553: Chapter 262: Mantra Buddha Resound, Universal Salvation of All Beings!_1 553: Chapter 262: Mantra Buddha Resound, Universal Salvation of All Beings!_1 Lin Baici was too young, and with good looks and a great figure, so when people first saw him, they would always notice his appearance and harbor doubts about his actual abilities.
Because youth often implies unreliability.
Lin Baici followed by Kim Myungjin’s side, neither talkative nor with wandering eyes, his composed deanor caused Jin Dongcheng to inadvertently sneer.
The villa of the Jin family’s elder was decorated by a master architect, even the paintings on the walls and the vases and green plants in the corridor were the epito of elegance and luxury.
This kid is either pretending to be indifferent or knows nothing.
[A lazy, untalented second-generation rich kid who thinks he’s gifted—if the Da Xian Conglorate falls into his hands, it’s dood for sure!]
[In summary, a worthless dessert that isn’t even worth a bite when given away for free!]
Lin Baici looked back at Jin Dongcheng and couldn’t help but sigh.
One’s destiny, second only to fate and feng shui, is to be born a Roman, envied by the common people.
Jin Mo’s bedroom was on the third floor, and as soon as Lin Baici ca up, without even activating A Sip of A Hundred Flavors, a nauseating, strange stench hit his nose.
It was a bit like a mixture of old person sll and rotten eggs.
[Ah, an aura of being cursed.
Staying in such an environnt often would infect a person with depression, making them weak and sickly.]
Eater God’s review: “Advise to leave imdiately!”
But of course, leaving was out of the question.
Lin Baici followed Kim Myungjin into the master bedroom.
Damn!
The room was spacious, more than twice the size of Lin Baici’s ho in Guangqing, the life of the wealthy is truly opulent and comfortable.
“Grandpa!”
Kim Myungjin called out and hurried to the bed: “Grandpa!”
On the big bed, Jin Mo lay with his eyes closed, his breathing weak, showing signs that he could suffocate to death at any mont.
“Stop shouting, Grandpa needs quiet.”
Jin Dongcheng complained.
Kim Myungjin turned her head and glared fiercely at Jin Dongcheng; although she was not very close to her grandfather, she was quite angry to see how Jin Mo had deteriorated under their care.
“You’ve seen him, can you leave now?”
Jin Dongcheng couldn’t care less about Kim Myungjin.
Such is the confidence of the legitimate eldest grandson.
Lin Baici couldn’t stand it any longer: “For so inheritance, is it worth it?
To even deprive her of the right to see her grandfather?”
“So?”
Jin Dongcheng, not deeply scheming, upon hearing this mocked, “This ‘so’, your entire family could work from the Stone Age in 996 fashion, and still not make back one ten-thousandth.”
[A cursed old man, trapped in frequent nightmares from which he cannot escape, if this continues, he will be cut off from life.]
Eater God comnted.
“Is it caused by Taboo things?”
Lin Baici was curious; it seed Jin Mo was not sick but had been plotted against.
Was it a business rival?
Or Kim Myungjin’s uncles who couldn’t wait to rise to power?
Eater God did not respond, obviously too lazy to answer such a simple question.
“When will my grandfather wake up?”
Kim Myungjin tucked the blanket for Jin Mo and asked a Filipino maid standing by.
“The master would wake up once every four or five days, but the interval has been increasing over the past half month, and when he wakes up, he falls asleep again within minutes.”
The Filipino maid flipped open a notebook that had detailed records.
“Let see it!”
Kim Myungjin reached out her hand.
The Filipino maid looked at Jin Dongcheng.
“Grandpa just woke up yesterday, you’re not coming at the right ti.”
Kim Dongcheng chuckled, gesturing to the maid to hand the notebook to Kim Myungjin.
When soone is dying, even if you stare at that notebook until flowers bloom from it, it’s useless.
“Grandpa, I’ve t a man I like, I’ve brought him to see you!”
Kim Myungjin knelt by the bed on one knee, holding Jin Mo’s hand, talking to him.
Kim Dongcheng yawned, sat down next to the sofa, and started playing with his phone.
Alas!
Just die already, Jin Mo; once you’re dead, I can go out and have fun.
Lin Baici listened to Kim Myungjin’s soft confessions, treating this as their final goodbye; he felt sowhat distressed and thought at least he should find a way to awaken Jin Mo, to reply to her.
A curse?
Nightmares?
Lin Baici silently thought about Jin Mo’s symptoms when suddenly an idea struck him—could reciting scriptures purify the curse?
At the very least, it might help Jin Mo concentrate and clear his mind, and stop the nightmares, right?
No sooner thought than done, Lin Baici activated the Mantra Buddha Resound and began reciting the Diamond Sutra.
The ethereal and lodious voice resonated in the master bedroom, as though a master was sitting beneath a Bodhi tree, preaching and teaching, unraveling mysteries for all sentient beings.
Each word a gem, each sentence a chant!
Kim Dongcheng was chatting with a married woman he had just hooked up with; he didn’t fancy female celebrities or girl group mbers—he preferred this thrill.
After transferring a huge red packet, the woman, who had been reserved a mont ago, complained it was hot in the room and took off one of her coats.
“Baby, you have such a great figure!”
Just as Kim Dongcheng was pondering how to persuade the woman to strip and perform a steamy dance, he suddenly heard the recitation of scriptures.
The sound was like boiling water poured over ice and snow, dousing Kim Dongcheng’s lust instantly.
“Xiba!”
Kim Dongcheng cursed, the woman who had seed so beautiful and tempting just monts before now appeared loathso and repulsive in his eyes.
Why am I doing this?
Isn’t it just lowbrow?
Brewing a pot of tea, watching the sunset, feeling the winter wind, gazing at the lingering clouds, and observing geese migrating south—isn’t that more interesting than watching a woman dance?
With a snap, Kim Dongcheng turned off his phone; he stood up, his reason telling him that he should make Kim Myungjin leave and stop bothering grandpa, but suddenly it seed to not matter at all to him.
So what if Kim Myungjin gets grandpa’s inheritance?
It’s just material possessions after all!
Kim Dongcheng humd a tune and left the bedroom.
As the eldest young master of the Kim family who indulged in luxury, his willpower had long been worn down, so after Lin Baici recited a few scriptures, he couldn’t take it anymore.
With the obstruction gone, Jin Mo still showed no signs of waking up; however, the pained expression that seed to bear a great deal of suffering had eased up considerably.
“Oppa!”
Kim Myungjin looked towards Lin Baici, hoping he believed there was hope.
“Reciting doesn’t work?
Or is it the wrong scripture?”
After thinking for a bit, Lin Baici switched to a passage of scripture he had heard in the main hall of Dragon Temple.
It was worth a shot to try it like a desperate asure!
Lin Baici’s voice, clean and clear as winter’s falling snow, seed to wash away the filth off the earth; the maid, who had been imrsed in the chanting, couldn’t resist and knelt down.
She folded her hands in front of her, bowed her forehead to them like making a prostration to the gods, and perford one to Lin Baici.
Kim Myungjin was also influenced; previously saddened by her grandpa’s impending death, she was now feeling much better, having co to terms with life and death.
“Oppa, thank you!”
Kim Myungjin wiped the tears from her face, feeling that this passage was the best farewell for her grandpa: “Let’s go!
We shouldn’t disturb grandpa’s rest anymore!”
Just as the Goryeo girl stood up, Jin Mo on the bed abruptly opened his eyes.
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