The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 498 This Wish

  The Mahavira Hall is majestic and solemn, and the golden Buddha is smiling.

  The table in front of the Buddha offers fragrant flowers, vegetables and fruits. Walking in all the way, countless lanterns are lit on both sides, illuminating the treasure hall as if it were daytime.

  The sandalwood fragrance is faint, and the mind is calm.

  Bao Lianye supported Old Madam Bo to step into the temple door, and his heart trembled slightly when he was shocked by the golden Buddha lamp in front of him, and his expression became more and more respectful.

The ground is paved with gold bricks, and the light can be seen. It is said that it came from the largest kiln brick firing center in the Yue Dynasty. It was specially fired for the emperor's palace. It is as loud as metal, hence the name Golden Brick. It can be said that every golden brick on the ground has a history of hundreds of years.

   Mrs. Bo looked solemn, walked slowly on the golden brick, took the three-pillar incense from Master Ming Deng, left hand on top and right hand on bottom, broke free from the support of thin lotus leaves, and slowly knelt down from the futon.

"Nine out of seventy believers, Murong Shuang, may all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas bless me, so that I can generate great compassion, bodhicitta, generosity, precepts, patience, diligence, meditation wisdom and other paramitas, free from the suffering of samsara and hope for eternal happiness the Bodhi fruit position."

   Three kowtows and nine bows, the lights are always on.

   At this time, fireworks are in full bloom in the sky, and the new year is coming.

   "Dong Dong Dong" Three bells and drums slammed from the southeast, deafening, shaking the ancients and shining the present, as if the gods and Buddhas washed the soul, washed away all the dirt, and ushered in a new life.

  Bo Yuxun stood at the entrance of the temple, looking at the fireworks in the sky, listening to the reverberation of the bell and drum, his mood miraculously calmed down.

   Thin lotus leaf knelt down with Mrs. Bo and kowtowed firmly.

  What do you want?

   I pray for the health of my parents and family members, I pray for success in my studies and a bright future, and I pray for the prosperity of the country and the people in the world.

  As a three-good student in the new era, she always thought that this was feudal dross, and it was better to work **** her own.

   But at the moment, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, smelling the sound of the bells and drums, and smelling the faint sandalwood at the tip of her nose, her heart could not be restrained from generating devotion.

   This is probably the power of faith.

   Sending Mrs. Bo back to the meditation room to rest, Bo Lianye was not sleepy at all. When he went out, he saw Bo Yuxun standing under the eaves, and Bo Lianye walked over with a smile.

   "Uncle, don't you ask for anything? Just follow the customs. What if the Buddha heard your prayer and helped you?"

  Bo Yuxun shook his head, "Buddha can't help me."

   Thin lotus leaf stared at him blankly. The man who was close at hand in front of him was blurred like a fog, so he could see it but couldn't catch it.

   "Go to bed earlier." Bo Yuxun urged and left the backyard.

   Unlike the silence in the backyard, the front hall is brightly lit, and people come to incense in an endless stream.

  Bo Yuxun found a secluded place, and he could see the green brick road in front of the hall.

  Thinking of something, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and turned it on silent, but he didn't know how many unread messages there were in just a few minutes.

   No one dared to call and harass him, and they all sent him a text message of blessing.

   There are colleagues in the hospital, college classmates, and friends who have jet lag abroad.

  Bo Yuxuan swiped one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Ming Jing's head.

   is a serene lotus flower, as spotless as herself.

   The chat box is clean.

   At this time, she is probably already asleep.

  Bo Yuxun was holding the mobile phone with mixed emotions.

  Bo Yujiang really went to Jiang's house, and has exposed her relationship with Jiang Chunlan, which is enough to prove that her dove occupying the magpie's nest is a man-made conspiracy.

   He wasn't afraid to scare the snake. Only when the snake showed its head, could he hold seven inches and get the answer he wanted.

   He looked back at the brightly lit Buddhist temple. The Buddha looked at the world with compassionate eyes, spreading great love and transforming the world.

  If the Buddha had eyes, he would bless the little girl with reconciliation.

  If you are reincarnated, please vote for a good family, your parents are still alive, your family is prosperous, safe and happy, and happy.

   That's all I want.

  —

   Zhao Ninghan woke up at noon the next day.

  Mother Zhao jumped up and cried: "Hanhan, you finally woke up, you are going to scare your mother to death."

  Zhao Ninghan blinked, staring at the ceiling above his head, his brain was still dazed.

   She turned her head and looked at the arm full of tubes, her eyes a little confused.

   She moved a little, and a tear-like pain came from her lower abdomen, which made her subconsciously take a breath.

   "Don't move, you just had an operation, and the anesthesia has just worn off. The doctor ordered you to stay in bed for a few days."

   "I..." Zhao Ninghan opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was hoarse.

  Mother Zhao quickly fed her water: "The doctor said that you can only eat liquid food for the past two days. You can bear it for a while. When you recover from your injury, your mother will make you delicious food every day."

   Zhao Ninghan took a sip of water to moisten her throat, which made her feel better. She grabbed Mother Zhao's hand and asked eagerly, "Where's my child? Have you saved it?"

  Mother Zhao's eyes were flushed, and she soothed softly: "We are still young, and there will be children in the future."

   Zhao Ninghan's face was instantly pale, and she bit her lower lip, "Der Spiegel."

   She almost said the name through gritted teeth.

   "Where's Song Sheng?" This is the person she wants to hold tightly now.

Mother Zhao glanced outside the door: "I was still there last night, I don't know when I left, Hanhan, is this Mr. Song reliable? I don't think he cares much about you, that's his child. ."

   Zhao Ninghan was a little irritable, she was really her mother when the pot could not be opened and lifted.

Zhao Ninghan's eyebrows drooped, her mood was not good, Zhao's mother was still chattering: "You said that you are going to the Spring Festival Gala, I have already told the little sisters that everyone will stay in front of the TV to watch your show, He also praised me for raising an excellent daughter, but they stayed there for a whole night and didn't see you appearing, those little sisters were so rude, they almost made me mad..."

   Zhao Ninghan took a deep breath and held a knife on the head.

   At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a young female doctor walked in. Zhao Ninghan had some impressions of her. It seemed that she performed the operation on herself last night.

   "Wake up." The female doctor's eyebrows are beautiful and her smile is sweet like a peach blossom, giving people a feeling of approachability.

   Zhao Ninghan has good eyesight and saw the work card hanging on her chest, Ye Qingxing, a resident physician in the obstetrics and gynecology department.

   Ye Qingxing came up to check on Zhao Ninghan's body: "In the first two days, we must prevent wound infection and complications. If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me in time."

   Saying Leaves Qingxing sighed deeply: "It's a pity that you are still so young."

   Zhao Ninghan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Next to   , Mother Zhao asked, "Doctor Ye, can my daughter still be pregnant?"

Ye Qingxing's expression of sympathy became even heavier when Ye Qingxing heard this question, "I didn't have time to tell you last night, because it was delivered too late and the bleeding was severe. In order to save your life, I could only choose to remove the uterus. As a doctor, I It’s really unbearable, but it’s a helpless move.”

   "Boom" was like a bolt from the blue, Zhao Ninghan was dumbfounded.

  Mother Zhao was also stunned, grabbing Ye Qingxing's wrist in disbelief, and her voice was sharp and piercing: "What did you say?"

  Ye Qingxing was in pain from being caught, stabilized her mind, and once again comforted her: "This is something that can't be helped. I know what it means to lose a uterus to a woman, but Miss Zhao, I have tried my best..."

   There was a bit of hesitation on her face, and she hesitated to say anything. Mother Zhao asked eagerly, "Speak quickly."

Ye Qingxing gritted her teeth and seemed to make up her mind: "Ms. Zhao's ectopic pregnancy was not dangerous at first, and a minor operation was enough. What a pity."

   Mother Zhao covered her face and cried bitterly: "My poor daughter, you are still so young."

   Zhao Ninghan was lying on the hospital bed, her whole body was numb, her face was blank and painful.

  Two tears overflowed from the eye sockets and fell on the pillow towel.

   Ye Qingxing pretended to remind her casually: "I don't know if the young woman who brought Miss Zhao here last night has any impression of Miss Zhao? If there is any conflict, I'd better wait until the injury is healed. Nothing is important."

   Zhao Ninghan just remembered that it seemed that Mingjing sent her to the hospital last night.

   Zhao Ninghan can't accept this love. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't be able to have a miscarriage, let alone lose her uterus, and she would never be a mother.

The doctor    also said that it was a minor operation, and she sent it too late.

  Whether Mingjing is intentional or not, this account can only and must be counted on her head.

   Ye Qingxing looked at the mother and daughter who were in grief or anger in front of her, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was fleeting, as if it had never appeared before.

   She said tenderly and considerately, "Recover in peace. I'm on duty these days. Just ring the bell and the nurse will call me."

   Zhao Ninghan was not in the mood to care for her, but after all, he was also his own chief surgeon.

   "This is my duty as a doctor, Miss Zhao, don't say thank you."

   Ye Qingxing left the ward and closed the door of the ward. Hearing the heartbreaking cry from the door, her fingertips trembled slightly.

   This calamity has passed, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or fortunate.

   Taking a deep breath, Ye Qingxing returned to the office. When passing by the nurse's desk, she asked the nurse on duty, "Xiaoxiao, where is the young girl who brought Miss Zhao last night?"

  Lu Xiaoxiao shook his head: "It should be gone. The more I think about it, the more familiar it looks. Do you know who she is?"

   looked mysteriously excited.

   Ye Qingxing's heart jumped suddenly, does it have a great background?

   She asked calmly, "Can you be more famous than Miss Zhao?"

   "It was impossible in the past, but in the future it will be uncertain."

  Lu Xiaoxiao took out her mobile phone and handed it to Ye Qingxing: "I know you didn't have time to watch the Spring Festival Gala last night, but as long as you watch it, you will definitely be impressed by this person. She is now popular all over the Internet, and her popularity is no worse than Zhao Ninghan."

  On the screen of the mobile phone is the girl who had a quick glance last night. She stood on the biggest stage, calmly and calmly, with an elegant voice, her eyes were like stars, and she was in full bloom. She was unforgettable and amazed all beings.

   Ye Qingxing finished watching the show, frowned and said, "Der Jing? So her name is Ming Jing."

   "More than that, she is from Jiangzhou, a well-known local lady H Dao, but she is famous all over the world for her charity, you say it is wonderful or not."

   When Ye Qingxing heard that she was from Jiangzhou, she let go of half of her heart.

  Jiangzhou Tiangao Emperor is far away, and there are many powerful places in Jingzhou, which is really not enough to see.

She returned the phone to Lu Xiaoxiao: "He's a very good person, but unfortunately there are some contradictions with Miss Zhao. If this news leaks out, I'm afraid that Miss Zhao's fans will not be so friendly to her, Xiaoxiao, pay attention, don't I missed the point and brought unnecessary trouble to Miss Zhao and this little girl."

   After that, he left the nurse's desk and went back to the office.

  Lu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, but Dr. Ye's words reminded her that if she broke the news to the marketing account, it would definitely fry the whole network.

   But in view of her professionalism, she still did not dare to break the news. If Zhao Ninghan was investigated afterwards, she would not be able to eat and walk around.

   But holding on like this is really going to kill people, it's like carrying a peerless treasure, but it's a pity that people can't see Zhuhui at all.

  After the Spring Festival Gala, now the whole network is full of hot topics of last night's program, except for New Year's greetings. The only two hot spots are Qufeitai and Mingjing.

  Qu Feitai needless to say, with a cool red leather jacket and stable singing skills once again let people appreciate the style of the little king.

   and Der Spiegel also gained popularity through this stage.

  Young people are amazed at their looks. After all, young people today are known as the Appearance Association. Such stunning beauty brings a ray of light to the gloomy entertainment circle.

   But the crowd captured by Der Spiegel is mostly middle-aged and elderly.

  There is such an interesting post on a forum-the title is about how much the mirror is liked by the elderly.

As soon as the    bright mirror appeared, my grandma, who had been fasting and chanting Buddha all the year round, knelt on the ground and called the Bodhisattva to appear.

The    forum has over a thousand replies, all of which are ridiculed with good intentions.

  —My mother said that this woman has the appearance of a Buddha, and it is a pity that she does not go home. Then I checked the Internet, and my darling, it turned out that she was born in a Buddhist family.

  —It’s a pity to be a monk. With such a beautiful face, at a prosperous age, facing the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha all his life, it’s simply a waste of money.

- The old eyes are vicious, and he can see the Buddha's appearance in Mingjing at a glance. They all say that the appearance is born from the heart. This is enough to show that Mingjing is really a compassionate person. No matter how good acting skills are, it is impossible to deceive those with experience. of the elderly.

  —She and that little boy named Deng Yang really touched me. Everyone should learn to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

  Lv Xiaoxiao flipped through the hot searches, and Mingjing and Qu Feitai were almost all on the entertainment list.

   At this time, someone in the girlfriend group bubbled up and posted a picture.

  Lu Xiaoxiao opened it and saw that it was Der Spiegel's photo on the show.

  —What brand is this skirt, @小晓Aren’t you fashionable Bai Xiaosheng? Quickly help me to check, the same paragraph get.

  —emo... This dress is good-looking, but it also picks up people. People wear it like a fairy descending to the world. If we wear it, it will be a great dancer...

  Lu Xiaoxiao almost burst out laughing, but it is true, this dress is beautiful, only a tall figure and a cool temperament can wear it. Ordinary people wear it, not to mention the great dancer, it is almost the same as throwing a pot.

  Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help typing in the group - I saw a real person in the middle of the night last night, not to mention anything else, this dress can only be worn by her alone to achieve such an effect, ordinary people don't think about it.

  The group was silent for a long time, and the frying pan was over.

   (end of this chapter)