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Chapter 137 Buddhism
Melania couldn't bear it anymore and hung up the phone, her heart full of anger and grievance.

So, she decided to post a complaint about this abominable customer service on the Internet.

However, when she sent the message, something unexpected happened.

She was extremely disappointed by the reactions of netizens. The comments section was almost full of ridicule and attacks:
"The creation of a virtual game world depends on your inner heart. In other words, a mentally ill person cannot create a sunny and cheerful virtual world."

"Ms. Melania, you should check whether you have any mental illness!"

"Melania? This name sounds familiar. Isn't she the ex-wife of the most failed US President Trump?"

"That's her. She's out of touch with the times and doesn't understand the rapid development of modern technology."

The sarcasm and ridicule seemed to pierce Melania like countless sharp blades.

Self-esteem is hit hard.

Melania burst into tears.

The past few decades seemed to reappear in an instant, and she couldn't help but reflect on how she had come to this point step by step?

This virtual game was originally her hope for finding happiness, but unexpectedly it became the source of a new round of pain for her.

Melania couldn't bear it for a while.

She felt alone, as if the whole world was against her.

Despair surged over her like a tide and she closed her eyes, trying to escape it all.

Just when Melania was in despair, a message on her mobile phone caught her eye and attracted her attention.

The message came from a strange mysterious netizen:

"Dear Ms. Melania, you may be suffering from depression like me. Do you feel that life is terrible and every day of your life is painful?"

These few short sentences touched Melania's deepest pain point.

Without thinking too much, she immediately replied to the netizen.

"Yes, I feel just like you said. I wake up every day feeling exhausted and weak. The suffering in life is like an endless cage that makes me see no hope."

After a moment, the mysterious netizen replied:
"Go to the temple and spend some time there to clear your mind. I once fell into depression, and it was after I spent some time in the temple that I came out of it."

Melania was stunned.

temple?

She had never thought of it that way.

With a hint of doubt and uncertainty, Melania looked up the Buddhist culture in the United States.

Although Christianity is the mainstream culture in the United States, there are also about 600,000 Buddhists scattered in states such as Utah, Arizona, and Washington.

Melania found the largest temple in North America, the Majestic Temple in New York.

It was a solemn Buddhist temple, and its long history and tranquil environment attracted her.

A few days later, seventy-year-old Melania arrived at the Grand Temple.

Standing at the door of the temple, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

This also made her look forward to it.

At the Zhuangyan Temple, Melania met the abbot, Master Xianming.

An old monk with a kind face and gentle eyes.

Melania complained to Master Xianming:
"Master, I have a hard life. My life is terrible and full of suffering."

Melania confided her misfortunes in life to Master Xianming, as if she wanted to vent all the words that were suppressed in her heart. Master Xianming listened quietly, looking at Melania with calm and gentle eyes.

After she finished speaking, Master Xianming clasped his hands together and whispered:

"Amitabha, you are attached to appearances. Let go of one thought and you will be free."

Melania was confused and asked with a frown:
"Master, what do you mean? I don't understand."

Master Xianming smiled slightly and motioned for Melania to wait a moment.

He called his disciples to fetch an exquisite Buddhist porcelain and handed it to Melania.

Melania took the porcelain and examined it carefully.

The surface of the porcelain is engraved with exquisite lotus patterns, and the yellow glaze background sets off the green glaze painting, as if a lotus is blooming in her hands.

This porcelain is extremely exquisite, exuding a solemn and tranquil beauty.

"Does it look good?"

Master Xianming asked her with a smile.

Melania nodded and exclaimed:

“Exquisite craftsmanship, very beautiful!”

She was attracted by the exquisiteness of the porcelain and felt a long-lost peace in her heart.

However, just as Melania was admiring the beauty of the porcelain.

Master Xianming suddenly reached out, snatched the porcelain from her hand without hesitation, and threw it to the ground.

With a crisp shattering sound, the porcelain turned into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

This move surprised Melania. She stared at the debris on the ground with wide eyes, shocked.

She looked at Master Xianming in disbelief:

"Master, such a beautiful porcelain, why did you break it?"

Master Xianming smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he signaled the disciple beside him to bring another piece of porcelain.

This time, the disciple brought a piece of porcelain clay that had not yet been fired.

It has no glaze and no exquisite patterns. Its surface is rough and dull, and it is inconspicuous.

The wizard picked up the clay figurine and smashed it to the ground without hesitation, with the clay fragments scattering everywhere.

"Donor, do you still feel it's a pity this time?"

Master Xianming asked calmly.

Melania was stunned for a moment and shook her head.

Compared with the exquisite porcelain just now, this is just an ordinary clay embryo and there is nothing to regret.

Master Xianming looked deep in his eyes and said slowly:
"Donor, the pain in life comes from obsession. The reason you feel heartache is because of your obsession.

"The more you care about something, the more painful it is when you lose it. This clay figurine is crude, but because you don't care about it, you won't feel sorry when it breaks.

"Donor, isn't your life like this too?"

Melania listened silently, with ripples in her heart.

Master Xianming's words obviously touched her.

(End of this chapter)