Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Dust Is Not Over

Watching Yu Yiping and them leave Ciyun Nunnery, Jingci sat down in front of the Bodhisattva again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 I have been reading the scriptures in my mouth for decades, and I can recite them backwards without using my brain when I close my eyes, but my heart is tumbling, and the past comes back to my heart.

After leaving the world for more than 30 years, I thought I had already let go, but I didn't expect someone to ask today, I would still be in a mood of ups and downs, and when I read it, Jingci didn't know where to read. The gavel in his hand was also beaten in a mess.

Jing Ci meditated silently in his heart, to settle his heart, to settle his heart.

This small Ciyun Nunnery is actually not a good place to escape from the world, so close to the Caozhuang Xia Jiapu where he lived, so close to the person who hurt him, did he choose to practice in Ciyun Nunnery in the first place because the fate of the dust is not over? Jing Ci asked herself, she really hadn't forgotten the red dust.

He has been dead for many years, although he does not go out of the mountain gate, Jingci knows his every move, and the old pilgrims from Xia's shop all know her origin, more or less intentionally or unintentionally, they will tell her a little bit about that person, every time someone else says, she looks like she doesn't care about mundane things, in fact, she listens carefully every time. She maintained a peaceful smile, and there was no change on her face, and her years of practice had made her feel happy and angry. People think that she is already a master of the world, and everything in the world is like a passing cloud for her, but they are ordinary people who are troubled by the mundane all the time, and she does not say anything about mundane things, but the old pilgrims will still tell her about the disturbances of the world. After listening, she gradually let go, year after year, accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, slowly she couldn't remember his appearance, and she also sealed those past in her heart, after all, more than 30 years have passed. After knowing the news of his death, she was a little shocked in her heart, but soon calmed down, from the day she left him, she knew that she would never see each other again in this life, time passed through her fingers, and the years disappeared with the sunset, she chose this path when all thoughts were lost, how many years can pass in the Sanskrit sound wooden fish. Now that he's dead, whether he's loved or hated, let him take that secret into the coffin.

The sunset outside the window was setting, the nunnery was dark, and after reciting the last Bharata Heart Sutra, she lay down, and she rested after completing the compulsory classes every day, and she could sleep peacefully as soon as she lay down, but today she couldn't sleep for a long time, and the bodhisattva with boundless power couldn't let her calm down.

Yu Yiping has been hitting walls everywhere in the past few days, but he has not been discouraged, and his years of experience in handling cases have told him that things were very difficult at the beginning, and slowly it became less and less difficult. Although Mrs. Jingci didn't say anything, it was precisely because she didn't say anything that Yu Yiping was more sure that she knew many unknown things. Anything that looks rock-solid will eventually find an inconspicuous flaw. And once this flaw is discovered, the so-called rock-solid rock will also collapse in an instant.