From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 521
Chapter 521: 243 Ajang (late night update)_2
So someone went to ask the Buddha, what was the reason for it? Why did one cow take the lives of three men in such a short time?
The Buddha answered: The retribution for sins has a cause and cannot be explained by the events of this life. In a past life, there were three merchants who stayed at the home of an old woman during their journey. Seeing that the old woman was helpless and alone, they planned to evade paying for their room and board. They all claimed they had already paid, and no matter how the old woman presented evidence, they insisted they had paid. The old woman was furious and said: I’m so poor, and you still try to deceive me! I swear! If I encounter you in my next life, I will not rest until I have killed you!
That old woman in the past is now the cow in this life, and those three merchants are the three people killed by the cow.”
Ming Jing’s words fell, and there was silence in the room for a long time.
“All beings in the world of illusion turn with their respective karmas, and their causes, conditions, and retributions cannot be escaped.”
Ye Zhen pondered for a while, “So I owed him from my past life? This is my retribution?”
“But I’m not living in the past or the future, I’m living in the present, at this moment.” Ye Zhen said decisively.
“Maybe I don’t have the roots of the Buddha, but I only know one thing, if someone owes me, I must get it back, and live this life flamboyantly and without regret, regardless of the past life or the next life. But don’t worry, I won’t be impulsive, and I won’t cause any trouble for Ming Xin.” Ye Zhen said.
She was already a dead person. The fact that she could be alive now was already a mercy from the heavens. She would have no regrets once she had avenged this grievance.
Ming Jing looked at her and slowly smiled.
Ye Zhen was confused: “Why are you laughing?”
Ming Jing shook her head with a smile, “It’s nothing. You’re doing well. Buddhism teaches people to put down their butcher knives and become a Buddha on the spot. But when the wicked put down their knives and become a Buddha, what about the killed? Do they deserve to die? Buddha seeks rebirth, using a lifetime of bitter cultivation to gain a life of good fortune. Yet, every bite of food you eat, every cloud you see, every breath you take, is for this moment.”
Ming Jing raised her hand to touch the corner of the room, where the lush and vibrant green vines grew. Her slender, jade-like fingers set off the white snow and green as fei.
The mix of snow and fei colors created a more beautiful hue than the rarest jade.
“What a beautiful life…”
After a day of rain, the sky cleared up in the evening, with a fiery cloud appearing at the horizon. The vibrant red, like a burst of life, burned intensely.
“Not for the past life or the future life, but for this moment.”
So, seek revenge for grievances, and seek retribution for enmities.
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Liang Xiaohong, as a discarded pawn, was utterly hysterical, Xinghui Entertainment’s share price fell to the lowest point, evaporating billions of dollars overnight.
Xinghui Entertainment, as the leader of the industry with a monopoly for many years, made people within the industry dare to be angry but not to speak out. This time, when the wall fell, many people helped to push it, and the entertainment circle was shaken, affecting many artists, including top stars, actors, and popular young talents. For a while, the entertainment circle became silent, and everyone was afraid of being targeted by the police. After all, no one is clean if one is investigated.
Those artists who had been involved with Liang Xiaohong now avoided her as if fleeing from a plague, wishing they had never known her.
“The autopsy results are out. Liang Yanran was strangled to death from behind with a rope. Hair tissues have been found in her fingernails and have been sent for DNA comparison. The results will be available soon.”
In the interrogation room, the chief interrogator spoke expressionlessly with a cold, stern voice that created a soundless pressure.
Liang Xiaohong sat in the interrogation chair, handcuffed, with a beam of light shining on her, revealing her disheveled, feeble appearance.
Her voice was hoarse, “I’ve said it many times, I had nothing to do with Liang Yanran’s death, and the answer will be the same even if you ask me a hundred more times.”
The police officer ignored her and continued to ask, “Did Xue An order you to kill? The police have already gathered enough evidence, and if you confess honestly, the law may be lenient with you because of your good attitude. Otherwise, the law will show no mercy.”
As soon as Xue An’s name was mentioned, Liang Xiaohong’s fists clenched tightly, pounding the table hatefully. However, her hands were handcuffed to the interrogation chair, and she couldn’t make any major movements, causing the chair to emit a scraping sound as it moved violently.
Liang Xiaohong’s eyes were bloodshot, and she said viciously, “It has nothing to do with Xue An! How dare you frame him?”
