"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Good and evil have their consequences, fortune and misfortune follow each other, one bears them oneself, no one can substitute."
Cheng Xiaoxiao furrowed her delicate eyebrows, was Master Liao Ming mistaken! She's not his disciple, each sentence of Buddhist teaching was more profound than the last—how could she grasp its Zen meaning? Wasn't this like playing the lute to a cow?
Liao Ming noticed Cheng Xiaoxiao's embarrassment, joined his hands together and gently explained: "Miss Cheng is one blessed with great fortune, as long as she dedicates herself to the people, she can surely save countless lives from peril."
Ha ha! So this old monk was urging her to be a great philanthropist then!
"Master overpraises me. Within my abilities, I will certainly help the weak, for example, the captives rescued outside are mostly homeless vagrants, and I am willing to do my utmost to provide aid to them."
