The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 82 Master (Part 1)

The so-called appearance is born from the heart. If you want to break this appearance, you must do good deeds from the heart to accumulate virtue and accumulate good karma.

"Master, can I practice with you in the future?"

"What are you going to fix?"

Jiao Mei said without thinking: "Cultivate Buddha."

"What is a Buddha?"

Jiao Mei frowned and thought: "The Buddha can make people forget all their troubles, and can take me to the Western Paradise."

Ming Jing shook his head: "That's an escape."

Jiao Mei asked: "Then how can we cultivate and reach the realm like a master."

"Practice with thoughts and thoughts, keep one mind undisturbed, keep precepts, do good deeds, make vows, and generate bodhicitta."

"Cultivation is not in the form, but in the heart, not in the old temples deep in the mountains, but in your current clothing, food, housing, transportation, meals, and life. There are Taoist places everywhere. Everyone is good knowledge. Avoid greed, anger, and ignorance, and see your nature clearly. , the pure land of the heart, the self-nature Amitabha."

The girl's quiet voice sounded quietly in the ward, as if it had an echo effect. After the voice fell for a long time, it seemed that the voice was still echoing in my ears.

And she herself stood there, tall and clean, with compassionate eyes, making it difficult to look directly at her.

Ming Jing walked out of the ward, Song Yinzhang looked at her, and almost didn't dare to talk to her, as if he really knew her only now.

"Master Zhu." Mrs. Li chased after her.

Ming Jing stopped, turned to look at her, and nodded slightly.

"Madam Li, I have returned to vulgarity, just call me Mingjing."

Mrs. Li said respectfully: "Even if you return to vulgarity, you can still be my master."

Ming Jing was not correcting her, but asked: "What is Madam looking for me?"

"I'm fine, but if I have any confusion about this in the future, can I ask the master to clarify my doubts?"

"Madam beat me to death."

"The master is too modest, so let's just say that, and I will definitely visit the master when I have time in the future."

Ming Jing nodded helplessly, and was about to leave when he looked up at Mrs. Li, "Madam is hungry and thirsty recently, urinating frequently?"

Madam Li was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, it may be that I have been too tired recently, just take a rest."

"Ma'am is in the hospital right now, let's go to the endocrinology department for early diagnosis and early treatment."

Nodding his head, he turned and left.

Madam Li stared at Ming Jing's back, and stood there for a long time, until there was no one in sight, then she reacted abruptly.

Master means I'm sick?

The ability of the master cannot be doubted.

But what is wrong with me?

Mrs. Li fell into hesitation and entanglement, fearing that some serious illness would be found out, so she fought hard and went to the endocrinology department.

The attending doctor was an old professor in his fifties. She asked her about her chief complaint. She mentioned some physical discomforts, and then ordered a lot of examinations for her to do. An hour later, she came back with the examination list.

The old professor glanced at each list, finally pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "It's lucky that you came early, otherwise you would have to take insulin if you were late."

Madam Li was stunned: "Insulin?"

The old professor glanced at her: "You don't know what disease you have, how could you come to the endocrinology department?"

Mrs. Li grasped his words and hurriedly asked: "What disease do I have?"

"Don't worry, diabetes. Diabetes is getting younger and younger. It's not unusual at your age. Fortunately, you came early. If you come later, you can check your blood sugar level. You can't do without insulin. How about it? I'll give you a prescription." You go back to take the medicine, and pay attention to your diet, don’t eat sweets, and test your blood sugar again after three days on an empty stomach.”

Mrs. Li grabbed the medicine and walked out of the outpatient building, and bowed to the sky: "Master, you are really amazing."

When Mrs. Li returned home, Li Qingyao saw that she was carrying large and small packages of medicine in her hand, and said in surprise: "Mom, didn't you go to the hospital to see Mrs. Song? Why did you bring so many medicines back?"

Madam Li rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, I went to see her today, otherwise I would be the one lying in the hospital bed tomorrow."

Mrs. Li told the ins and outs of Jiao Mei's injury, highlighting Zhu Mingjing's miraculousness, and enshrined her like a god in both words and deeds.

"Master Zhu, she knew that there was something wrong with my body just by looking at me, and she asked me to go to the endocrinology department. I thought she didn't frame me. Anyway, she was in the hospital. It would not take much effort to go for a checkup. I didn't expect I really found out the problem, diabetes, but the doctor said that fortunately, I found it early, and I can take medicine to control my blood sugar. If it is later, I will have to take insulin all the time. Who can stand two needles every day? I really want to thank you I wish Master, she is really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva."

Wish master? Zhu Mingjing?

The corner of Li Qingyao's mouth twitched.

She really couldn't associate Zhu Mingjing with the swindler.

As if seeing what she was thinking, Mrs. Li gave her a blank look: "You can't be disrespectful to the master, the gods and Buddhas are watching in the sky, and the anxious eyebrows are disrespectful to the master because they don't listen to the words of the master, there is really something wrong , you don't know how embarrassing she is when she is crying bitterly at Master Zhu."

Li Qingyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, I'm a top student who can get perfect marks in the Sizhe test. It's cultural dross to engage in this kind of feudal superstition. Please save yourself, but I didn't expect that she looks very gentle, and I didn't expect that she was a scumbag behind her back." Big fool, you really can't judge people by their appearances."

Mrs. Li slapped her on the back, and said in a deep voice: "Bah, bah, forget what you said just now, don't be disrespectful to Master Zhu."

Then put his hands together and bowed to the sky: "Master Zhu, my daughter didn't do it on purpose, don't blame her, she is still a child."

Li Qingyao secretly rolled her eyes.

"By the way, tomorrow you will come with me to see Master Zhu and see if you can get into the university you want this time."

Li Qingyao frowned: "Mom, you are going too far. How many points you get in the test is my own strength. Why do I ask others? I want you to go, I won't go."

"You child..."

At this time, the landline in the living room rang, and the nanny answered, "Ma'am, it's Mrs. Gao's call."

Madam Li walked over and picked up the phone, "Mrs. Gao, it's me."

"Mrs. Song, she's fine. She has some skin trauma. It'll be fine after a while. Well, okay, see you tomorrow."

Mrs. Li hung up the phone; "This Mrs. Gao invited me to have afternoon tea tomorrow afternoon. It seems that I don't have time tomorrow. I'll take you to Master Zhu when I have time."

These ladies have to get together every once in a while, what are they doing at the party? Comparing beauty, husband, child, and child's grades, there are many places to compare.

Therefore, every time she wants to have a party, she has to do her best to try not to be compared with other noble ladies. She will go for a maintenance and haircut tomorrow morning, and she has to call the designer to send her a new one. Clothes for the season to come.

"By the way, I forgot to ask if Madam Zhu was invited."

It is rumored that Lin Qing is going to divorce Zhu Wentao, so I guess he is not in the mood to attend such a party now.

Lin Qing did receive a call from Mrs. Gao. She was about to refuse, but suddenly thought that if she didn't show up, those people would probably say something even worse behind their backs. Escaping is not the solution to the problem. Only her glamorous appearance can slap her. To rot the mouths of those people, she has always held a sigh of relief in front of these noble ladies, and this breath is now held by Ming Jing for her.

Without a husband, I still have a daughter, and none of your daughters are as good as mine, and my old lady is still the cutest in the audience.

"Miss Xiangxiang, take a rest." In the garden, Uncle Wen looked at the girl in the straw hat and said distressedly.

"Uncle Wen, I'm fine, I'm not tired at all, as long as I work and stay at Zhu's house, I won't be tired no matter how much I work." Zhu Xiangxiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Uncle Wen, continue to teach me how to trim , I must study hard.”

Uncle Wen sighed: "Miss Xiangxiang, don't confront Miss Mingjing in the future, listen to her, and you will have a much better life in Zhujia."

Zhu Xiangxiang looked a little lonely: "I owe her so much, I am willing to do anything, but my father has raised me for so many years, I really can't bear to see my father being bullied by her, that is also her father, why is she so cruel .”

Uncle Wen thought that Zhu Wentao deserved it, and he felt sorry for Zhu Xiangxiang in his heart, but intellectually he knew that Ming Jing did nothing wrong, and even the old lady stood by Miss Ming Jing.

Uncle Wen glanced at Zhu Xiangxiang, was she really worried about Zhu Wentao?

In the past sixteen years, Madam has paid the most for her, and the relationship between mother and daughter is also the best. If she is really filial, she should understand how a filial daughter should face a cheating father, instead of pretending to be affectionate under the guise of helping the evildoers.

Uncle Wen sighed: "What about Madam?"

Zhu Xiangxiang's face froze.

Uncle Wen didn't say anything anymore: "Miss Xiangxiang, go and rest for a while, let me come."

Fortunately, Madam has loved her for sixteen years, and she really is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

Zhu Xiangxiang took off his straw hat and walked into the living room. Zhou's mother shouted in the kitchen: "Xiangxiang, come and help me choose dishes."

Zhu Xiangxiang's blood rushed to his forehead, this damn old woman really used her as a nanny.

Seeing that she was standing still, Zhou's mother curled her lips: "After all, it's Miss Zhu's family. My wife can't control her. It seems that I have to tell Miss Mingjing to hire another live-in nanny. My wife can't do it anymore."

This is threatening her with Zhu Mingjing.

Zhu Xiangxiang endured it and walked into the kitchen: "Mother Zhou, I'll help you. Mingjing is so busy, so don't try to beat her up."

Zhou's mother curled her lips and said in her heart, little girl, I can't cure you yet.

Zhu Xiangxiang has never worked in the kitchen before. She used to be a young lady who didn't touch the sun with her ten fingers.

"Oh my aunt, what dish did you choose, you threw away the essence, what shall we eat?" Mother Zhou was very speechless.

"I haven't learned it before, so it won't be normal." Zhu Xiangxiang said with an innocent face.

"If I teach, you should learn it seriously. As long as you are not a fool, you should be able to do it without teaching. This is a basic skill for life."

Zhu Xiangxiang's lips twitched, and he chose to endure.

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, dead old lady, just wait for me.

"Cut vegetables like this, hold the handle of the knife, neither too tight nor too loose, hold the vegetables with one hand, be careful not to cut your hand..."

"Here is the gas switch, to the right is a high fire, to the left is a small fire..."

"Turn on the fire, and when the water boils, put it in the pot and blanch it..."

"Do you understand?" Mother Zhou asked.

Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "Almost."

"Here, I'll give you the shovel, and I'll fry this dish for you."

Zhu Xiangxiang shook his head subconsciously, "I... can't."

"How can you know if you haven't done it? Hurry up, the time is almost up, Miss Madam is waiting for dinner, I will guide you by the side."

Zhu Xiangxiang wants to cry but has no tears, she has really become the old mother of Zhu's family.

Immediately afterwards, various screams came from the kitchen, with different frequencies and different decibels.

Mingchen and Mingti lay on the railing on the second floor and looked down, Mingchen covered his mouth and smiled, "She's too miserable."

Ming Ti snorted and said, "It deserves it. At such an age, I can't even cook. Unlike the second sister, she can learn everything very quickly."

"If I'm not mistaken, she might be our Second Senior Sister."

Ming Ti shuddered: "Forget it, such a Second Senior Sister has no luck, luckily I got the wrong hug."

"Xiangxiang, you can't do this trick. After you get married, your mother-in-law will pick you everywhere."

Zhu Xiangxiang said angrily: "Can I cook at the level of a five-star chef for the first time?"

"Okay, let's learn slowly."

Mama Zhou laughed.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't eat dinner, so he was full of gas.

Just as she was lying on the bed, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of that dead girl Ming Ti came from outside the door.

"Mother Zhou is looking for you."

Zhu Xiangxiang turned over under the blanket.

The girl kept knocking and knocking, "boom, boom, boom" like hitting a wall.

Zhu Xiangxiang lifted the quilt and rushed out, "What are you doing?"

Mingti was much shorter than her, but she didn't have stage fright at all. She kept her back straight, looked up at her, and said without changing expression: "Mother Zhou is looking for you."

Among the three little girls, Ming Ti is the one she hates the most, because Ming Ti is the most like a bright mirror.

He must be looking for her to work again, Zhu Xiangxiang didn't want to go, this girl stared at her with dark eyes, scarier than Zhu Mingjing, Zhu Xiangxiang said helplessly: "Okay, I'll go."

"Xiangxiang, take away these dinner plates with me." Mother Zhou ordered.

Looking at the leftovers on the dining table, Zhu Xiangxiang almost spat it out.

She is a dignified miss of the Zhu family, why should she do such a job as an old mother.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood in place, his chest heaving rapidly.

She looked at Lin Qing who was drinking tea in the living room, and called out aggrievedly: "Mom."

Lin Qing's face was a little haggard, and she glanced at her when she heard the words: "My mother raised you so tenderly that you never even touched a bowl, look at your hands, they are delicate and fair, they are the hands that play the violin, not those dirty and tiring jobs. of."

Zhu Xiangxiang's expression was a little moved. She remembered that when she was a child, she was very delicate, and Lin Qing would rely on her no matter what she did. She even enrolled her in violin classes in order to cultivate her celebrity temperament. In order to maintain her hands, Lin Qing bought fresh milk and used it every night. Come and soak her hands.

Zhu Xiangxiang's tears fell down "fluttering".

Seeing her like this, Lin Qing couldn't bear it in her heart, and was about to say forget it, when she saw Ming Jing walking down from the second floor, Lin Qing turned her head away.

"You haven't practiced the violin for a long time, and it has long been abandoned."

"Follow Mama Zhou and study hard. When your mother is gone, you won't be unable to take care of yourself. You can support yourself at least."

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw Ming Jing, he turned around quickly, wiped away his tears and walked over while enduring his nausea while clearing away the dinner plate.

At this time, Uncle Wen walked in and said, "Madam, Designer Dai is here to deliver clothes."

Lin Qing nodded: "Please come in."

Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned, what did Lin Qing do with the clothes sent? Is there any important party recently?

Dai Qian is a cutting-edge designer in China. After returning from studying abroad, she created her own clothing brand Xiyueer. Because she often cooperates with celebrities and her bold and novel designs are popular with actresses, she soon became famous in China. Her atelier seldom accepts foreign orders now, but because Lin Qing gave her a lot of support in the early days of her business, she is grateful, so Zhu Xiangxiang and Lin Qing's clothing has always been taken care of by her atelier.

The last time it was her assistant who came to deliver dresses to Zhu Xiangxiang and Zhu Mingjing, she was watching a show abroad, and after returning home, her assistant told her about the different treatment of the two real and fake daughters of the Zhu family at the Zhu family. Lin Qing has a lot of friendship, he can even be said to be a close friend, and has always wanted to come and see it, but in recent months, it has been a big show abroad, and he really can't get away, which is why it has been delayed for so long.

"I haven't seen you for more than four months. You, a big designer, are really busy."

"Ma'am, don't say that. I'm really busy these days, otherwise I would have come to see you long ago. This is Miss Mingjing. It's just as rumored."

Dai Qian looked at the girl standing beside Lin Qing, and couldn't help saying in amazement.

She is used to seeing actresses in the entertainment industry. They are fat, swallows and thin, and each has its own merits. Her vision has long been raised. Ordinary beauties can't catch her eyes, but this girl has left her for a long time and made her feel deeply amazed. .

"What do the rumors say? Why don't I know?"

Dai Qian smiled and said: "It is said in Jiangzhou that the real daughter of the Zhu family is as beautiful as a fairy, and has a compassionate heart. You wish your wife good luck."

Lin Qing smiled with satisfaction.

"This is the clothes for you and Miss Mingjing. It's definitely the first dress of the season. I'll bring it to you first." Dai Qian put two beautifully packaged large boxes on the table.

Dai Qian said to Ming Jing, "Shall I take Miss Ming Jing to try on clothes first?"

Lin Qing nodded and said to Ming Jing, "Go."

Dai Qian picked up the top box and was about to go upstairs with the mirror when she turned her eyes and met Zhu Xiangxiang's.

I saw Zhu Xiangxiang's messy hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, an apron tied around his waist, and he was pushing a small cart full of greasy and messy dinner plates.

Is this still the proud and dignified No. 1 lady? This is a young nanny, especially with that face full of bitterness and hatred...

Daisy could hardly recognize it.

When Zhu Xiangxiang saw her, he was overjoyed at first, as if seeing a relative, he glanced at Zhu Mingjing next to him, seemed to be very afraid, quickly lowered his head, pushed the dining car past them in a lonely way, and walked into the kitchen .

This series of expressive transitions takes place in a split second with an amazing fluidity.

Dai Qian raised her eyebrows, smelling gossip, but the melons in this wealthy family are not something you can eat casually.

Before Dai Qian went upstairs, she looked back at Lin Qing who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and then looked in the direction of the kitchen.

The water in this wealthy family is too deep.

Look at the girl walking in front again, her back is slender and tall, her back is straight and straight, she hasn't said a word since she came in, but at this moment she feels extremely unfathomable.

The fitting went smoothly without any modification.

"Miss Zhu has a standard nine-headed figure, with right-angled shoulders and wrists past the crotch. With such a figure, she looks good in everything she wears. Besides, Miss Zhu is only sixteen years old, and she can continue to grow. If you don't Miss, I have to recruit you to be a model in my studio."

I don't know how to get this figure, but she even saw the vest line.

Young, beautiful, good figure, good family background and smart, Dai Qian looked at her and understood what is the chosen one.

God's favoritism makes no sense.

Ming Jing changed into home clothes, "Is Aunt Dai and my mother good friends?"

This was the first sentence Dai Qian heard from her. The voice was pleasant, and she said with a smile: "I have been friends with your mother for more than ten years. Your mother helped me a lot when I started my business. The studio still has her stake."

"So it turns out that Auntie Dai should have cooperated with many celebrities when she opened her studio."

Dai Qian smiled and said: "It's not bad, I can't even drink my saliva when I'm so busy. I just came back from abroad and received a big order. I'm flying to Kyoto tomorrow to make costume arrangements for the big star Qu Feitai's concert." .”

Ming Jing frowned, she seemed to hear this name a lot recently.

"Do you know Qu Feitai? Many girls like him now, and his popularity is extremely high. Jiangzhou will have his concert next month. Do you want a ticket? I can get you a VIP position through internal channels. You You can take your friends with you."

Ming Jing smiled: "Thank you, Aunt Dai, but my friend and I have already bought tickets."

"Ah? You really like Qu Feitai." Dai Qian was a little surprised. Ming Jing is the kind of girl who looks sober and restrained. It's hard to imagine that she also pursues stars.

Ming Jing smiled: "A friend of mine is his fan, I just accompany her."

It turned out to be like this, "I have collaborated with Qu Feitai twice, he is very handsome and talented, he is a qualified idol, it is not a loss to invest in shares."

As a fan of Qu Feitai's mother, Dai Qian never misses any opportunity that An Lier throws at her.

For example, for Qu Feitai's costume coordinator for this concert, several studios were competing. Among the proposals, only her proposal made Qu Feitai the most satisfied, because she knew Qu Feitai best and designed the proposal. It completely hit Qu Feitai's little thought.

"Every idol who can make fans obsessed must have his shining point."

"You're right, but he's different from other idols, you'll know when you get to know him slowly."

"Ding Spiegel, can I add you on WeChat? In the future, when my studio releases new styles for the season, I will be the first to send them over to you."

A perfect clothes rack like Der Spiegel is the best publicity.

Ming Jing readily agreed, and the two added WeChat.

When she came downstairs, Lin Qing had already tried on the clothes. For so many years, Dai Qian knew her measurements like the back of her hand, so she basically couldn't make mistakes.

Lin Qing was unwell, and Ming Jing sent Dai Qian out.

The next morning, Lin Qing and Ming Jing put on new clothes and went downstairs. Zhu Xiangxiang looked up at the glamorous two, feeling sad and sour in his heart.

"Mom, are you going to the party?"

Lin Qing stroked her hair on her temples and nodded: "Mrs. Gao organized a game, and we haven't had a reunion for a long time."

She looked at the bright mirror standing beside Lin Qing, and the sour water in her heart was about to come out.

In the past, she accompanied Lin Qing to participate, but now it has been replaced by Ming Jing, and she has to work at home.

Lin Qing left with a bright mirror, and Zhu Xiangxiang stared at the backs of the two with dark eyes.

In the kitchen, Zhou's mother shouted: "Xiangxiang, what are you in a daze for, come quickly and pull out the shrimp thread."

Zhu Xiangxiang stood still.

Mother Zhou glanced at her and said with a smile: "Madam and Miss have gone far away, it's useless to look again, it will only make myself more uncomfortable."

Zhu Xiangxiang took off the apron and threw it on the ground, and ran upstairs.

Zhou's mother shouted: "Xiangxiang, what are you doing?"

Standing on the second floor, Zhu Xiangxiang shouted towards the downstairs; "I am Miss Zhu, why do you order me around? You are just an old mother, don't use chicken feathers as arrows."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face suddenly turned pale, and the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

At the door of the bedroom, Grandma Zhu was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her coldly.

Zhu Xiangxiang turned around and ran into the room, crying on the bed.

Mother Zhou came out rubbing her hands, and said carefully: "It's Miss Zhu's family after all, is it going too far?"

Grandma Zhu snorted coldly: "Dou Mien is promoted to Mi Qiu, if you don't give her some trouble, she will treat you as a fool."

Mother Zhou nodded: "Miss Ming Jing is still considerate."

When Ming Jing was mentioned, Grandma Zhu's expression eased: "Did she go out with Lin Qing?"

"Yes, Madam took Miss to Mrs. Gao's party."

I wish grandma a long-lost smile on her face.