The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 888: 433 Impulse_1 Chapter 888: 433 Impulse_1 “Mistress is back from the hospital, why didn’t you inform us earlier, so I could send someone to pick you up.” The housekeeper and his team greeted her upon her return.

Aubree Groove entered the living room, Dallyn inquired, “Dad, where is Master McKay?”

The housekeeper glanced at Aubree, “Master McKay has been very busy recently and hasn’t been home for two days.”

“Uncle Hao, thank you for your hard work.

I’m a bit tired and want to rest in my room.” With that, Aubree headed for the stairs.

The housekeeper narrowed his murky old eyes, watching the graceful ease with which the young woman moved.

“Dad, what are you looking at?” Dallyn stood in front of him, “Why does your gaze seem off when you look at Mistress?”

“What are you talking about, child?” The housekeeper chided, his face stern.

“Always acting wild, you better tame that attitude or no man will dare to marry you.”

Dallyn retorted angrily, “Dare not to marry, you think I want to marry, are men even good for anything?”

“You…” The housekeeper was so angry that he was huffing and puffing, “I’ve spoiled you rotten, always spouting nonsense.”

Dallyn raised an eyebrow, “Let me give you a heads up, after spending these days with Mistress, I think I have seen through the world.

Love, career, it means nothing to me, so I decided to leave home and become a monk like Mistress.”

The old butler was nearly left gasping for breath, “What did you say?”

Dallyn quickly moved away, “Don’t be angry, I didn’t say I’ll do it now, it’s later, later, you understand?

At least after taking care of you in your old age and when the time comes…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the old butler threw his shoe at her, “You’re not going anywhere, you little wretch.

Don’t run, stand still.”

One running and one chasing, the quiet Rintos’ living room suddenly became lively, rather like a scene of chaos.

The Rintos household staff are immune to this.

There’s hardly a day when Dallyn doesn’t infuriate the Butler Rinto.

She’s the only one who dares to create such a ruckus in the entire Rintos household.

“Mistress, save me, my dad wants to kill me.” Dallyn ran into Aubree’s bedroom and saw her kneeling and sitting in front of the Buddha’s statues from the west.

The room was filled with the scent of burning incense, and the slender, straight silhouette of the young lady was as steady as an old pine tree, inexplicably serene.

Dallyn could feel the devout atmosphere, she instinctively shut her mouth and quietly knelt and sit behind Aubree.

In the long silence, she started to become restless and sneaked a peek at Aubree.

Unable to help herself, she wiggled on the meditation cushion.

How does the Mistress stay motionless for such a long time?

She must be incredibly strong.

“Cross your feet, keep your back straight, relax your shoulders, hold your head in the middle, lick your upper palate, and form the meditation mudra below your navel.”

Dallyn recalled the meditation posture that Aubree had once taught her.

While in the hospital, Mistress meditated diligently every day.

She learned along but didn’t understand, so Mistress specifically taught her the essentials of meditation posture.

Once Dallyn sat down properly, she remembered the teachings about taming the mind that Aubree had taught her.

At first, it was impossible to discard all thoughts, one thought died down and another arose, like wild grass in a wasteland, growing uncontrollably.

It felt as if a wild monkey lived inside her body, controlling all her thoughts and actions.

She now planned to kill this monkey and regain control.

Thoughts get busy with hearing, and hearing digs its roots into intentions, the thought rises but does not follow…

Gradually, Dallyn’s breathing stabilized, her mind was blank, and her body felt like it was floating on a cloud, light as a feather.

It seemed like she could smell the scent of cooking pork ribs from the kitchen downstairs, hear the distant barking of dogs, and feel time slipping briskly through her fingers.

The mundane hustle, the torrent of illusory thoughts, everything faded like smoke in the wind.

At this moment, she was the only one between heaven and earth.

There came a sound from the car engine outside the window.

Master McKay is back!

The thought arose, and it was hard to keep it at bay.

She became restless, opened her eyes, and let out a frustrated sigh.

The last bit of incense in the burner had finally burned out.

Aubree slowly opened her eyes, “To restrain all senses, let pure thoughts follow.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, only the hearing and thinking consciousness are hard to control.

Reciting the mantra, word by word, let it pass through the depths of your heart, listen clearly, restrain your senses, be mindful of your hearing, thoughts arise but do not follow.”

Dallyn stuck out her tongue, “Mistress, I understand.