After a long silence, a faint voice of a young girl emerged from the shadows: "The three realms are full of suffering, like a burning house. Fear overwhelms as one deeply observes good and evil, and one who fears will not commit evil deeds, ultimately bringing peace and happiness..."
The cold, ethereal chanting was easily drowned out by the noise at the scene, but it fell inside Zheng Qing's ears without missing a word.
Zheng Qing cleared his ears: "All you always do is recite sutras, my lady. Can Buddha save these poor girls?"
Zheng Qing used to be intrigued, but recently grew more and more annoyed. Her youth should not be bound by ancient scriptures and Buddha. She embodied the old saying "being free of desire brings resilience" perfectly, yet Zheng Qing hoped she could live like a real teenager, with laughter and tears, sorrow and joy – not necessarily smart, but living her life with all her heart.
"Buddha cannot save everyone, people must save themselves."