From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 840 - 417 The Other Shore_1
Chapter 840: 417 The Other Shore_1
“The Buddha said there are 84,000 ways to overcome 84,000 afflictions. The root of these afflictions comes from delusions and attachments. Delusions arise from the mind. If the mind is as void as space, that void could contain everything, even the sun and the moon shining brightly in the sky, as well as the clouds that obscure them.”
“To dispel a fraction of ignorance is to acquire a fraction of Dharma; to cast off attachments is to realize emptiness. One can attain Nirvana and achieve wisdom, compassion, and merit.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Under the moonlight, the Young Lady turned around. Her deep, dark eyes were more mysterious and tranquil than the night behind her.
It was as if a whole world was hidden in her eyes.
She extended her hand, revealing a dagger.
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“It is said that love for a house extends to love for the crows around it, and so hatred for a house extends to hatred for the swifts. It is reasonable for you to hate Pindo Rinto as he killed your husband. I am his daughter, and it’s not unreasonable for you to hate me. Today, I will resolve your resentment. Please stop harming the Rintos and leave the innocent alone. Let me bear all the debts of gratitude and grudges. I am neither resentful nor hateful, I only wish to sacrifice myself for your sake, hoping you could let go of this obsession and return to your true self.”
The Young Lady’s face was devoid of sorrow or joy, her clear eyes radiated with a compassionate and gentle light. The moonlight shimmered a silvery ripple behind her, forming a halo that was hard to look straight at.
She handed the dagger to Virginia Frost, “The six destinations of reincarnation, the three permanent realms, all exist in a thought of Madam. I can’t save you, only you can save yourself.”
Stepping closer, she was bathed in a radiant yet gentle light. It was like the moonlight that sneaked into the child’s bed in a dream, gentle and moving, with no trace of aggression.
Virginia saw the dagger lying on the Young Lady’s palm- a blade that shone with an eerie, cold glow.
It was a butcher’s knife, a symbol of hatred and a shackle.
“Madam is essentially kind-hearted. Pindo Rinto’s selfishness robbed her of her happiness. Losing her loved one drove her into madness, leading her further and further astray. I don’t think Madam truly hates me either but is merely seeking an excuse to keep going. I’m moved by the infatuation of Madam. Mr. Drake was a compassionate man, I doubt he would be glad to see Madam staining her hands with blood on his behalf. He revered compassion, for which he accumulated immeasurable merits. Yet Madam killed in his name, I didn’t kill Bo Cong, but Bo Cong died because of me. If Mr. Drake’s spirit is watching, would he be grateful to Madam, or would he resent her?”
The Young Lady shook her head with a smile, “No, he would never blame anyone. A kind-hearted person would always attribute the blame to himself. Madam, step by step, dragged him into the abyss of Hell.”
Her words stunned Virginia, who muttered, “I was wrong… everything was wrong.”
“The Sea of Suffering is boundless; Turn back, and it’s the shore.” The Young Lady handed the dagger to her, her gaze earnest and appealing.
Virginia unconsciously accepted the dagger. It felt heavy in her hand.
She stared at the Young Lady in front of her, flames seemed to be burning furiously in her pupils, as if they could destroy everything in the world.
The Young Lady’s pitch-black eyes seemed to have a magnetic force, captivated everyone’s attention.
Her elegant lips moved, and the Sanskrit sounded as if it came from a distant horizon.
“Lay down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha.”
Virginia’s eyes hardened with determination, she raised the dagger, aiming it at the Young Lady’s heart and slashed down fiercely.
“Madam…. ” exclaimed Belen Philbert and Bartlett Parker in unison.
The Young Lady offered no resistance, her hands pressed together. She greeted death with a smile and closed her eyes.
The moon hung like a hook, and stars dazzled brilliantly. Under the nightscape of the empyrean, amidst the lustrous azure waters, the White Clothed Young Lady fluttered her dress. The entire figure, donned in a layer of radiance, stood as a holy Buddha statue in the dark night, sacred and inviolable.
“I now repent for all the evil deeds I’ve committed in the past, all born out of greed, anger, and ignorance, realized through body, speech, and mind. ”
She walked out of the darkness, emanating a light that no darkness could dim. That was the path of righteousness, the Dharma, and compassion.
The only pure land in this chaotic world.
Her composure, compassion, determination, and relief all moved even Belen Philbert and Bartlett Parker, kindling reverence in their hearts.
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The dagger plunged into the Young Lady’s chest, the blood swiftly soaking her white clothes. The Young Lady showed no sign of suffering – her smile was as beautiful as a painting, an otherworldly beauty that no brush in the world could replicate.
“All sentient beings possess the wisdom of the Tathagata. Nor is it due to delusions, upside-down thinking, and grasping attachments they are oblivious to it. Let go of the five desires and the dust from the six realms.”
