From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 337: 154 Going Viral (Second Update)_2

Hu Xiangyue looked at Jing Yun’s retreating figure, suddenly feeling much taller and more resolute.

If Master Jing Yun hadn’t become a monk, there would surely be many women who liked him, and her own granddaughter…

Tsk, what was she thinking?

Hu Xiangyue immediately put her hands together and bowed in the direction of the Mahavira Hall: “Buddha, please forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend….”

Hu Xiangyue looked at the young girl inside the room, who was diligently copying the scripture, and sighed with emotion: “Ms. Zhu really lives up to her reputation….”

“Following the flow of life and death, entering the great river of love.

“The difficulty in liberating from life and death lies in love itself; sentient beings are always lost and unable to turn back due to their unbroken attachment to love. Only when the river of love dries up can they attain liberation.”

Hu Xiangyue exclaimed: “Ms. Zhu is truly copying the scriptures with all her heart, and I believe that after this, her cultivation will surely improve.” It was ten days later when Ming Jing left the mountain.

The sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was soft.

Jing Feng personally saw her off down the mountain, and behind the gate, there were many heads peeking out, secretly watching her.

After spending twenty days in the monastery, she had become a famous figure.

Twenty days spent hand copying eighty volumes of the Avatamsaka Sutra, her efforts earned her the approval of her master, who said: The mind is without attachment, and both ability and place are absent.

Not being attached to appearance, one could already be said to have entered the realm of the three wheels’ essential emptiness; what level of cultivation was required for this?

Although they did not cling to appearance, the pursuit of beauty was human nature. Entering the gate of emptiness did not mean abandoning natural desires, especially for the young monks who had just entered Buddhism.

Not-yet-seniors longingly looked at the fluttering figure clad in white

“Master Jing Feng, Master Jing Yun has not been seen these past few days. Is he in seclusion?” Ming Jing asked.

Jing Feng said: “Senior Sister, our eldest senior brother has gone down the mountain. ”

“He went down the mountain for a wandering journey?”

Jing Feng shook his head, but did not say more.

Ming Jing did not dig deeper, and went down the mountain with Ye Zhen.

“Master Ming Jing, wait for me.” Hu Xiangyue chased after them.

Ming Jing stopped and looked back.

Hu Xiangyue, panting, said: “Is Master Ming Jing heading back to Jiangzhou?” Ming Jing nodded.

Hu Xiangyue wiped the sweat from her forehead: “That’s perfect, I’m going the same way as Master Ming Jing. Could you give me a ride with the wind?”

There was no way a young lady of the Zhus would travel without luxury vehicles.

Ming Jing nodded her head: “Master Hu, please come with me.”

Hu Xiangyue was overjoyed and immediately followed Ming Jing down the mountain.

Jing Feng looked into the distance, watching several voices fading along the mountain road, then turned back to the monastery. Turning around, he saw several heads hiding behind the door and couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh: “If Master knew, he would not spare you.”

“Second Senior Brother, when will Senior Sister Ming Jing come back?” “I don’t know.”

“Why did our eldest senior brother go down the mountain? Did he go on a wandering journey?”

“Have you forgotten? Two years ago, our eldest senior brother’s grandmother was seriously ill, and his parents came to the monastery to ask him to go home once, but he refused. Our eldest senior brother must have gone home now, perhaps something big has happened there.”

“What, our eldest senior brother has a family?” A newly arrived junior monk asked in surprise.

Most of the monastery’s disciples were orphans. In order to pass on the Buddha’s teachings and train excellent disciples, a monk who received guests would go to the orphanage once a year to select children with wisdom roots. After gaining their consent, the children would have their heads shaved to become monks. These disciples had no parents and no worries, making them suitable for practicing Buddhism.

But a monk like the eldest senior brother who had a family was rare.

Nowadays, which parents would be willing to let their children become monks?

Upon hearing Ying Zhen’s words, everyone was surprised.

Jing Feng glanced at Jing Zhen and said coldly: “Jing Zhen, be cautious in your words.”

Jing Zhen stuck out his tongue.

After Jing Feng left, a group of junior monks surrounded Jing Zhen, all chattering to inquire about their eldest senior brother. In their hearts, the eldest senior brother was sacred and inviolable, the direction they aspired to reach.

Jing Zhen whispered: “You must not tell anyone that I told you, if the brothers in the disciplinary hall find out, they will definitely punish me.”

“We swear not to tell, don’t worry Jing Zhen senior brother.”

Jing Zhen coughed and immediately a junior monk rushed to bring him water; as he rubbed his legs, another junior monk brought him a stool.

Only then did Jing Zhen leisurely say: “In Yunzhou City, there was a family named Li. The loving couple had a son and a daughter who were smart and lively. The son, in particular, was a well-known prodigy. The family led a happy and blissful life. However, when the prodigy reached the age of ten, a sudden change occurred in the family….”