From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 474: 221 Refining Heart (Fifth Watch)_2

Chapter 474: 221 Refining Heart (Fifth Watch)_2

A gust of wind blew from an unknown source, stirring up dust that blinded the eyes.

Li Shi squinted his eyes, and in just a fleeting moment, when he opened them again, the teen’s figure had vanished into the vast night.

Li Shi’s heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He must have seen a ghost!

Ming Jing closed the door, her body suddenly swaying, her back leaning tightly against the door.

She had drunk the tea, never expecting Gu Qingshan would dare to poison her with a hallucinogenic drug.

She couldn’t reveal her vulnerability in front of Ran Tengxiao, so she forced herself to maintain composure. The cut on her leg was already troubling her, but she thankfully managed to hold on until she got home.

Han Suwen, hearing the noise, put on her clothes and came out. Seeing Ming Jing, she exclaimed, “Miss, what’s wrong with you?”

“Miss, let me help you to your room first, okay?”

“No need.” Ming Jing brushed away Han Suwen’s helping hand and, step by step, made her way upstairs.

After taking a cold shower, Ming Jing felt much better.

She had taken an antidote at the hospital, which was supposed to counteract the hallucinogen, but the drug was so potent that the antidote barely worked. Ming Jing had been relying on her strong willpower to resist its effects.

Now, without facing anyone, Ming Jing no longer needed to maintain her composure.

She collapsed on the bed, her veins bulging on the back of her hands and neck, her entire body curled up. Soft moans escaped her lips.

“Form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form.”

Ming Jing climbed up, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and muttered some words.

“Form itself is emptiness, emptiness itself is form…”

“Perception… thoughts… actions… consciousness are also like this.”

“Buddha, this disciple knows her mistake.” Under the lamplight, the young girl’s face was pale, and cold sweat rolled down her delicate forehead.

Her facial expression seemed to be struggling, trapped in a painful memory that she wanted to detach from. She wanted to forget, yet an invisible hand tightly grasped her, dragging her into the bottomless abyss.

“A Yu… A Yu…” A gentle call came from the distant memory, stirring her soul.

Who was calling her?

No, she wasn’t A Yu. She was Ming Jing, Ming Jing of the Jiyue Temple.

The young girl shook her head desperately, “Leave… leave, get out of my world.”

“The human body is hard to obtain, and the Buddha’s teachings are difficult to hear. If this body is not liberated in this life, in which life will it be liberated?” She recited with difficulty.

“I am not A Yu. I am Ming Jing…”

The young girl lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a hazy gaze. “‘Emotions’ are illusory, not real, born out of sentient beings’ karmic energy…”

So it is said that what is near is dear, what is far is indifferent; when gained, there is joy; when lost, there is sorrow.

If something is good to me, I like it; if it is bad to me, I despise it. What benefits me is good, and what harms me is evil. Therefore, the birth of emotions is illusory!

Never have there been gains or losses.

Unknown origins, no destinations…

The young girl murmured and fell asleep.

Han Suwen entered the room and saw the girl lying in bed, soaked in sweat. Startled, she hurriedly brought ginger soup over.

“Miss?”

Ming Jing was unconscious; her wet hair plastered to her forehead, her delicate face sickly pale and vulnerable.

To her, Miss had always been gentle and strong, seemingly unaffected by the world’s hardships. All difficulties were dissolved with her composed smile.

In her heart, Miss could do anything.

But right now, she saw the young girl lying weak on the bed, her expression seemingly struggling in pain, her heart clenched.

It turned out that Miss was just an ordinary girl.

She could feel pain, get sick, and be sad…

Han Suwen reached out to feel Ming Jing’s forehead, which seemed somewhat feverish.

Han Suwen hurriedly wrapped an ice pack in a towel and placed it on Ming Jing’s forehead.

Ming Jing walked into a void filled with golden light, so bright that it was almost impossible to open her eyes.

In the golden light, Buddha appeared solemn and majestic, showing compassion for all beings.

“Buddha, please enlighten your disciple.”

“All things are subject to reincarnation, cause and effect, and have their fate; being attached to the heartless is just attachment.”

“In the secular arena and trials of the world, only by breaking through the word ’emotion’ can one escape the cycle of reincarnation, achieve liberation, and finally attain Bodhi.”

“All forms are illusory; if one sees all forms as non-forms, one sees the Tathagata.”

“Amitofo.”

Ming Jing slowly opened her eyes, and Han Suwen had fallen asleep at the bedside.

The soft morning sunlight at six o’clock was gently blowing the gauze curtain with a light breeze.

Ming Jing was startled for a moment. Han Suwen woke up rubbing her eyes and, upon seeing Ming Jing, immediately asked, “Miss, do you still feel discomfort anywhere on your body? You had a fever last night and scared me to death.”

“Thanks to Wenwen’s care, I’m fine now.” Ming Jing got out of bed. Although her face was still pale, she was no longer seriously ill.

After tidying up, Ming Jing took her packed luggage and went downstairs for breakfast.

Ming Chen and Ming Ti knew she was going to Jiangzhou today and obediently sat at the dining table, waiting for her early in the morning.

Ming Ti frowned and looked at Ming Jing, “Second sister, are you sick?”

Ming Jing shook her head, “I’ll be away for a week. You two listen to Wenwen while I’m gone.”

They obediently nodded their heads.

Ming Jing carried her luggage and walked out of the door. Qu Feitai was leaning by the window lost in thought, with earphones dangling from his ears. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately straightened up.

Ming Jing looked at the young man standing in the morning light and was startled for a moment.

The youth stepped through the sunlight covering the floor, walked over, casually took the luggage from Ming Jing’s hand, and said lightly, “Let’s go.”

Ming Jing looked at him, “Did you eat breakfast?”

Qu Feitai was taken aback and shook his head.

Ming Jing turned and went back inside, returning with a food box containing two red bean buns, a boiled egg, and a bottle of warm milk.

Qu Feitai was even more stunned. A small head peeked out from behind the door, and Ming Chen smiled and said, “Brother Qu, good luck.”

Qu Feitai glanced at the breakfast in his hand, then at Ming Jing who had already entered the elevator. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he walked in.

This feeling of being friends made him more comfortable and relaxed.

Anyway, Ming Jing didn’t like him and wouldn’t like anyone else.

He had nothing to worry about; there was plenty of time in this life.

Taking a bite of the red bean bun, Qu Feitai’s eyes narrowed into a sweet smile. It was the most delicious red bean bun he had ever had in his life.

Du Ze drove them to the airport, reporting on the recent situation of the Zhu Group to Ming Jing on the way.

Meanwhile, a Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance of the airport. The driver hurriedly opened the door, attracting the attention of passers-by who were curious to see the wealthy young lady alighting from the car.

A petite and exquisite young girl stepped out of the car, exuding an aura of wealth from her head-to-toe luxury accessories. The girl, wearing sunglasses, looked up at the impressive airport building and said with a click of her tongue, “This is the first time I’ve been on such a long trip from childhood to adulthood.”

Her nanny, Xiao Fang, carried two large suitcases behind her and laughed, “Thanks to Miss’s fortune, I can also visit Jingzhou.”

Madam was worried that her daughter would not be able to take care of herself, so she specifically sent Xiao Fang along.

Liu Muxue murmured, “I’m leaving; with nobody bothering him anymore, he should be very happy. Maybe he’s even celebrating with champagne at home now.”

Xiao Fang kept silent about this.

Ming Jing saw Liu Muxue’s figure from a distance as she walked into the airport lobby. She took her luggage from Qu Feitai, “Your identity isn’t convenient. Let’s go in separately.”

Qu Feitai nodded, “Alright, see you in Jingzhou. If you encounter any difficulties, remember to call me. Jingzhou is my territory.”

The young man smiled proudly, exuding confidence and vigor under the sunlight.

Ming Jing pursed her lips and turned to leave.