The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

March 5, 2028 in the Chinese calendar.

Guyun City, which has been cold and silent for many months, finally ushered in a warm breath.

On the blue sea level, a ray of red light broke through the pitch-black sky, and the red sun slowly rose at the end of the sky, bringing long-lost light to this desolate land.

The morning light falls on the sea surface, and the ripples rippling with silver phosphorescence, like countless diamonds spreading on the endless sea surface, the picture is beautiful and shocking.

The once biting cold wind is now blowing on the face, like a lover's gentle touch, it is so nostalgic and warm.

The early morning sunshine also carried a little warmth, selflessly sprinkled on every happy face, illuminating the endless piety in the bottom of the eyes.

This day is a day that the people of Shendu Kingdom will never forget, and it is also a historic day for Shendu Kingdom.

Because their saint will come to the Kingdom of God on this day. She is a gift from heaven and has the purest soul in the world. She will protect the people and protect the country from disasters.

All the people spontaneously went to the central square as early as three days ago to sing praises for the coming of the saint. They kept chanting hymns, and thousands of voices rang out between the heaven and the earth. Such a shock is enough to regret Mountains and seas.

What Shen Xiangxiang saw was such a scene, even more shocking and spectacular than the day the crown prince was canonized.

"What... what is this for?"

"The saint is coming, do you know what this means?"

Shen Xiangxiang shook his head and said with emotion: "This trip is really worthwhile."

Xu Zumiao hooked her lips, her eyes were cold and mocking.

"She will replace the prestige of the Holy Lord and become the future queen. Here, if she wins the hearts of the people, she can override the kingship."

Shen Xiangxiang has already figured out the mechanism of this country. The most powerful person is not the king, nor the crown prince, but the so-called holy master. Deposing the crown prince is just a word from him.

As soon as he heard that the saint would be more powerful than the Holy Master, Shen Xiangxiang couldn't help but envy in his eyes: "This saint's life is really good. If you don't do anything, you will have everything."

"You are so naive." Xu Zumiao sneered and shook his head.

"You brought me here, not just to see the saintess, right?"

Shen Xiangxiang is too impulsive, she is not stupid, she will die in a foreign country if she doesn't pay attention.

Xu Zumiao was definitely not that kind in saving her.

"The so-called saint is just a cover, I think you should also understand, so why can't you do this saint?"

Shen Xiangxiang laughed: "Miss Xu, what joke are you kidding? Then what kind of Holy Master doesn't know me at all, I want to be one, and people look down on me."

"You don't know the people here." Xu Zumiao hooked his lips.

"They hate being fooled, let alone Crown Prince Sangluo?"

Xu Zumiao smiled and patted Shen Xiangxiang on the shoulder: "You have become a wanted criminal, and Jiangzhou probably won't let you go back. You should think about how you should go in the future."

Turn around and leave.

Shen Xiangxiang was caught in the crowd, looking at the devout-looking people around him, and his eyes fell on the high platform in the distance, accepting the worship of the people, what kind of picture should that be.

Just thinking about it, Shen Xiangxiang's mind was agitated and he couldn't restrain himself.

Thinking about the heroic appearance of the crown prince I saw not long ago, I am afraid that no woman in the world can resist such a temptation.

She already has nothing, so she has no fear of losing.

Shen Xiangxiang's eyes were gradually stained with madness.

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When the sunset was ten minutes away, finally the first spring thunder sounded.

The sky is rumbling and thundering, the sky is red and glowing, a silver-white lightning splits the dark red sky, the waves are rolling, like the roar of a giant beast, the sky and the earth are flickering, and the wind is whistling. sign.

On the square, the people gathered together uneasy, and the uneasiness quickly spread.

In fact, such weather happens in March every year, but this year, for some reason, the people are extremely panicked.

"The saint is coming, and the disaster is gone."

A calm voice suddenly sounded, piercing through the howling wind and rain, and fell clearly in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Four silver-armored guards came slowly carrying a chariot, and the crowd automatically gave way.

The chariot was surrounded by white gauze, and the wind blew the gauze curtain, and a slender figure was looming.

The lightning and thunder in the sky continued, and the strong wind and waves almost blurred people's eyes, but the mysterious figure on the chariot seemed to have a calming effect. Everyone watched the chariot go away blankly, and followed the hazy figure involuntarily back.

This is really a too weird and beautiful picture, for a moment it is hard to tell whether it is a dream or reality.

A flash of silver lightning struck down, illuminating the resolute face of the silver-armored guard walking in front of the chariot.

He was actually the leader of the Qinglong of the Silver Armored Guards.

And the other three silver-armored guards carrying the chariot are Suzaku White Tiger and Xuanwu Three Chiefs. Such honors are unprecedented except for the Holy Master.

Then the mysterious person on the chariot is the rumored saint.

Everyone knelt down and bowed to the mountain.

The silver armored guard lifted the chariot to the high platform, and then slowly put it down.

"She is a fake, she is not a saint at all, don't be deceived by them." A sudden voice broke in, shocking everyone.

A young woman came out from the crowd and quickly rushed up to the high platform. The guards around the high platform were about to take her down immediately. The woman took out a dagger and pointed it at her neck, with an awe-inspiring look on her face.

"Aren't you afraid of thunder when you deceive and fool the people? Even if I risk my life today, I will expose your hypocritical masks."

As soon as the words fell, a deafening thunder rumbled, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

Qinglong waved his hand, signaling the imperial army to retreat: "Let her continue."

There was commotion in the crowd.

The woman turned around and faced countless people, and said with the loudest voice in her life: "Don't be deceived by them, this is not a saint at all, she is a fake, she is a means of fooling you, believe me, there will be no such thing in this world. There is a saint."

This woman is not proficient in Shendu dialect, but it does not prevent everyone from understanding it.

A huge controversy erupted among the common people, and various expressions appeared on their faces, ranging from confusion, shock, and anger of being deceived.

"What evidence do you have to prove that the saint is a fake, why do you slander the saint?" Some people asked her angrily.

"Yeah, why do you question the saint." More and more people chose to believe in their faith.

"Because it is not God who can protect you, but yourselves. Your thoughts have been paralyzed. I know it will take time to wake up, but you can't continue to make mistakes like this."

The woman persuaded her earnestly, but she suddenly turned around and pointed at the hazy figure behind the gauze curtain.

"Can she ward off disasters? Can she get rid of diseases? It's ridiculous. She's just a tool to fool you. You foolishly believe it. I feel really sad for you."

Rolling thunder came one after another, and the world was pitch black and desolate, only occasionally a flash of lightning strikes to glimpse a glimmer of light.

Shen Xiangxiang turned his head and looked at the Yinjiawei proudly.

A month ago, it was these silver armored guards who trampled her dignity to the ground, and today she wants to take revenge strongly.

These people dare not kill her. Everyone knows that the Holy Master has a kind heart and will not kill people at will. If she dies today, the people will doubt them and never trust them again. The prestige of the saint will plummet. They will not take that risk.

As we all know, the Crown Prince is supported by the Holy Lord, and the appearance of the Holy Maiden is more like a tool for the Holy Lord to contain the Crown Prince.

The two parties may not be as peaceful as they seem on the surface, they only need to tear open a hole, and those seeds of doubt are like infected viruses, and they will eventually collapse.

Today she bravely stood up to resolve the impasse for the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince will definitely remember her. She is not the people whose spirits have been deeply paralyzed. She is a woman of the new era.

A confident smile appeared on Shen Xiangxiang's face, so what about the saint, she exposed the mask of hypocrisy, she was just a pathetic tool.

I don't know if the crown prince understands her painstaking efforts?

"Saints are a gift from the gods, how can you slander them at will?" A clear voice broke through the air, dispelling the misty wind and smoke, and a gentle and slender man walked over.

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The people became excited.

Shen Xiangxiang looked at the man who was coming, his eyes were full of bewildered amazement.

But she quickly sobered up: "His Royal Highness, please believe me. If she is really a saint, then how can this weird celestial phenomenon be explained? I think it is almost a monster. Your Royal Highness, please don't be deceived by her. "

"Why don't we make a bet, if she is really a saint, then she must have the energy to ward off disasters, if she can't stop the thunder after counting three times, then she doesn't have the ability of a saint, she is a Liar, otherwise I will admit that she is a saint."

Prince Sangluo raised his eyebrows, and said the coldest words in a gentle voice: "Who do you think you are? Huh?"

The slightly hooked ending sound is very bewitching, but it implies a chilling majesty.

Shen Xiangxiang's calves trembled, but she endured it, and she faced the people under the high platform: "Don't you want to know? Is the saint a gift from the gods, or is she a liar?"

The people hesitated.

Shen Xiangxiang walked towards the chariot step by step, with the gauze curtain fluttering, a slender figure loomed indistinctly.

"I'd like to see how shameful it is to pack yourself so tightly."

Xuanwu was about to step forward to stop him, but Suzaku stopped him with a look.

Shen Xiangxiang rushed over, and suddenly opened the gauze curtain. Inside was a young girl in white clothes, with a white veil on her face, her eyes slightly closed, and she was peaceful and strange.

Just at this moment, a silvery white lightning struck down, and a beam of light illuminated the woman's eyes.

It was at this moment that the woman's eyes slowly opened.

The fireworks exploded in Shen Xiangxiang's mind, and an unbelievable thought came to his mind.

The lightning also illuminated her face, which was almost distorted and hideous because of the shock.

She subconsciously reached out to grab the veil on the girl's face, but the girl easily grabbed her wrist.

The coldness of the tentacles made Shen Xiangxiang's whole body tremble, and every hair on his body almost stood upright.

"You... who are you?" Her voice was too hoarse, with a bit of stubborn paleness.

"Shen Xiangxiang, long time no see."

It was an ethereal and somewhat illusory voice, Qinglong and Suzaku were all stunned, they didn't expect her to wake up.

Shen Xiangxiang's pupils shrank suddenly due to the huge shock, and she roared in disbelief: "Why did you appear here?

Her limited brain really couldn't explain the scene in front of her.

The person she hated the most in this life stood on the opposite side of her once again, and was about to become a role she could not afford.

At this moment, Shen Xiangxiang's eyes erupted with mad hatred, she gritted her teeth and said, "Why do you linger?"

The girl waved her hand, and Shen Xiangxiang was thrown to the ground by a huge force, in a panic.

Her lofty demeanor deeply stimulated Shen Xiangxiang, and the strong sense of humiliation almost overwhelmed her like a sea wave.

The common people saw that the girl in white waved her hand lightly among the flying gauze curtains, and the arrogant woman just now was thrown out. This scene fell in everyone's eyes, and they felt it was inconceivable.

The girl walked out slowly from the chariot, and in an instant, the sky thunder was hidden, the clouds receded, the wind cleared and the fog disappeared, and the sky and the earth were clear.

Behind the girl, there is a large expanse of red-orange clouds, which almost dyed the entire sky red. The girl standing on the high platform is wearing a long white dress, which is spotless, and her face is blurred by the veil. Those pitch-black eyes are like the purest colored glaze in the world, and no brilliance in this world can take away half of the brilliance.

The red glow reflected on the girl's skirt, it was the most beautiful color in the world.

The people stared blankly at the girl on the high platform, and their thousands of words turned into a ray of pious excitement in their eyes.

If it is said that the Holy Lord is a cold and charming king who makes them submit.

Then the girl on the high platform is a holy god who makes them truly believe in.

No need for any words, she stands there, is the home of faith.

Sang Luo smiled and looked at the girl in white who was close at hand, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Baihu had already looked straight ahead, he never thought that there would be such a magnificent woman in this world, where did the Holy Master find such a talent, she didn't need to speak at all, she just stood there, she was the Holy Maiden.

Baihu is a smart man, he is too aware of the means of the Holy Master, what the girl said is reasonable in a certain way, but at the moment he is the same as the people below.

I really feel that in this world, there really are saints.

"Mingjing...you will be punished for deceiving the world." Shen Xiangxiang shouted in a broken voice.

Her world view has completely collapsed, but a liar is worshiped by everyone, the world must be crazy.

This cognition made Shen Xiangxiang extremely desperate.

Under the red glow, her face was more terrifying than a ghost, but the people below couldn't understand her words at all, they only thought she was an unreasonable lunatic, and looked at her with angry and contemptuous eyes.

"As she wishes."

Under the veil, the girl's eyes are as calm as an ancient well that has been around for thousands of years, looking at the countless people under the high platform calmly.

——

The gate of the holy temple opened slowly, and on both sides of the central avenue, red lights lit up one after another, extending into the dark distance.

The girl in white calmly walked into the gate of the holy temple and walked on the wide avenue.

The surroundings were almost eerily quiet.

The four leaders of Qinglong Suzaku fell far behind. At this moment, they already sensed the danger.

None of the four spoke, and remained silent in a tacit understanding.

This is Ming Jing's second time stepping into this hall, the first time, she didn't dare to look at it, but this time, she could clearly see the thick and colorful murals on the wall.

There was the sound of bead curtains rattling behind him. Ming Jing didn't turn his head, but looked at the murals on the wall. The faint voice floated in the empty hall.

"A happy ending, but no one cares about the lives lost in the catastrophe under the wrath of the mother. Under the light of God, they appear so humble and insignificant."

"Every life that comes to this world has experienced countless tribulations, but is easily deprived of the right to survive. She may be a great mother, but she is a failed god."

"I'm sorry." A woman's gentle voice came from behind.

"Did you know? When a person's ambition starts to swell, it's like a drug addiction, and you can't quit it anymore. You have become the Holy Master, and you already have everything, but you still want more. Desires are hard to fill."

"Nannah..." It was a voice full of longing and guilt, and it finally yelled out after more than ten years.

"From Jiangzhou to Nanxi Island, and then to Guyun City, you have been planning for so long, just to call me a baby girl?"

Ming Jing turned around slowly, looking at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes.

After taking off the gorgeous golden robe, the woman is wearing a soft and loose white long dress, with long black hair flowing down her shoulders, that is really a very beautiful face. young girl.

The woman's skin is as white as fine snow, and her curved willow eyebrows are sentimental and melancholy.

However, there are too many vicissitudes and stories buried in those beautiful eyes.

She looks weak like a willow swaying in the spring breeze, but in that fragile and beautiful skin, a resolute soul is shaking, restless, and struggling in pain.

This is a familiar face. A long, long time ago, the memory of Ding Jing began to blur. After pushing away the noisy dust and fog, in the passing time, at that turbulent station, she saw a woman with flowers under the hood. The pale face.

At that time, she probably would never have thought that the pity she felt in an instant would bear good fruits for her in the dark.

The chances of life are so wonderful.

In this world, everyone can blame her, but she is not qualified.

The light in his eyes changed in an instant, Ming Jing sighed softly, walked over and hugged her actively.

She was much thinner than imagined, and Ming Jing touched the protruding butterfly bone on her back.

And who knew that the aloof Holy Lord was tossing and turning day and night, tortured by longing.

The woman stood there dumbfounded. After a long, long time, she finally stretched out her trembling hands and hugged Ming Jing tightly, as solemnly as holding a lost and recovered treasure.

"I didn't mean to deceive you, I just don't know how to face you."

Fate has never been kind to her, stepping on the thorns, stepping on the tip of the knife, she swallowed all the blood and tears, how difficult it is to come to this day, no tear has witnessed her fragility.

But at this moment, in front of the people who are connected with her flesh and blood, she finally shed tears.

"Ninny, my daughter..."

Ding Jing is really insensitive to feelings. She used to think that she was born without this string. Later, she thought about this problem very seriously. The identity of an orphan and the dangerous environment even make survival difficult. It is even more of a luxury.

But she is not an emotional disorder patient, she does not have a physical disease, when she becomes dependent on Nighthawk, she mistakenly thinks it is love, so when she experiences betrayal, she will be extremely painful.

After several years of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha's life, the pain in her heart was soothed, and the hatred was eliminated. She was relieved and let go, and she finally understood that it was not love at all.

Master and sisters and sisters are her family, she loves them and will do everything to protect them, but she knows deep down that it is different.

Later, she returned to Bo's house, and she had a family, but she still had a wandering feeling that her soul had nowhere to go.

Until this moment, she finally understood.

Life is long, she has traveled thousands of miles, and her final destination is just such an embrace.

The fates of the two are so similar, they are finally restrained by the first line of blood, and meet in a sea of ​​thousands of people.

It is mother and daughter, but also each other's salvation.

Originally, he came here to inquire about the crime, but he was no match for the suppression of the blood and the attraction of the soul.

They are all miserable women, she understands her, and in the end they will become each other's salvation.