Chapter 160: 082 Master (an updated version)
Translator: 549690339
Attributes arise from the heart; to break these characteristics, you must do good and accumulate virtues from within, creating connections through benevolent actions.
“Master, can I follow your way of life in the future?” “What do you want to practice?”
Without hesitation, Jiaomei said, “Buddhism.”
“What is Buddha?”
Furrowing her brows, Jiaomei pondered, “Buddhism can make people forget all troubles and take me to the Western Paradise World.”
Ming Jing shook her head, “That is avoidance.”
Jiaomei asked, “Then how can one practice and reach the state of mindfulness as you have, Master?”
“Continual self-discipline, unwavering focus, uphold precepts, do good, make vows, foster the aspiration to achieve enlightenment.”
“Practice is not about form; it’s about sincerity, not about secluded temples in remote mountains. It’s about your present life — from clothing, food, living to actions; during each meal, in everyday life. Every place is a sanctuary, every person a virtuous acquaintance. Abstain from greed, hatred, and ignorance, perceive our true nature clearly, purify our minds, and realize our
Buddha-nature.”
The girl’s serene voice echoed softly in the ward, as if carried by a natural echo. Long after she finished speaking, her voice seemed to still resonate in the air.
She stood in one spot, her demeanor lofty and pure, her eyes expressing compassion and sorrow, making others dare not look directly at her.
Ming Jing left the ward. Song Yinzhang looked at her, hardly daring to speak to her, as if it was only now that he truly understood her.
“Master Zhu.” Madam Li caught up with her.
Ming Jing stopped and turned to look at her, nodding slightly.
“Madam Li, I have returned to secular life. You may call me Ming Jing.”
With reverence, Madam Li said, “Even though you have left the religious life, you are still worthy of the title ‘Master’ to me.”
Ming Jing chose not to correct her further and instead asked, ‘What do you wish to discuss, Madam?”
“I don’t have any particular matter. I just wonder if I could seek your advice if I have any confusion in the future?”
“You flatter me, Madam.”
“Master, you are too modest. Let’s do this – when I have time, I will definitely visit you.”
Ming Jing could only nod reluctantly. Just as she was about to leave, she looked up at Madam Li. “Madam, have you been feeling hungry and thirsty, urinating more often than usual recently?”
Madam Li was stunned, then hurriedly nodded, “Yes, perhaps I have been too worn out recently. I believe some rest will help.”
“Since you are already in a hospital, you might as well make an appointment with the Endocrinology Department. Early diagnosis can lead to early treatment.”
With these words, she nodded and departed.
Madam Li stared at Ming Jing’s retreating figure, standing still for a long while, until her figure was entirely out of sight. Then realization struck her.
Did The Master imply that I am sick?
I cannot doubt the Master’s abilities.
But what exactly is my illness?
Madam Li fell into indecision and dilemma, fearing a serious disease might be found if she went for the check-up. After struggling inwardly, she finally made the appointment for the Endocrinology Department.
The consulting physician was a professor in his fifties. After she mentioned her discomforts, he prescribed a lot of tests. An hour later, she came back with the results.
The professor glanced at each of the results, then pushed up his reading glasses, saying, “You are lucky that you came early. Any later, and you would have had to take insulin.”
“Insulin?” Madam Li was astounded.
The professor glanced at her, “Not knowing what illness you have, how did you think about checking the Endocrinology Department?”
Madam Li seized his words, avidly inquiring, “What illness do I have?”
“Don’t worry, you have diabetes. It’s becoming increasingly common among younger individuals, so your age is not extraordinary. You are fortunate to have come early. If any later, given your current sugar level, you would have no choice but to take insulin. Here, this is the medication, take it according to prescription, observe your diet and avoid sweets. Come back to test your blood sugar on an empty stomach in three days.”
Clinging onto her medication, Madam Li walked out of the clinic, then turned to the sky and said gratefully, “Master Zhu, you are indeed divine.”
Back home, Li Qingyao was surprised when she saw her mother carrying bags of medication, “Mom, didn’t you go to the hospital to see Madam Song? Why did you bring back so many medicines?”
Madam Li said in relief, “It’s a good thing that I went to see her today.
Otherwise, I could have been the one lying in the hospital bed tomorrow.”
Madam Li recounted how Jiaomei got injured from beginning to end, particularly emphasizing Zhu Mingjing’s magical abilities, painting her as a divine being in her words.
“All Master Zhu did was look at me, and she knew there was something wrong with my health. She even told me to get an appointment with the Endocrinology Department. I thought she might have trapped me, but since I was already at the hospital, I thought might as well have a checkup. I didn’t expect it to turn up an illness. I got diabetes. But the doctor said being diagnosed early meant I could control my blood sugar with medication; otherwise, I would have to take insulin shots every day. Who could bear the stress of injecting oneself twice a day? I must sincerely express gratitude to Master Zhu. She really is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva..”
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