From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 322

Chapter 322: 146 Life and Death (Second Update)_2

Translator: 549690339

“Before, I felt so uncomfortable, with cold hands and feet, and I had nightmares at night. But ever since you gave me the Buddhist beads, I haven’t had any nightmares, and my body has felt much better, as if….” Ye Zhen paused, as if it were her own body.

But saying this would probably not make Ming Jing happy.

“The soul being detached for too long is not good for both of you.”

Ye Zhen pursed her lips and cautiously asked, “Ming Jing, can your senior… come back?”

This concerned her future, and she looked at Ming Jing expectantly after speaking.

Ming Jing glanced at the horizon, where the crimson glow was like a fully-bloomed Manjusaka, enchantingly beautiful to the extreme.

It devoured life as if it were a blooming life.

All things in the world have always been interdependent and complementary, as inside and outside of one another.

Just as life and death, and good and evil are.

“Do you want my senior to come back?” Ming Jing asked indifferently.

Ye Zhen was stunned; this was a heart-piercing question.

After a long time, she slowly said, “I don’t know…”.

Ming Jing glanced at her: “You are very honest, it’s human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death. But the most terrifying thing in this world is not the dead, but the human heart… If you haven’t done anything wrong in your life, you don’t need to fear death, and there won’t be a single mark about you in the Judge’s book of trials.”

Ye Zhen felt a creepy sensation while listening to the indifferent voice of the girl.

“After death… will people really go to hell?”

“Six realms of reincarnation, the cycle of birth and death, the Five Precepts and Ten Virtues, rebirth in the Pure Land, the Ten Evils and Five Unnatural Deaths, and Avici. ”

Accompanied by the cool breeze of summer evenings, the ethereal voice of the girl drifted over, leaving Ye Zhen momentarily lost. When she looked up, there was no one around and Ming Jing’s indifferent figure was gradually moving away in the sunset. The rays of the setting sun sprinkled on her body, glittering with specks of golden light.

Ye Zhen shivered, and hurried to catch up.

Ming Jing entered the small courtyard; the sky was getting darker. The two lanterns hanging under the eave of the courtyard swung in the night breeze, emitting a warm red glow.

Several people sat under the eaves and chatted without noticing Ming Jing’s approach.

“It’s such a pity, she was so young. When she came last season, I saw that she was so well-behaved and sensible, she had been helping me with work. She was a good child, how could she be gone just like that?” Zou Jingyu, always a rational and restrained person, couldn’t help but grieve when talking about the deceased.

“Sigh, who could tell that the child had depression? Such a promising future, it’s really a pity…” Zhao Xinrong lamented.

“Sister Yanran… I acted in a TV drama with her when I was young, I played her younger brother, and she took care of me. I still remember her patting my head, saying I was so cute, and wishing I could really be her younger brother…” Han Ying said, wiping away tears.

“I grew up watching Sister Yanran’s dramas, she was my goddess, I never thought she’d have such a short life… Sigh.” Xiao Wenwen squeezed out two fake tears in a showy manner.

Only Qu Feitai was silent, as if he and the others were not in the same picture.

Ye Zhen, who was following behind Ming Jing, had her face slightly changed and clenched her fists tightly.

It was quite an interesting feeling to hear others talk about her death, while she was standing right in front of them.

The shadow of death that had enveloped her heart came back once more.

She was really dead.

Although Ming Jing called her Ye Zhen, she would not forget that this body belonged to Ming Xin.

Ming Jing loved her senior so much that one day, the real Ming Xin would come back.

At that time, there would be no place for her in this world.For a moment, Ye Zhen was engulfed in boundless sorrow, and she could hardly suppress her emotions. Her eyes reddened quickly.

Lu Xinyu thought she was just a fan of Liang Yanran and pulled her aside, “Don’t block the camera. What are you crying for? She’s dead, but she has nothing to do with you. You’re really emotionally invested. I tell you she deserved to die.”

Lu Xinyu glanced around and lowered her voice, “I have some insider information. I heard that Liang Yanran was drugged to death, not suicide. Her agent said it was depression to save her reputation. Depression is so fashionable. You see, as soon as it’s mentioned, everyone sympathizes with her. In no time, she’ll become everyone’s moon goddess.”

As soon as Lu Xinyu finished speaking, the girl in front of her looked up abruptly, her eyes fixed on her.

Lu Xinyu was startled, her hair standing on end, “Why are you looking at me with such eyes? A reporter from the TV station had been following Liang Yanran for a long time. He was outside her villa the night she died. Xue An lied to the media. He actually arrived early but staged a show with the agent to hide the news of Liang Yanran’s drug death. After all, it’s a matter of life and death. The reporter dared not expose it, but it spread throughout our TV station. Liang Yanran appeared so noble in public, but who knew she was such a rotten person in private? You can’t judge a book by its cover.”

Lu Xinyu’s words were like a dagger plunging into Ye Zhen’s heart. She suddenly stepped back, and Lu Xinyu quickly supported her. Seeing her pale face and dazed eyes, Lu Xinyu couldn’t help but shake her head.

“She really let Xue An down, just a scumbag woman. Xue An treated her so well, even after her death he remained loyal. She owes Xue An so much that she can never repay him in the next life. Do you still think it’s worth being sad for a woman like this?”

Ye Zhen gave a bitter laugh, uglier than crying.

Drugged? How could she not know that she was drugged? People were still pouring dirty water on her after she died. It was simply abominable.

Ye Zhen was now certain that her death was not an accident but a conspiracy.

After the initial shock, Ye Zhen swiftly calmed down, “So she’s really that kind of person? It’s a good thing the reporter knew the truth, or the public would be deceived. I need to thank this reporter.”

“Haha, he’s just a paparazzi from the entertainment channel. I don’t know if he got frightened this time, but he’s become a bit neurotic. Oh, by the way, he used to be a fan of Liang Yanran and became a paparazzi because of her. Maybe he was scared by his goddess’s true face, tsk tsk… ”

Lu Xinyu suddenly felt a cold wind and couldn’t help but hug her arms, thus missing the coldness in the girl’s eyes.

Ming Jing heard their conversation and raised her eyebrows, glancing at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen looked up at Ming Jing, and somehow, her overwhelming anger faded under Ming Jing’s gaze.

She unconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist. They were warm and seemed to carry Ming Jing’s body temperature, making her feel comfortable and secure.

She forced a pale smile, as if to say, I’m fine.

Ming Jing walked into the courtyard.

Her arrival ended everyone’s grief, and the melancholic atmosphere dissolved into the tranquil night.

“Ming Jing, you’re finally back!” Han Ying jumped excitedly.

He was now Ming Jing’s biggest fan, his eyes always filled with enthusiasm and admiration when looking at her.

Qu Feitai sat under the eaves, looking up at her quietly, the red light above his head giving his face a gentle, tender hue.

Ming Jing nodded, her gaze sweeping across everyone’s faces, saying softly, “Everything has a birth, dwelling, change, and end, and everyone must face birth, aging, illness, and death. If you don’t know life, how can you know death? Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, who’s to say it’s not a

blessing?

As her words left everyone puzzled, Ming Jing went into the room.

Ye Zhen understood that Ming Jing’s words were meant for her.

Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, who’s to say it’s not a blessing? Ye Zhen pondered the words, her eyes gradually becoming determined.

Zou Jingyu stared, then turned abruptly to look at Ming Jing’s retreating figure.

As the girl ascended the stairs, her figure elegant and ethereal in the dim light, she exuded an air of a reclusive sage. To sum up a person’s life in two words:

Let go.

Let go of fame and fortune, let go of attachments, let go of life and death.

It seems simple, but letting go is not as easy as it sounds, and few can truly grasp the meaning of these two words throughout their lives.

“If you don’t know life, how can you know death…” Zou Jingyu murmured, suddenly laughing..