The old nun lowered her eyelids and joined her hands before her, sighing. "It is in your life. No need to resign to your fate."
Qianlie seemed to be stricken by thunder, looking absent-minded. After a long time of silence, she prostrated. "Grandma, please help me."
"Amitabha!"
The old nun drooped her eyelids and said peacefully, "His destiny is wronged by women. One woman is one disaster. No one can help him but himself. Your entire life is full of suffering. Why not follow me to practice Buddhism?"
"But he is also your grandson, don't you want to save him from trouble?" Ding Qianlie begged sadly.
The old nun finally raised her head, looked at her coldly, and sighed. "I am away from the mundane world. My Buddhist name is Jingxin. I have no relatives or friends, and how can I have
