From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1075: 498 This wish_1 Chapter 1075: 498 This wish_1 The majestic Mahavira Hall stands tall and solemn, with a golden statue of Buddha, giving a faint smile as he holds a flower.

The table in front of the Buddha is laden with offerings of fruits and vegetables.

As one walks in, numerous lit lamps on either side make the hall as bright as day.

The soft fragrance of sandalwood permeates the air, creating a sense of tranquility.

Charlotte Aria supports Madam Aria as they step into the temple.

The sight of the gilded Buddha and the eternal lamps causes a slight tremor in her heart, and she grows more reverential.

The floor is laid with bricks of gold that are so shiny they reflect images.

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These bricks are said to come from the largest kiln in the Yue Dynasty, exclusively used for the King’s Palace.

Magead Temple, being a state-protected temple, was also granted these golden bricks.

The bricks are robust and fine, producing a metallic clink when struck, hence the name ‘golden bricks’.

Each and every brick on the ground carries a history of hundreds of years.

Madam Aria walks slowly and solemnly on these golden bricks.

She takes three incense sticks from Master Ichsan Groove, her left hand over her right, and releases Charlotte Aria’s assistance.

Slowly, she kneels on the meditation cushion.

“I, Rhea Daniella, at seventy-nine years old, pray to all Buddha and bodhisattva for their blessings that I may gain great compassion, a bodhi-mind, and supreme virtues such as giving, morality, tolerance, perseverance, concentration, and wisdom, to escape the pain of reincarnation and attain permanent bliss and a bodhi state.”

She makes nine prostrations in three rounds, as the lamps continue to shine brightly.

At this moment, fireworks light up the sky, marking the arrival of the New Year.

The echoing sound of a drum from the southeast is deafening and stirring, like a divine cleanse for the soul, washing away all impurities and inviting a fresh start.

Peter Aria stands at the temple gate, watching the fireworks in the horizon and listening to the lingering sound of the drums.

His mind miraculously attains a sense of peace.

Charlotte Aria also kneels down with Madam Aria, and bows her head earnestly.

What is she praying for?

She prays for her parents’ and family’s health, for success in her studies and a promising future, and for peace amongst the people and throughout the world.

As a commendable student of a new era, she once thought this was outdated – hoping for divine intervention instead of striving on her own.

Yet now, kneeling before the statue of Buddha, hearing the drums and smelling the scent of sandalwood, her heart is irresistibly filled with devotion.

This, perhaps, is the power of faith.

After taking Madam Aria back to the Zen room to rest, Charlotte Aria feels no fatigue.

As she steps out, she sees Peter Aria standing under the eaves.

She walks over with a smile.

“Uncle, do you not have any wishes?

Fitting in is important, you know.

Who knows, Buddha might hear your prayers and help you.”

Peter Aria shakes his head, “Buddha can’t help me.”

Charlotte Aria looks at him blankly.

This man standing so close seems a mysterious fog, visible, yet unreachable.

“You should go to sleep early.” Peter Aria advises, then leaves the backyard.

In contrast to the quiet backyard, the front hall is bustling, with people visiting the temple in droves.

Peter Aria finds a secluded spot where he can see the brick path leading to the temple.

People come and go, incense burns brightly, creating a worldly scene.

He takes out his phone from his pocket, silently browsing through numerous unread messages from the past few minutes.

No one dares to disturb him with a call, instead they send him greetings via text.

These include his hospital colleagues, college classmates, and friends from different time zones overseas.

Peter Aria skims through the messages, stopping at Aubree Groove’s profile.

Her profile picture is a serene lotus flower, spotless like her.

The chat box is clear.

At this hour, she is probably asleep.

As Peter Aria holds his phone, his mind churns with thoughts.

As expected, Vanessa Aria stepped into the Frosts’ doorstep revealing her relationship with Virginia Frost.

This is enough proof that her usurpation is a premeditated plot.

He is not afraid of startling her; only when the snake reveals its head can he grasp its lifeline and find the answers he seeks.

He looks back at the brilliant Mahavira Hall.

The compassionate Buddha gazes at people, imparting great love and guiding them.

If the Buddha is watching, may he help his little sister achieve justice.

If reincarnation exists, may she be born into a good family with both parents, living comfortably and happily ever after.

This is his only wish.

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Vivian Hayes wakes up the next afternoon, seeming lost.

Mrs.

Hayes rushes to her, crying, “Oh, Han Han, you’re finally awake.

You scared me to death.”

Vivian Hayes blinks, staring at the ceiling above her, her mind still fuzzy.

She turns her head and looks at her arm filled with tubes, her eyes full of confusion.

As she moves slightly, a tearing pain rushes from her lower abdomen, making her instinctively gasp for air.

“Don’t move, you just had surgery, and the anesthesia has just worn off.

The doctor said you must stay in bed for the next few days.”