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Chapter 159 - 159: 081 Great Virtue (Second Revision)_2

Tang Wan had the same idea, so they both hurriedly took a taxi to the hospital.

When they arrived at the emergency room, Tang Wan’s mother was treating a patient. Upon hearing that it was the mother of her daughter’s classmate, she said, “Thankfully, she was brought here in time. She’s now out of danger. It’s strange though, she was walking fine on the street and suddenly fell into a sewer. The construction workers are careless for not setting up warning signs. It had just rained, and the sewer was full of dirty water, such a tragic situation.”

After finding out the room number, Tang Wan bought a fruit basket and went upstairs.

The single-patient rooms area was quiet. She found the room number and was about to knock when she heard a hoarse female voice inside.

“Cough cough… Yinzhang, please invite Master Zhu here.” This hoarse voice must have been Song Yinzhang’s mother.

Master Zhu?

Tang Wan and Xie Zhen looked at each other in surprise.

“Mom, I thought you didn’t believe in these things?” Song Yinzhang questioned.

“Do you know, at that moment when I fell into the sewer and the dirty water engulfed me, I regretted it. I was so foolish.” Now, she only felt one thing: fear.

Everything Master Zhu had said had come true.

Song Yinzhang sighed, “I’ll invite her right away. You rest.’

Jiao Mei had several broken bones and was practically mummified in bandages. The most noticeable injury was to her head. It was a close-call, narrowly missing her vital spots. She had just escaped death.

Yinzhang left the room and called Ming Jing in a pleading tone.

Tang Wan and Xie Zhen hid in the darkness, watching this scene and looked at each other.

“Is Zhu Mingjing some kind of charlatan?” Xie Zhen found it hard to believe, she’s always been so studious.

How can a top student indulge in feudal superstition?

Tang Wan frowned, “To get close to Song Yinzhang, she may go to any extreme.”

“How can this be man-made? It’s probably a coincidence. Let’s wait until Zhu Mingjing arrives. ”

News of Jiao Mei’s hospitalization due to her injuries spread quickly. She was well-liked, so her superiors and subordinates rushed to visit her as soon as they heard the news. Even some socialites she was acquainted with came.

Among them, Madam Li, who was the closest to her, was shocked to see her bandaged up. “How did this happen?

Jiao Mei sighed, “Madam Li, it’s a long story.”

She explained what had happened previously. Madam Li nodded, “You shouldn’t doubt the words of a master. When you disrespect the gods and Buddha, they will punish you.”

Jiao Mei said, “So, that’s why I ended up like this.”

“You should still ask the master to help you resolve this. At worst, go to the temple and pray. Which renowned person is this master you know? Nowadays, there are fraudsters everywhere. It’s not easy to find a real master with true cultivation.”

Just as Jiao Mei was about to speak, footsteps sounded outside the door. The door opened, and Song Yinzhang walked in with a young girl.

Upon seeing the young girl, Madam Li felt a sense of familiarity.

Jiao Mei, who was lying on the bed, immediately became excited, struggling to sit up. “Master Zhu, Master Zhu, please save me.”

Master Zhu? Madam Li frowned.

She didn’t know that there was such a renowned person in Jiangzhou.

Zhu? She stared at the young girl’s face for a while before her eyes widened in surprise.

“Ms. Zhu?”

This was the real heiress of the Zhus. She had just seen her at Madam Gao’s birthday party not long ago. There was no mistaking her unique appearance and demeanor.

How did Ms. Zhu turn into Master Zhu? Madam Li was a bit stunned.

The young girl stood there calmly and gently, smiled, and greeted, “Madam Li.”

Now Madam Li was sure. She tentatively asked, “The master Madam Song was talking about, is it you?”

“I couldn’t dare to call myself a master.”

“You’re being too modest, Master.” Jiao Mei now looked at her with great reverence.

Ming Jing walked over, looked at Jiao Mei, and took her pulse.

Everyone was watching her do this, a master can treat illnesses too?

“There’s nothing serious, just some superficial injuries. A few days of rest will do.” Ming Jing gently put her hand back under the covers.

“Master, you said my lifespan was damaged and that a great disaster was imminent. How can I resolve this? Master, if you can save me, I promise to treat you as an honored guest, and I will fulfill any request you have.”

Ming Jing, holding a hand like a blooming orchid, closed her eyes and softly said, “Avoid all evil, commit all that is good, purify your own mind, this is the teaching of Buddha.”

Jiao Mei gazed blankly at the young girl in front of her, who seemed to radiate compassion and dignity. Suddenly, it seemed as if there was a radiant golden light enveloping her.

In that moment, she seemed to have an epiphany. “Master, I understand your teachings,” she said.

Song Yinzhang looked at Ming Jing, suddenly doubting. Was this still the same girl he knew?

Madam Li found it hard to believe. She had heard that the true heiress of the Zhu family was raised in a temple from a young age. Could her cultivation be so advanced at such a young age?

Although she didn’t understand all of this, her husband and others in their circle believed in it. She would also go to famous temples to pray and burn incense. But usually, when her husband sought advice on Feng Shui matters, he would consult a Taoist. Taoism and Buddhism are two distinct sects.

Taoists mainly use the I Ching for divination and Feng Shui. When people speak of fortune tellers, they usually refer to Taoists. Whilst in the Theravada Buddhist Vinaya, it is strictly forbidden for Buddhists to use divination or Feng Shui. In Mahayana Buddhism, it’s considered an evil science. However, some highly cultivated Buddhist monks can foresee the future, hence many people think that Buddhists can tell fortunes which is actually fundamentally different and separate from Taoist fortune telling.

If Zhu Mingjing were to say that she had a method to help her, Madam Li would definitely think she was a fraud. A Buddhist playing with Taoist tricks— whose face would she be making a fool of?

But seeing Ming Jing and hearing those sixteen words, she suddenly understood.

A real Buddha is compassionate.

She’s still so young, has she already reached the level of a great virtue?

She deeply felt a sense of shock and awe. She was no longer Ms. Zhu, but Master Zhu..