"Ming Jing, Ming Jing, I found this wild rabbit on the mountain behind us. Since Master is not here, let's roast it. Our juniors are so thin, they need to nourish their bodies. It's so cold this winter, we need more food to get through it."
The young girl with big eyes, wearing a wide, washed-out robe, excitedly ran in holding an injured wild rabbit.
Ming Jing was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, her eyes filled with compassion as she looked at the struggling rabbit.
Like a protective mother hen, the girl quickly hid the rabbit behind her back. "Don't talk to me about how monks don't kill. I've heard it so much my ears are calloused. The juniors are not like you – they didn't grow up with such abundance, and need nourishment. They're so skinny, like little chicks. If you don't care about them, I will."
"Senior, I'll recite a passage from the Rebirth Mantra, and you can go." Ming Jing said.