From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 681: 351 Weeping Blood (Nine More)_2

“Impossible.” Zhu Xiangxiang shouted, “How could you let Ming Jing pretend to be you and come back? Is there anyone in this world who would rather endure hardships in a nunnery than return to a wealthy family and be their daughter? This simply doesn’t make sense. You must’ve been deceived by her and intentionally said this in order to reduce her guilt.”

What Zhu Xiangxiang said made sense. Ming Xin didn’t look like a fool. How could she give up being the daughter of a wealthy family and choose to stay deep in the mountains, eating only vegetarian food and chanting scriptures?

It didn’t make logical sense.

Ming Xin sighed, and her expression showed a trace of sadness: “Two winters ago, Master couldn’t make it through and left us forever. I was so heartbroken that I became seriously ill. My junior sister tended to me day and night, even risking her life to collect medicine for me from the back mountains. Fortunately, Buddha protected her, but my illness was still incurable. Then a stranger came to the nunnery. My junior sister was clever and quickly discovered that this person was a detective sent by the Zhus. She told me what she had learned, urging me to go back to the Zhus, so that my illness might be cured.”

Ming Xin’s expressions and tone were very moving, making everyone feel as if they were there, witnessing the loving sisters. They couldn’t help but become emotional as tears filled their eyes.

“But I knew my days were numbered and didn’t want to go back to my family, making my parents and relatives experience the grief of an elder burying a younger. In their eyes, that’d be a huge blow. The only thing I couldn’t let go of were my junior sisters. I wanted to make arrangements for their future so even without me, they could have a place to live in this world, have families and friends, and live a normal life. So, I had a daring idea of letting my junior sister, Ming Jing, return to the Zhus in my stead, to repay my parents’ kindness. I trusted her deeply as she was the closest person to me in this world. Besides, I believed that my never-met parents would also love her. She’s gorgeous and intelligent; no one could dislike her. With this, my parents would have a daughter, my junior sister would have a family, and my younger sisters would have someone to rely on. I could then leave this world with no worries.”

As Ming Xin spoke, tears streamed down her face, and the people at the scene were soon crying openly.

“I shared this idea with my junior sister, but she firmly disagreed and even scolded me for my wild thoughts. It was only after my desperate pleas and even threats to kill myself that she reluctantly obliged. In order to keep this secret buried forever, I decided to leave this world with it, but my illness suddenly improved after my junior sister left. I later learned that she had found, in ancient scriptures, Buddhism’s sacred treasure — the Vajra Bell, which could save my life. However, this sacred treasure is Hanshan Temple’s guardian treasure and wouldn’t be easily loaned to her. Thinking this was an impossible task, she even left a challenge in attempts to make her back down and hand-copy all eighty volumes of the Avatamsaka Sutra in just twenty days, 144,000 verses in total. However, her perseverance and determination impressed Hanshan Temple’s Master Jue Ming, and he agreed to lend her the Vajra Bell. It must’ve been her sincerity that moved Buddha, who graced me with renewed health.”

After listening to Ming Xin’s words, there was silence on the scene for a long time.

“I remember last year, when Ming Jing was recording a variety show, she went to Hanshan Temple with the crew. In the afternoon, while everyone else left, she stayed behind and disappeared for twenty days. It turns out she stayed in the temple to hand-copy the Buddhist scriptures, writing over a hundred and forty-four thousand words in twenty days? Who can do that?”

There was silence again.

No one could do it. It was almost an impossible task for anyone.

“I remember now, it’s true. It turns out that Ming Jing saved Ming Xin. What a feat, no one else can achieve this kind of heroic deed.”

A clear and resonant voice rose above all the noise, “I saw it with my own eyes. Day after day, she tirelessly transcribed the Buddhist scriptures. Her devotion can be seen from heaven and earth.”

Everyone looked at Qu Feitai, who was present at the scene, confirming that Ming Xin was telling the truth.

“Master Liu Jingyun, is that right?” Qu Feitai looked towards Liu Jingyun in the crowd.

A slim and gentle youth stepped out and put his palms together, “Sisters Ming Jing and Ming Xin have kind hearts and good deeds, they’re not afraid of difficulties to save each other. Their sincere actions have moved our Master and even Buddha. This is the good karma they sowed and the good fruit they reaped.”