The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

When his aunt had an accident, he was still very young, but after years of intermittent investigations, he has basically figured out who killed his aunt.

He was greatly surprised by a play he heard impromptu tonight.

It turned out that there was something else hidden, and the murderer behind it turned out to be Wang Fangfei.

It just seemed that there was a hidden hand behind Wang Fangfei.

"The person in the photo just now, can you tell me who it is?"

Zhou Zhaohui knew that his words were very abrupt, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, Wang Fangfei deserved to die, but that person deserved to die even more.

He must avenge his aunt.

Ming Jing looked at the young man in front of him, saw the strong hatred in his eyes, and shook his head: "If you seek revenge from her, then her descendants will seek revenge from you, and this cycle goes on and on, when will the hatred stop? "

"But my aunt was treated so cruelly, and her life was completely ruined. How can the perpetrators get away with it?"

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and she will have retribution."

"Will there really be retribution for the bad guys?" Zhou Zhaohui murmured, isn't this sentence a self-deception?

Ming Jing looked at him seriously: "Do you believe me?"

Zhou Zhaohui was almost addicted to those beautiful eyes. If it was a dream, he would rather sleep forever than wake up.

"I... I believe it."

As the cold wind blew past, Zhou Zhaohui shivered and woke up suddenly.

There was no one around, only the intermittent noise from the reception not far away.

Touching his head, Zhou Zhaohui thought to himself, I hope there will be retribution for good and evil.

——

Tonight's reception, except for Wang Fangfei's episode, was quite successful.

The whole of Nanzhou knew that the heir of the Jiang family was Jiang Heng's son, a young talent who was born out of blue and better than blue, a young man who was about to win the hearts of all the ladies in Nanzhou again.

After the reception, Jiang Jinchen arranged the finishing matters and sent the exhausted Mrs. Jiang back to Jiang's house.

As soon as she entered Jiang's house, Xiao Hua came over and said, "Old Madam, Young Master Jiang, Miss, please come over."

The two looked at each other. Although Mrs. Jiang was very tired, if Ming Jing didn't have something important to do, she wouldn't bother the two of them at such a late hour. Follow Xiao Hua into the guest house.

This is a small yard with three guest rooms. Several pomegranate trees are planted in the yard. The pomegranate trees have grown very tall, covering the hazy moonlight, adding a bit of poetry.

In the middle of the guest room at this moment, the dim light of the fire was flickering and reflected on the doors and windows. It was inexplicably a little gloomy. I don't know if it was the cold night. Mrs. Jiang suddenly felt a layer of chill crawling along the texture of her skin and filling every pore. .

It wasn't a light, it was candlelight.

Jiang Jinchen helped Mrs. Jiang up the stairs: "Be careful."

At this moment, the door of the closed room suddenly opened, but there was no one standing inside the door.

Mrs. Jiang subconsciously grasped Jiang Jinchen's arm. Jiang Jinchen pursed her lips, stared at the flickering candlelight on the floor in the threshold, and said calmly, "Grandma, don't be afraid. Mingjing must have something important to look for us."

Xiao Hua backed out silently and closed the door of the courtyard.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Jinchen helped the old lady step into the threshold.

A wisp of fragrance strikes, the first smell is sweet, and then the bitterness is tasted, just like the tastes of life.

Under the flickering candlelight, by the table, sat a slender girl in black. The dim yellow candlelight shone on the bloodless skin, adding a bit of warmth.

"You are here."

The girl raised her slender jade fingers, and a wisp of faint blue flame was burning in her palm.

Jiang Jinchen and Mrs. Jiang were startled at the same time watching this scene, but they were able to hold their breath so that they would not lose their composure due to fright.

Under the reflection of the faint blue flame, the girl's brows had an unreasonable sense of compassion and beauty, which was so sacred that people couldn't look directly at it.

Jiang Jinchen stared, his nails dug into his palm unconsciously.

"Twenty years ago, Jiang Heng died tragically in Jiangzhou for no reason. His body was buried in the ground, and his soul was reincarnated. However, Jiang Chunlan couldn't accept Jiang Heng's death. She was obsessed with it, and found a wild Taoist priest to gather her soul together. Jiang Heng's soul, after five years, finally made her do it."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes widened as she listened, and even Jiang Jinchen couldn't control her excitement.

Only the girl sitting under the candlelight, from the beginning to the end, narrated a story like someone else's in an extremely calm tone.

"This method is vicious and against the way of heaven. Even if Jiang Heng is resurrected, there will be no afterlife. Jiang Chunlan's obsession with it alone has caused countless people to fall into a place of eternal doom, and they will be condemned by heaven."

As the ending sound landed, Jiang Jinchen's body swayed and his eyes were in a trance.

It turned out that his mother kept so many secrets from him.

Mrs. Jiang suddenly looked at Lan Huo in Ming Jing's palm, her lips trembling, and her eyes were full of excitement: "Could this be...?"

"I am saved by Buddhism, today is the last time limit, maybe you are destined to meet again in the dark, before the sandalwood burns out, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't let the boundless hatred spread. "

Ming Jing's slender fingers lightly curled up, and the faint blue flame burned more intensely at her fingertips.

Suddenly, the candlelight "cracked" and jumped, like a long sigh, which traveled through a long time and sounded heavily.

Ming Jing left the room, and the door of the room behind her was closed in response. She stood under the eaves, looking up at the sky.

Clouds covered the moonlight, and the earth was plunged into endless darkness.

There was a wooden door behind him, and the saddest cry in the world came.

It is a pleasant surprise to find it after losing it, but it is about to face eternal farewell again, and it will enter reincarnation and never see each other again.

This is the greatest helplessness in the world.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, parting from love, not getting what you want, not letting go, these are the eight sufferings in life.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The wind blew up the girl's skirt, and the silver lotus pattern looked like moonlight.

——

Early the next morning, at dawn, Ming Jing walked out of Mrs. Jiang's room.

After untying her knot, Mrs. Jiang fell into a deep sleep.

The sky was blue, it was not yet dawn, and the air was humid. The eyelashes and shoulders of the young man standing under the pomegranate tree had already been covered with mist.

Seeing Ming Jing, he immediately took a step forward, walked closer, and subconsciously took a step back.

This step will be an eternal moat.

"Mingjing, thank you."

There are thousands of words in the five words, thank you so much.

What he owed her has long been repaid in this life, if there is an afterlife...

How dare he pray for the afterlife, only wishing for this life...

"There's no need to say thank you between you and me."

"Ming Jing, I know that you are going to Nanxi to look for my mother, can I go with you, I want to bring her back, no matter what, this matter must have a result, I am her son , no one knows her better than me."

Ming Jing thought for a while: "Okay, take good care of Jiang's family these days. Before I leave, I will let you know that you are ready."

Before the sun came out, Ming Jing left Jiang's house.

Jiang Jinchen stood in the courtyard, looking at the direction Ming Jing left, and stood there for a long, long time.

Then he turned around and walked step by step in the established direction.

Walk towards his own path and shoulder his responsibilities.

He knew that from now on, his life with Ming Jing would be like this, completely different from each other.

That being the case, why bother to be persistent.

Like a mother, she ends up harming others and herself.

The sand in the hand, the moon in the water, the tighter you grasp, the faster you will lose it.

What should be let go, let it go.