From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Another memorable event happened last winter.

At that time, Master Wu Xin’s health was failing, and she could barely make it through the winter. The villagers from the foot of the mountain came to visit upon hearing the news. Most of them advised Ming Xin and Ming Jing to bring Master Wu Xin down the mountain to the big hospital for treatment, thinking that there might still be hope for recovery.

But Master Wu Xin refused, stating frankly that her end was near.

At that time, the five sister disciples were kneeling at the bedside. Ming Xin and the three junior sisters cried their eyes out, whereas Ming Jing didn’t shed a tear and stayed calm throughout.

When Master Wu Xin suddenly passed away, Ming Xin fainted from grief while Ming Jing calmly left the meditation room to prepare for the funeral rites.

A villager who was helping Ming Jing couldn’t help but ask, “Your Master has passed away, aren’t you sad?”

After all, Master Wu Xin had raised her, and the favor of raising someone is even greater than the grace of life itself.

The villager vividly remembered how the young girl’s face contained a shocking indifference. As if death was just an everyday occurrence to her.

“Birth is the commencement of death, death is the conclusion of life.”

She is still so young. Even though she has been cultivating Buddhism and has an indifferent temperament, she is still a child. The villager felt that this child was not normal, almost too cold-hearted.

Three months later, a private detective came to Jiyue Temple. The investigation led them to Ming Jing and Ming Xin. But at the time, Ming Xin was extremely ill due to grief about her Master’s departure, and confined herself in her room all day. The one who received the private detective was Ming Jing.

The detective didn’t disclose their purpose at first, only stating that they were a pilgrim who admired the temple and wanted to stay for a few days. During his stay, he observed in secret. Ming Xin was bedridden due to her illness. The thing that puzzled him most was Ming Jing’s age. Even the villagers couldn’t provide an explanation and the three junior disciples claimed not to know either.

Both Ming Xin and Ming Jing might be the legitimate heiress. To be on the safer side, he went through a lot of trouble to collect samples of their hair for DNA identification. In the end, the results showed that Ming Jing was the actual heiress of the Zhu family. Considering that Ming Xin was bedridden and unable to get up, and Ming Jing herself appeared to have more of an aristocratic air, he, therefore, announced the investigation results.o

After receiving the results of the investigation, Lin Qing didn’t pay much attention to the details. She just looked at the DNA identification report, and then was ordered by the old lady to bring Ming Jing back.

The report did not mention that Jing had ever been formally educated, implying that Ming Jing had never received nine years of compulsory education.

After reading it, Zhu Xiangxiang felt complicated, “It seems Ming Jing truly is a genius.”

Vet T Iin Oing had a chill in her heart- She had underestimated her daughter-

Upon the death of her Master, who had raised her for more than ten years, as important as a biological mother, she did not shed a tear.

How severe must her cold-bloodedness be, that she could fell no compassion toward her biological mother who hadn’t raised her?

While they were talking, Ming Jing walked in.

Without thinking, Lin Qing folded the documents and shoved them into a gap in the sofa and coldly watched Ming Jing enter.

Zhu Xiangxiang initially congratulated Ming Jing for acing the mock test, then mentioned Madam Jiang’s invitation for her to attend a weekend tea party. Ming Jing gave a lukewarm response and bypassed them both to go upstairs.

“Look at her attitude! No manners at all. What can I expect from her in the future?” Lin Qing was furious.

“Mom, Ming Jing has been practicing Buddhism since childhood, she isn’t like ordinary people. Please don’t have such high expectations for her.”

“I have high expectations for her? I’m her mother. She doesn’t even have basic manners.”

“Ming Jing just came back, she’s not used to it yet. Give her some time.”

A car stopped in the village below Baitou Mountain.

Uncle Wen and the driver got out of the car, each carrying numerous gifts, ready to climb the mountain.

Seeing the towering Baitou Mountain in front of him, Uncle Wen’s legs went weak.

Not familiar with the mountain path, he found a guide in town. When the guide heard that he was going to Jiyue Temple, he immediately led the way enthusiastically.

Along the way, the leading villager tried indirectly to find out Uncle Wen’s identity. Uncle Wen also wanted to learn more about Ming Jing’s past, so he explained his purpose.

“So, you are the family of Sister Ming Jing. Is Sister Ming Jing doing well since she went back? We were all happy for her when we learned that she had found her biological parents.”

“Sister Ming Jing is really a good person. Although she is young, she is very wise. Last year my son had an accident in the big city and became a vegetable. I came to the temple to pray, and Sister Ming Jing gave me guidance, told me to do more good deeds, and gave me a talisman. Don’t doubt it, it really is magical, my son woke up not long after I returned home.”

Uncle Wen thought it was just a coincidence. There couldn’t be such a miraculous thing.

After a long climb, they finally saw the gate of Jiyue Temple, nestled amongst ancient woods, the ruined ancient gate has a charm of eternity.

Uncle Wen walked up and knocked on the door, and after waiting for a long time, the door creaked open a crack, revealing a small head.

It was a little girl about five or six years old, with rosy lips and white teeth. A pair of big eyes darting around, watching the people in front of her warily.

Uncle Wen bent down and said gently, “Hello little Master, I was sent by your elder sister Ming Jing to bring you gifts, can I come in?”

Hearing the name Ming Jing, the little girl immediately brightened, hopped down, and took hold of Uncle Wen’s sleeve, “Where is second elder sister? Did she come back?” She looked behind Uncle Wen as she said.

Uncle Wen smiled and said, “Your second elder sister is too busy studying and didn’t have time to come back, so she sent me.”

The sparkle in the little girl’s eyes dimmed immediately, and she hung her head in disappointment.

Uncle Wen shook the gifts, “Look, these are all gifts your second elder sister bought for you.”

The little girl looked at it lightly, showing no joy at receiving gifts.

Uncle Wen marvelled to himself, she really is like Ms. Ming Jing.

“You can come in.” The little girl turned around and struggled to open the heavy temple door. The driver instantly put down the gifts and went to help.

The little girl turned and ran into the temple, her clear voice echoing throughout the ancient temple and woods, startling countless birds.

“Third elder sister, fourth elder sister, come out quickly, our second elder sister has sent us gifts!”