Wu Ming pinched himself, it hurt! It was not a dream!
Wu Ming looked at Fang Zheng in fear and shouted: "Fang Zheng? Are you a human or a ghost?"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter whether the poor monk is a human or a ghost. What matters is that you are a ghost. You are already dead. Do you have any last words?"
When Wu Ming heard that he was dead, he thought of his family and the past, and collapsed on the spot. He covered his face, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly: "I am dead? I am actually dead? How is it possible? I am not willing to accept it.
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"You still don't know your mistake until now?" Fang Zheng asked.
"I know I'm wrong, but I can't help it! I just want to live well and let my wife and children live happily. Is there anything wrong? The money in the temple can be given to the so-called poor people.
Can't you just give it to me? Why can they get funding but I can't? I'm not convinced!" Wu Ming shouted.
"What do you want so much money for?" Fang Zheng asked.
"After a lifetime of hardship, of course I have to live a good life, and my children are getting older. I have to prepare a wife's book and a business book for them, right?" Wu Ming said confidently.
"You have a family, and you still become a monk?" Fang Zheng was stunned, but he didn't expect Wuming to have a family.
Wu Ming said: "Do you think I want to? But I have no other choice. I am in debt and have no place to run. I have to become a monk in the end. How many monks are there? With so much money, I can just grab a few handfuls and it will be enough to live on.
It's a pity that Hongyan fool is so pedantic that he doesn't keep any money but donates it! What a fool! If it were me, I would keep the money, expand the temple, absorb more incense, and earn more
A lot of money. Use money to make money, the temple will gain reputation, and I will make money, wouldn’t everyone be happy?”
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Is money really that important? You haven't been home for a long time because of money."
"It's been ten years. The moment I left home, I had no shame in going back. I couldn't go back unless I made enough money, so I had to make money! I had to make more money, and I had no choice!"
Wu Ming shouted a little crazy.
"How can one become a Buddha with such a heavy obsession?" Fang Zheng shook his head slightly. He did not expect that Wu Ming's obsession would be so serious. He had been away from home for ten years, hiding in a temple to avoid creditors, in order to make money and have the dignity to go home...
With such obsession, it's no wonder that Master Hongyan couldn't save him.
"So what if I become a Buddha? Will becoming a Buddha free me? I just want money, but you ruined everything! I am dead, but I curse you not to die well!" Wu Ming shouted fiercely.
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Fang Zheng disagreed and said with a chuckle: "I'm dead, so what? I'll give you a chance and send you home to see you, will you go?"
"Go, of course!" Wu Ming immediately shouted. For ten years, he has dreamed of going home! Now that he can go back and see it, of course he wants to!
Fang Zheng nodded and waved his hand. Wu Ming felt that the world had changed, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the door of his home.
He was timid near home. Now that he is dead, he will be even more so when he comes back. He is afraid that after entering, the yin and yang will be separated and they will not be able to recognize each other. What's more, he is afraid that when he opens the door, he will find changes in the family that he cannot accept! How is his former wife? What happened to the children?
How's it going? Although he would ask someone to visit them every year and bring back some news about them, the news was not good. But he always believed that everything was the fault of money. Once you have money, those things will disappear.
It can be solved easily, so he keeps working hard and never relaxes.
Wu Ming raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, when he heard the sound of smashing from inside. Wu Ming's heart trembled. Is there a thief in the house? He rushed in, and his soul passed through the wall and entered the room.
I saw a middle-aged woman with gray hair sitting in the house, sitting on the ground crying.
The two men were fighting in the house. The TV was smashed, the sofa was overturned, and the house was in a mess!
"Wife, wife, what's going on?" Wu Ming rushed to the middle-aged woman and asked.
It's a pity that the woman couldn't see him or hear him speak. She saw the two men fighting and cried: "Stop fighting, stop fighting... Stop it! Your father's bones are still cold, is this all you do?"
"I don't care, you are partial, why should you give so much compensation to your eldest brother? If he wants to get married, won't I get married? You must give me half of the compensation! I don't want one more point, and you can't do one less!" shouted a man.
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Another older man said angrily: "You don't even have a girlfriend, so what money do you want? Are you going to gamble again?"
"What's wrong with gambling? I can still win money by gambling, but what about you? What else can you do besides cheating on your old age? How much money can you make in a year with your little shabby stall?" shouted the younger brother.
"You...you...you are trying to make me angry to death." The woman cried loudly.
"You were the ones who made me angry first. Let me tell you, if we lose even one penny, we will be finished!" The younger brother slammed the door and left.
The brother came over and coaxed the woman: "Mom, why don't you give some money to your brother?"
"No, don't you know who he is? Give it to him? How much should you give him? Still not losing?" The woman shook her head, then returned to the room and locked herself up.
He closed the door, hugged Wu Ming's photo, and cried even more sadly: "Sun Wuben, Sun Wuben, is this what you said, money can solve everything? If you die, you will have more money, but the child will be finished... Go and pat your butt.
You have become a monk, but have you ever thought about us? I raised two children by myself, and they have been as if they had no father since they were young. They have been looked down upon outside, the eldest brother feels inferior and gives up on himself, and the second child goes out to fool around with others, and is very brave and fierce. Now you are gone.
, the compensation has arrived, it’s hundreds of thousands, but our family is ruined! We can never go back to the beginning...
Although we were poor back then, even though you failed in your business, we were still a complete family. What about now? Do we still have a family now? It’s all over, over..."
After the woman finished speaking, she took out a knife and committed suicide by cutting her wrists!
"No, no!" Wu Ming kept shouting when he saw this scene, but the other party couldn't hear him at all.
When he saw the woman's wrists were bleeding profusely and her face was getting paler, Wu Ming cried. He knelt in front of the woman, slapped his big mouth, and shouted: "Honey, I was wrong!
I'm not a human! I only want you for the money to go to TM! Everything I do is for this family...55555...I was wrong, I'll come back, I'll come back! Founder, I know you are still here,
Please, save my wife! Save her! As long as you save her, I will promise you anything!"
"Amitabha, Wu Ming, you are already dead and the money has been compensated. Aren't you still satisfied? Don't you think that all cause and effect is because of money?" The void shook, and Fang Zheng appeared out of thin air, wearing a white monk's robe.
On the body, it looks more and more sacred and solemn.
"What's the use of having more money? How painful is a wife without a husband? How painful is a child without a father? I don't want them to go astray... Maybe I was wrong from the beginning. I always thought of making a lot of money.
, and then go back and let them live a happy life.
But it's all wrong... This is not what I want, no!" Wu Ming turned around and looked at the dilapidated home and his wife lying on the bed, bursting into tears.