After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 78 - 59: Haunted House

The first class on a Friday morning for Class Two of eighth grade is the math teacher’s class.

Shi Wangyue scores full marks in math tests every time and is a student that the math teacher pays special attention to; he is also the teacher’s favorite student.

Therefore, every time during the Q&A session, out of ten instances, eight times he would call Shi Wangyue to answer.

Today was no different.

However, today the math teacher found that as soon as he finished writing the problem on the blackboard and had not even started asking questions, many students in the class were already raising their hands, eager to stand up and answer.

"Did I teach particularly well today? That’s why the students’ enthusiasm for answering questions is unprecedentedly high."

The math teacher thought delightfully, with his hands on the lecture table.

This sudden enthusiasm from the students instantly captured the math teacher’s heart, making it the first time during class that his attention wasn’t on Shi Wangyue.

The math teacher, smiling happily, asked a few more questions.

The students were indeed very cooperative today, enthusiastically getting up to answer questions each time.

The atmosphere in the math class became more lively than ever.

Ning Youguang, propping her head up slightly with sunlight filtering through the window, felt her heart flutter gently like the dust dancing in the sunlight.

She glanced at the young boy sleeping soundly beside her and then at the youthful energy of the students around her, seeing before her their various playful antics and careless laughter.

Despite the many regrets in life, there are still many interesting moments worth living for.

...

On Friday, Ning Youguang walked home from school with the boy, carrying her backpack.

Sipping iced lemon tea from her hand, she said to the boy beside her, "I have always had a wish that when I die, I want my memorial tablet to be enshrined in the Putuo Temple outside the city, to be long-term worshiped in the Hall of Merits, with monks chanting sutras for me every day, so I can rest in peace underground."

The boy paused: "Enshrining your memorial tablet in Putuo Temple?"

"Yes." The girl smiled gently, revealing a few white teeth.

——The goal is about to be achieved.

She had been pondering this issue for several days.

Having lived two lives, as the years went by, she began to believe in many things she never believed in before, like destiny, like fate, like reincarnation, like karma.

"Sister, are you free this weekend?" The boy pondered for a moment and made a decision.

"Yes, I am."

"I want to go to Putuo Temple this weekend. Can you go with me?"

"How about tomorrow morning? I’ll come to pick you up at your house."

"Okay."

"I’ve learned about the Hall of Merits at Putuo Temple before. The best position costs thirty-eight thousand, and the slightly off-center position costs fifteen thousand. You should choose the thirty-eight thousand one; it’s closest to the Buddha and Bodhisattva. If you don’t have enough money, I’ll give it to you."

"I have the money." The boy drank down the iced lemon tea in his cup, then threw the empty cup into the garbage bin beside him.

Things that money can solve have not been a concern for him for a long time.

...

In the morning, outside the city of Jincheng.

The breeze gently blows through Putuo Temple, and incense smoke curls in the Hall of Merits.

The staff member dressed in a volunteer suit of the temple put hands together in prayer and asked the lean boy in front of him with a compassionate expression:

"Amitabha, rejoice in your generosity, it is the birthday of Kalan Bodhisattva today, accumulating great merit, may I ask whether you want to arrange a fifteen thousand tablet for the deceased, or the thirty-eight thousand one?"

"The thirty-eight thousand one." The boy took out his phone from his pocket, "Can I pay with my phone?"

He had the ability to enshrine his father in the best position in the hall.

"Yes, please fill out the information here."

After completing the tablet registration in the Hall of Merits, Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue walked out slowly from the hall.

The boy recalled the hall full of tablets and the devout people arranging tablets for their deceased and asked the girl beside him, "Placing a tablet here, can it really let people rest in peace?"

You Guang turned back, put her hands together in prayer, and bowed three times to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas in the hall, saying, "Death, for those with faith, is hope; for those without, it is despair."

The boy bent over, followed by putting his hands together and bowing three times to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas in the hall, then asked, "Will we all get a new identity after we die?

The girl turned, walked around the Buddhist pagoda in the temple, and responded as she walked, "Yes, but remember, ’identity’ is just an illusion too."

In the Diamond Sutra it says, "All dharmas conditioned by other things are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, like dewdrops and lightning, thus should be regarded."

...

Recently, a sense of unease has permeated throughout the Shi family.

Master after master was hired at great expense, yet unfortunate events continued to happen one after another at home.