The melodies were not ordinary; they had a profoundness that surpassed any ordinary music. The music reminded them of the “Mantra of Great Compassion” on Earth, but it carried a thousandfold more depth.
Initially, the audience’s reaction was, “What? Brother Jing, you’re so talented in playing the Zither so why play Buddhist Music with it?” However, as they listened closely, they found it pleasant.
They couldn’t help but be drawn into it and as the music continued, they became more and more captivated, gradually immersing themselves in its beauty. The music had a profound effect on their state of mind.
At the Buddhist Monastery, Zhou Hongyuan happened to have some free time and stumbled upon Su Jing’s Weibo post. Feeling intrigued, he entered the Live Streaming room with the intention of taking a casual look.
However, as soon as he heard the music, his eyes lit up with excitement. He became increasingly engrossed and found himself completely absorbed in it.
Some Weibo influencers and news reporters, upon hearing about Su Jing’s Live Streaming, joined the stream as soon as possible. They considered it an excellent material for comments and news.
Initially, when they heard that Su Jing would be playing Buddhist music, they felt a tinge of disappointment in their hearts, assuming that it wouldn’t generate much excitement. From the public.
However, they quickly realized that they were wrong. They even forgot about gathering information and collecting materials for the news as they became completely engrossed in the music.
As for Wei Xiaoxuan, Su Ti, Zheng Nan, and others, upon hearing about Su Jing’s Live Streaming, they were left speechless.
They had been assigned to gather information about attention-grabbing events by Su Jing, but Su Jing had started the Live Streaming so quickly.
When they saw him in a robe, they couldn’t help but laugh a little. However, as soon as they heard Su Jing’s performance, their laughter transformed into an infatuated state.
All the viewers who tuned into the Live Streaming were captivated by Su Jing’s performance. Even those who joined later and only heard half of the music found themselves entranced by its power.
Their states of mind were influenced, and they were immersed in the Zen-like atmosphere of the “Mantra of Great Compassion.” They reflected on their own actions and felt a deep sense of compassion arising within their hearts.
After more than five minutes, Su Jing finally finished playing the Zither, and the Live Streaming room fell into complete silence because everyone was still lost in their thoughts.
It wasn’t until exactly 7-8 seconds had passed that people gradually started to speak, and then the chat became popular, with the audience going crazy with excitement.
“It sounds so beautiful. I never knew Buddhist music could be this good.”
“It’s amazing! I’m completely enchanted by it.”
“Is it just me, or do I feel like my entire being has been elevated?”
In an ordinary apartment, a woman in her thirties, dressed in business attire but wearing slippers, was watching the Live Streaming on her computer. A girl of about ten years old was diligently mopping the floor, struggling to handle the mop as her body glistened with sweat.
This was a typical blended family, and the woman was the girl’s stepmother. She hadn’t developed a fondness for the girl and often treated her poorly, venting her frustrations on her when she was in a bad mood. The girl’s father initially tried to intervene but eventually turned a blind eye to it.
As the woman finished listening to the “Mantra of Great Compassion,” she turned her head and looked at the exhausted girl, overcome with a strong sense of guilt.
At that moment, she realized the gravity of her actions as a mother. How could she mistreat a child like this?
Even if the girl wasn’t her biological child, she was her husband’s flesh and blood. The girl called her “Mom” every day. How could she bully such a well-behaved and obedient child?
“Xiao Cai, you can stop now,” The middle-aged woman hurriedly said.
“Mom, please don’t be angry. I’ll work faster and finish this soon,” The little girl, thinking that her mother was about to scold her for being slow as usual, panicked and quickly replied.
Seeing the girl’s anxious reaction, the middle-aged woman felt even more remorseful. She walked over and gently touched the girl’s head, then carried her to the bathroom.
While running the water, she said, “Xiao Cai, it was mom’s fault before. Mom treated you badly, but it won’t happen again. Can you forgive me? You’re all sweaty. Take a bath first, and I’ll finish mopping the floor. Then, I’ll cook something delicious for you. Let’s wait for your dad to come back and eat together, okay?”
“Okay,” The little girl replied timidly. She was still adjusting to her stepmother’s sudden change in attitude, but she could clearly feel a hint of warmth.
In another household, a middle-aged woman was sitting and watching the Live Streaming, snacking on melon seeds. A hunchbacked elderly woman in her 60s or 70s was washing vegetables and cooking, her movements becoming less agile due to her age.
The middle-aged woman was the elderly woman’s daughter-in-law. Like many mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships, their dynamic wasn’t ideal.
In some families, the mother-in-law held the power and the daughter-in-law was bullied, while in other families, it was the opposite.
This particular household belonged to the latter category. As the son grew up and became capable, he forgot how his mother had raised him and allowed his wife to mistreat his mother as she pleased.
However, at this moment, the middle-aged woman had just finished listening to the “Mantra of Great Compassion.” She walked into the kitchen, looked at the elderly woman’s hunched figure, and suddenly felt a strong sense of empathy.
Perhaps it was because she had been too assertive in the past and hadn’t shown much kindness but she quietly went forward and offered to help and the elderly woman was taken aback by her daughter-in-law’s sudden assistance but soon broke into a smile.
Meanwhile, in a suburban area, a van drove by with three unconscious native dogs in the back.
In the front seats sat two young men, known as the legendary dog dealers, who had just captured several dogs from the village. In rural areas, native dogs were usually allowed to roam freely, making them easier to catch.
The young man in his early twenties sitting in the passenger seat, his face covered in acne, was watching Su Jing’s Live Streaming with earphones on. After listening to the “Mantra of Great Compassion,” he suddenly burst into tears, overwhelmed by his emotions.
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