From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Nameless and unaffiliated, just an ordinary person from the countryside.”

Master Jue Ming said, “The Vajra Bell is a treasure of our monastery and cannot be given away casually. However, both you and her are predestined with Buddha. In this case, if you can pass my test, I will lend it to you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

As the sun rose high in the sky and Ming Jing still hadn’t returned, everyone went to the dining hall to taste the monastery’s vegetarian dishes. The vegetarian dishes at Hanshan Temple were quite famous, with many people traveling long distances just to taste them.

Qu Feitai found Jing Feng and asked, “Little Master, can you take me to find Ming Jing?

Jing Feng shook his head, “I’m sorry, benefactor.”

Qu Feitai frowned and turned his head, only to find that Ye Zhen had disappeared.

Ever since Ye Zhen arrived at the temple, she felt uneasy. She subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist and eventually found Jing Yun. She walked over and asked, “Master Jing Yun, is Ming Jing inside?”

At that moment, the door opened and a kind-looking old man walked out. Ye Zhen bowed immediately, “Greetings, Master.”

The Master stood on the steps, glanced at her from a distance, and said, “Benefactor, your life was destined to end, but a noble person helped you extend your life.”

Ye Zhen was shocked, truly living up to the reputation of a high monk.

Ye Zhen said respectfully, “Please enlighten me, Master.”

“Follow the path of goodness, and karma will take care of itself.” As the words fell, he walked away, leaving Ye Zhen with the image of his immortal and distinguished figure.

Ye Zhen muttered these eight words and took them as guidance.

She peeked into the meditation room and saw a slender figure with a straight back, as if writing something, holding a brush and writing tirelessly.

Jing Yun closed the door of the meditation room, completely blocking Ming Jing from view.

Ye Zhen sat down in the viewing area under the eaves, recalling Master Jue Ming’s words.

Her benefactor, Ming Jing, and following the path of goodness meant for her to do more good deeds…

Qu Feitai walked west from the Sutra Palace and passed the main hall. A kind-looking old man walked towards him, and the passing monks all bowed respectfully, some calling him “Master” and others “Uncle Master.”

In an instant, Qu Feitai realized that this must be the renowned Master Jue Ming.

Master Jue Ming noticed him, looked puzzled, and furrowed his brow.

The disciples had never seen their Master like this and couldn’t help but follow his gaze to see a tall, handsome young man standing in the sunshine not far away. Although he was born with a good appearance, these superficial aspects were meaningless to monks who had renounced worldly concerns.

Master Jue Ming said indifferently, “Go.”

The disciples dispersed upon hearing this.

Master Jue Ming approached Qu Feitai, who nodded and tried to walk past him. “Why does seeing me make you feel afraid, benefactor?”

Qu Feitai paused his steps, “Master must be joking, I’m in a hurry to find someone.”

“Bodiesie has no tree, Ming Jing is not a platform either. The master who defied the heavens to change your fate has already passed away, hasn’t he?”

Any method to defy the heavens and change fate goes against the natural order.

Qu Feitai clenched his fists, didn’t turn his head, and coldly asked, “What do you mean, Master?”

“It’s not easy to defy the heavens and change your fate. You should treasure this opportunity. Only by letting go of your obsessions can you be at ease, otherwise, your heart will die and your body will be destroyed, never to be revived again.”

“Heh…” The young man sneered.

“Defying the heavens and changing fate, never to come back… I only know that, for the people and things I want, I have to fight hard for them.”

With that, he left without any hesitation.

Master Jue Ming stood still and watched the young man’s retreating figure, shaking his head.

“The cycle of karma, the entanglement of sin…”

As their visit to the temple came to an end and everyone was about to leave, the director looked worried.

Ming Jing left in the morning and hadn’t returned. At lunchtime, Qu Feitai disappeared as well.

He couldn’t help but scold the two cameramen who were following them. The angry cameramen felt wronged because the two guests didn’t follow the script at all. They didn’t come to film a variety show; they came to travel and do as they pleased.

Ming Jing’s assistant came over and told the director that Ming Jing had left due to an urgent matter.

The director cursed loudly, thinking this newcomer was too arrogant to leave without any notice.

Soon after, Qu Feitai’s assistant also informed them that he had left to catch a flight.

The director: … There’s a saying I’m not sure if I should use.

Although they were supposed to leave after the recording on this trip was over, leaving so suddenly without any proper farewells seemed a bit too much.

Han Ying sighed, “I didn’t even say goodbye to Ming Jing. I added her on WeChat, but she hasn’t accepted yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to see her again.”

On the way down the mountain, Han Ying’s mood was somewhat low.

Zhao Xinrong exclaimed, “You added her on WeChat? I completely forgot, what a miscalculation.”

Zou Jingyu looked at the sunset on the horizon and laughed, “We’ll meet again if it’s meant to be.”

Xiao Wenwen secretly rolled her eyes, glad that the annoying lotus had finally left, making even the air feel more refreshing.

From sunset till the moon was high, a faint yellow light emitted from the meditation room. A slender silhouette was cast on the window, head slightly lowered and back straight as a stick.

The door to the meditation room opened with a “creak” from the outside, and Jing Yun entered with a tray of porridge and small dishes.

He looked up and saw the girl holding a brush and writing gracefully on rice paper.

Jing Yun was astonished to see the thick stack of sutras on the table, which she hadn’t glanced at from beginning to end.

The Avatamsaka Sutra in the monastery was translated during the reign of Empress Wu of the Tang Dynasty, with eighty volumes and 45,000 verses, thirty-two characters in each, totaling 144,000 characters. The task their master had given the girl—to copy the entire sutra by hand—seemed like an impossible task, perhaps meant to make her back down.

However, after ten hours, she had never complained of exhaustion, writing tirelessly. It was an incredible display of patience and willpower. It seemed more like she was writing from memory rather than copying.

Jing Yun marveled at her.

Under the lamplight, the girl had relaxed eyebrows and long, thick lashes resting on her eyelids. Her pure and flawless skin was as pristine as a snow lotus on an icy mountain, and her gaze was calm and determined. No matter what hardships were ahead, they couldn’t crush her will.

Her skirt spread out, and the silver lotus seemed to have absorbed the essence of Buddhism, being clear and unstained by dust.

The evening bell rang in the monastery, breaking the tranquility; the girl remained focused, not lifting her head..