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Chapter 149

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Wu Ming pinched himself. It hurt! It was not a dream!

Wu Ming looked at Fangzheng in horror. "Fangzheng? Are you a human or a ghost? "

Fangzheng smiled. "It doesn't matter if This Penniless Monk is a human or a ghost. What's important is that you are a ghost. You are already dead. Do you have any last words?"

Upon hearing that he was dead, Wu Ming thought of his family and his past. He broke down on the spot as he covered his face and knelt on the ground. He wailed, "I'm dead? I'm actually dead? How is that possible? I can't accept it. "

"Do you still not know your mistakes?" asked Fangzheng.

"I know I was wrong, but I had no other choice! All I wanted was to live on well. I wanted my wife and child to live happily. What's wrong with that? The monastery's money can be given to the so-called poor, but why can't it be given to me? Why can they receive financial aid but I can't? I can't accept it! "Wu Ming yelled.

"What do you need so much money for?" asked Fangzheng.

"I've suffered all my life, so I obviously want to lead a good life. My children are getting older. I have to prepare a wife and business for them, right?" said Wu Ming matter-of-factly.

"You still became a monk when you have a family?" Fangzheng was surprised. He never expected Wu Ming to have a family.

Wu Ming said, "Do you think I want to? But I have no other path. I'm in debt and have nowhere to run. Finally, I can only become a monk. How much money do monks have? With so much money, just a few handfuls of it would be enough for me to live a good life. Unfortunately, that idiot, Hongyan, was too stubborn. He did not keep the money he had and instead donated it! What a fool! If it were me, I would have kept the money to expand the monastery to attract more incense offerings and earn more money. Using money to earn money, the monastery would gain reputation and I would earn money. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation? "

Fangzheng smiled. "Is money really that important? You haven't returned home in a long time because of money, right? "

"It's been ten years. The moment I left home, I was too ashamed to return. If I don't earn enough money, I won't be able to return. Therefore, I have to earn money! I have to earn more money. I have no other choice! "Wu Ming yelled somewhat crazily.

"How can one become Buddha with such strong obsessions?" Fangzheng shook his head slightly. He never expected Wu Ming's obsessions to be so intense. Leaving home for ten years, hiding in the temple to avoid his creditors, all for the sake of earning money … With such an obsession, it was no wonder that Mage Hongyan could not redeem him.

"So what if I become a Buddha? Can becoming a Buddha free me? All I wanted was money, but you ruined everything! I might be dead, but I curse you to die a horrible death! "Wu Ming shouted fiercely.

Fangzheng thought nothing of it as he chuckled. "What's done is done. So what? I'll give you a chance. I'll send you home. Do you want to go? "

"Yes, of course!" Wu Ming immediately shouted. It had been ten years. He had been dreaming of returning home! Now that he could go back and take a look, of course he wanted to!

Fangzheng nodded and waved his hand. Wu Ming felt the world around him change. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his doorstep.

Now that he was dead, it was even more so when he came back. He was afraid that when he went back, he would be separated by Yin and Yang, unable to recognize each other. He was even more afraid that after he opened the door, he would be unable to accept the changes in his family! What happened to his ex-wife? How were their children? Although he would send people to visit them every year and bring back news about them, the news was not good. However, he always believed that everything was the fault of money. With money, those problems could be easily resolved. Therefore, he had always worked hard and never slacked off.

Wu Ming raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when he heard the sound of something smashing inside. Wu Ming's heart palpitated. Was there a thief at home? He charged in and his soul penetrated the wall and entered the room.

He saw a middle-aged woman sitting in the room. Her hair was white and she was crying on the ground.

Two men were fighting in the room. The television was smashed and the sofa was overturned. The room was in a mess!

"Dear, dear, what happened?" Wu Ming rushed to the middle-aged woman's side and asked.

Unfortunately, the woman could not see or hear him. When she saw the two men fighting, she wailed, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Both of you stop! Your father's corpse has yet to turn cold. Is this all you can do? "

"I don't care. You are biased. What right do you have to give Brother so much compensation? Do you think I can't get married just because he wants to get married? You have to give me half of the compensation! I don't want a cent more or a cent less! "a man shouted.

The older man said angrily, "You don't even have a girlfriend. Why do you want money? Are you gambling again? "

"So what if I gamble? I can win money from gambling. What about you? Other than living off your parents, what else can you do? How much can your crappy stall earn a year? "the younger brother shouted.

"You … You … Are you trying to infuriate me to death?" The woman wailed.

"You were the one who infuriated me first. I'm telling you. If there's a cent less, it will not end between us!" The younger brother slammed the door and left.

The elder brother walked over and coaxed the woman. "Mom, why don't you give the money to Brother?"

"No. Don't you know what kind of person he is? Give it to him? No matter how much we give him, he will still lose. "The woman shook her head before returning to her room and locking herself up.

She closed the door and hugged Wu Ming's photo. She cried even more sadly. "Sun Wuben, Sun Wuben. Is this what you meant when you said money could solve everything? You will have more money after you die, but the children will be finished. Did you think of us when you became a monk? I raised two children alone. They were like fatherless children from a young age. They were looked down upon outside. The eldest son felt inferior and abandoned himself. The second son fooled around with others and was very aggressive. Now that you are gone, the compensation has arrived. It's hundreds of thousands, but our family is finished! We can no longer return to the past.

Back then, although we were poor and your business failed, we were still a complete family. But now? Do we still have a family? It's all over. It's all over. "

After the woman said that, she took out a knife and slit her wrist!

"No, no!" Wu Ming kept shouting when he saw this scene. However, she could not hear him at all.

When he saw the blood flowing from the woman's wrist and how her face turned paler, Wu Ming cried. He knelt in front of the woman and slapped himself in the mouth. He shouted, "Dear, I was wrong! I'm not human! F * * k the money. I only want you! Everything I did was for this family. 55555. I was wrong. I'm back. I'm back! Fangzheng, I know you are still around. I beg you, save my wife! Save her! As long as you save her, I'll agree to anything! "

"Amitabha. Wu Ming, you are already dead. The money has been compensated. Are you still not satisfied? Don't you believe that all karma is because of money? " The void quaked as Fangzheng appeared out of thin air. He was dressed in white monk robes, making him look even more sacred and solemn.

"What's the point of having so much money? How painful is it for a wife without a husband? How painful is it for a child without a father? I do not want them to walk down the wrong path. Perhaps, I was wrong from the beginning. I always thought of earning a lot of money and returning them to live a happy life.

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