't know when I left, Hanhan, is this Mr. Song reliable? I don't think he cares much about you, but that's his child." .”

Zhao Ninghan was a little irritable, she was really her own mother.

Zhao Ninghan drooped her eyebrows and was in a bad mood. Zhao's mother was still rambling on, "You said you were going to the Spring Festival Gala. I already told my little sisters. Everyone stays in front of the TV and prepares to watch your show. They also praised me for raising an excellent daughter, but they didn't see you appearing after watching all night, and those little sisters spoke in a nasty way, and they almost drove me to death..."

Zhao Ninghan took a deep breath and endured a knife on her head.

At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a young female doctor walked in. Zhao Ninghan had a certain impression of her, as if she had performed the operation on herself last night.

"Wake up." The female head doctor has delicate features, and her smile is as sweet as a peach blossom, giving people a kind of approachable feeling.

Zhao Ninghan has good eyesight, and she saw the work card hanging on her chest, the obstetrics and gynecology resident doctor - Ye Qingxing.

Ye Qingxing came up to check on Zhao Ninghan's body: "For the first two days, we need to prevent wound infection and complications. If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me in time."

Then Luoye Qingxing sighed deeply: "It's a pity that you are still so young."

Zhao Ninghan suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

Zhao's mother next to her asked, "Doctor Ye, can my daughter still be pregnant?"

When Ye Qingxing heard this question, the compassion on her face became heavier, "I didn't have time to tell you last night, because it was delivered too late and the bleeding was serious. In order to save your life, I had no choice but to remove the hysterus. As a doctor, I It’s really unbearable, but it’s a helpless move.”

"Boom" was like a bolt from the blue, and Zhao Ninghan was completely dumbfounded.

Zhao's mother was also stunned, grabbed Ye Qingxing's wrist in disbelief, and said in a shrill voice, "What did you say?"

Ye Qingxing was caught in pain, stabilized her mind, and comforted her again: "There is no way to do this. I know what it means to a woman to lose her womb, but Miss Zhao, I have tried my best..."

There was a bit of hesitation on her face, she hesitated to speak, Zhao's mother asked eagerly: "Say it quickly."

Ye Qingxing gritted her teeth, as if she had just made up her mind: "Miss Zhao's ectopic pregnancy is not dangerous in the first place, a minor operation is enough, but the bad thing is that it was delivered too late, delaying the best time for surgery. What a pity."

Zhao's mother covered her face and cried bitterly: "My poor daughter, you are still so young."

Zhao Ninghan was lying on the hospital bed, her whole body was numb, with a dazed and painful expression.

Two tears overflowed from the sockets of the eyes and dripped onto the pillowcase.

Ye Qingxing pretended to be casual and reminded: "The young woman who sent Ms. Zhao here last night, I wonder if Ms. Zhao has any impression? If there is any conflict, let's wait for the injury to recover. Nothing is as important as the body."

It was only then that Zhao Ninghan remembered that Ming Jing seemed to be the one who sent her to the hospital last night.

Zhao Ninghan couldn't accept this kind of love. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have had a miscarriage, let alone lost her womb, and would never have been able to be a mother.

The doctor also said that it was a minor operation, and she sent it too late.

Regardless of whether Ding Jing did it on purpose or not, this account can only and must be placed on her head.

Ye Qingxing looked at the mother and daughter who were either in grief or anger, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, which was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.

She said gently and considerately: "Heal your wounds at ease. I'm on duty for the past few days. If you have something to do, just ring the bell, and the nurse will call me."

Zhao Ninghan didn't have the mood to worry about her, but after all, she was also her chief surgeon, and she said with a smile on her face, "Please trouble Dr. Ye."

"This is my duty as a doctor. Don't say thank you, Ms. Zhao."

Ye Qingxing left the ward, closed the door of the ward, and heard the heart-piercing cry from inside the door, her fingertips trembled slightly.

After this catastrophe, she didn't know whether to be happy or thankful.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qingxing returned to the office, and when she passed the nurse's desk, she asked the nurse on duty: "Xiaoxiao, where is the young girl who brought Miss Zhao here last night?"

Lu Xiaoxiao shook her head: "It should be gone. The more I think about it, the more familiar it becomes. Do you know who she is?"

A look of mysterious excitement.

Ye Qingxing's heart skipped a beat suddenly, could it be for a reason?

She asked calmly, "Can you be more famous than Miss Zhao?"

"It wasn't possible before, but it won't be possible in the future."

As Lu Xiaoxiao said, she took out her mobile phone and handed it to Ye Qingxing: "I know you don't have time to watch the Spring Festival Gala last night, but as long as you watch it, you must be deeply impressed by this person. She is now popular all over the Internet, and her popularity is no worse than that of Zhao Ninghan."

On the screen of the mobile phone was the girl who had a quick glimpse last night. Standing on the biggest stage, she was calm and calm, with a graceful voice, her eyes were like stars, and she was in full bloom. She was unforgettable and stunning.

After watching the show, Ye Qingxing frowned and said, "Ming Jing? So her name is Ming Jing."

"It's more than that. She is from Jiangzhou, a well-known Miss H Dao in the local area, but she is world-famous for her charity. Do you think it's amazing?"

When Ye Qingxing heard that she was from Jiangzhou, she let go of half of her heart.

The sky is high in Jiangzhou, the emperor is far away, and Jingzhou is full of dignitaries, which is really not enough to see.

She returned the phone to Lu Xiaoxiao: "He is a very good person, but unfortunately he has some conflicts with Ms. Zhao. If this news is leaked out, I am afraid that Ms. Zhao's fans will not be so friendly to her. Xiaoxiao, be careful, don't I slipped my mouth and brought unnecessary trouble to Miss Zhao and this little girl."

After saying that, he left the nurse's desk and returned to the office.

Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes rolled, and what Dr. Ye said reminded her that if the news was revealed to the marketing account, the whole Internet would definitely be blown up.

But in view of her professionalism, she still didn't dare to reveal the news. If Zhao Ninghan pursued it later, she couldn't bear to walk around.

But just holding it in like this is really going to suffocate people to death, it's like carrying a peerless treasure but not letting people see Zhuhui at all, it's really a pity.

After the Spring Festival Gala, apart from New Year's greetings, the whole network is now full of discussions about the hot spots of last night's show. The only two hot spots are Qu Feitai and Der Spiegel.

Needless to say, Qu Feitai, dressed in a cool red leather jacket, and his steady singing skills once again let people appreciate the demeanor of the little heavenly king.

Der Spiegel also took this stage to gain popularity.

Young people are amazed by their appearance. After all, young people nowadays are known as the Appearance Association. Such amazing beauty brings a glimmer of light to the gloomy entertainment industry.

However, the people captured by Ding Spiegel are mostly middle-aged and elderly people.

There is such an interesting post on a certain forum—the title is about how many old people like Der Spiegel.

As soon as the bright mirror appeared, my old grandmother, who had been eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha all the year round, knelt on the ground and asked the Bodhisattva to appear.

There have been over a thousand replies on the forum, all of which are ridicules with good intentions.

——My mother said that this girl has the appearance of a Buddha, and it is a pity that she does not become a monk. Then I checked it online, and it turns out that she was born in a Buddhist family. It is absolutely amazing.

——It's a pity to become a monk, such a beautiful face, at a young age, facing the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng for a lifetime, is simply a waste of money.

——The old man has a venomous vision, and he can see the Buddha image of Ming Jing at a glance. They all say that appearance comes from the heart. This is enough to show that Ming Jing is really a compassionate person, and no matter how good his acting skills are, it is impossible to deceive those who have experienced seniors.

——She and the little boy named Deng Yang really touched me. Everyone should learn from the mirror to do good and accumulate virtue.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked through the hot searches, and almost all the entertainment lists were dominated by Ding Spiegel and Qu Feitai.

At this time, someone in the girlfriends group bubbled up and sent a picture.

Lu Xiaoxiao clicked on it and saw that it was the photo of Ding Jing on the show.

——What brand is this skirt, @晓晓 aren’t you a fashionable Bai Xiaosheng? Check it out for me, I got the same item.

——emo... This skirt is good-looking, but it's also very picky. People wear it like a fairy descending to the world. If we wear it, it will be a dance master...

Lu Xiaoxiao almost burst out laughing, but it is true that this dress is as beautiful as it is beautiful. Only a tall figure and a cool temperament can wear it effectively. It is worn by ordinary people, let alone a great dancer, and it is almost as good as a throwing basin.

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back typing in the group—I saw a real person in the middle of the night last night, not to mention anything else, only she can wear this skirt with such an effect, ordinary people don't even think about it.

The group was silent for a while, and the frying pan exploded.