Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

Wuchen sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, thinking about the places and courtyards in Huocheng that the people said when he went down the mountain the day before yesterday, and his eyes were peaceful and distant.

He was twirling Buddhist beads in his hand and muttering the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

The old have someone to rely on, the young have someone to support them, women have nothing to abandon, and people have something to learn!

That kind of vision was also what my mother expected. She taught herself many times when she was young that she would definitely give all people such a prosperous life in the future.

Wuchen closed his eyes, and the voice and smile of his mother, Queen Zhaoyuan, appeared in his eyes, as if she was calling him softly in front of the desk,

"Yao'er!"

The dust-free face is gentle and the thin lips are slightly moving.

That look, as if he was born to see through the world, was filled with emotions.

But when he was about to say "mother", he turned into a cold skeleton covered with scars.

Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of blood in them.

He twisted the beads in his hand faster, and the sound of murmuring Buddha's words became more obvious...

"Master Wuchen!" Bai Xueru came to the hall where he was under the guidance of the little novice monk as soon as he arrived.

Wuchen lowered his eyelashes slightly, stood up and looked at Bai Xueru. Like her mother, she is a person who focuses on the common people...

With eyes as calm as water, he saluted Bai Xueru, "Amitabha!"

Bai Xueru returned the greeting with folded hands, her face calm.

Wuchen's voice was calm: "Donor, but I want to donate money for incense."

Bai Xueru nodded, there are all monks here, why would you come here if you don't donate money?

But he still said, "I have been taught by the master and cannot bear the suffering of sentient beings. I want to do something for them. Donating some incense money can be considered as a good deed."

Wuchen glanced at Bai Xueru with his plain eyes. He had never told her to donate incense money.

Bai Xueru took out thirty thousand taels and handed it over, "Excuse me, Master."

Wuchen's eyes were calm, and he lowered his eyelashes slightly, "Donors don't have to be like this every month. Just be willing,"

The money she paid for Huo Cheng almost equaled half of the national treasury. Regardless of his status, this family cannot withstand such a defeat.

There was a faint smile on Bai Xueru's face, "Life is like a dream, life is just a snap. It's useless if I keep too much. Why don't I leave it to Master to save all sentient beings."

In fact, he just wanted to earn more points, but Bai Xueru looked shameless and found a high-sounding and reasonable reason for himself.

Wuchen's lips moved slightly, would it be enough to save all sentient beings by leaving it to him? not necessarily……

When Bai Xueru saw that he hadn't taken it, she was still gentle and compassionate, standing there with a calm face, like an extraordinary person, with a sense of distance around her.

It seems that nothing can shake his mind.

"Master Wuchen!"

Wuchen looked at Bai Xueru and spoke calmly,

"Donors don't have to go through the hands of poor monks. If you want to donate, just put it in!" She is not the person she thought she would be able to save all sentient beings.

How can that work?

Bai Xueru frowned, the important thing was him,

Then she looked at him with gentle eyes, "I can rest assured if you leave it to Master!" Only then can you earn points!

He is the only one who comes to donate money for incense. If he is no longer here one day, I am afraid that he will not be so diligent and come to offer incense on the fifteenth day of every month!

There was a noise in the palace behind him. Bai Xueru stuffed the banknote into Wuchen's hand and followed the sound.

Wu Chen lowered his eyes, all sentient beings are suffering and the only way to overcome it is by yourself! What if you can't make it through?

He clenched the banknote in his right hand tightly, and the Buddhist beads in his left hand were shaking...

In the hall opposite,

The middle-aged man who had kowtowed nine times sincerely last time when he came here was lame on one leg, stooped back, and his eyes were red and swollen. He was holding a hoe and wanted to smash the Buddha statue. The other monks were trying to stop him.

The man shouted heartbreakingly,

"Go away, I begged him so many times, but he didn't bless me. My son was born with a disability and paralysis. The doctor said he will die soon. My wife is coughing up blood every day. She is too worried and there is no cure!"

"I kneel all the way from home to this place every day. Even if I broke my leg last month, I never stopped. All I want is for their health. But he, looking at the world with cold eyes, why should he be worshiped here?"

"I went back to worship Buddha the day before yesterday. When I got home, my son and mother-in-law were both dead."

"You monks say, what's the point of worshiping him?"

"Did he bless you? He never bless me." The man cried like a child, with runny nose and tears.

The surrounding monks looked at each other with complicated expressions. They all knew this man, who lived at the foot of the mountain. They knelt down devoutly from the door of his house to the front of the temple every day.

Wuchen looked at the scene over there with indifferent eyes.

It seemed that he was not angry when others smashed the Buddha statue. Bai Xueru sighed secretly, he was worthy of being a holy monk. Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, and have a transcendent state.

But he didn't know that he just didn't care. What the man asked was also what he wanted to ask...

Bai Xueru looked back at the middle-aged man over there. This man was really unlucky!

Sad but unable to do anything, I can only blame fate and the Lord Buddha.

I saw that the man was about to lift the hoe again, but was suppressed by the monks. The monks looked tangled and didn't know how to answer him.

"Well, my benefactor's condolences, even if you smash my Buddha's golden body, it will be of no use."

"Life and death in this world are all caused by the cause and effect of the previous life, and we need to look at it." A gray-robed monk couldn't help but comfort him.

The middle-aged man's face was full of tears, and he became even more angry after hearing this.

"What the hell, if this thing doesn't happen to you, you close and close your upper and lower lips, and you speak so lightly, you just put it down when you say it?"

"That doesn't mean that your son is no longer your mother-in-law." The man cried bitterly, his face full of pain.

"Get out of here." He pulled his arms tightly, grabbed the hoe and threw it at the monk.

"Why don't you just pass away and become a Buddha immediately? Go to the Western Paradise."

"Life is also death, and death is also life. Why don't you die?"

The monk avoided the hoe, his face was ugly and his expression was complicated.

Bai Xueru frowned slightly, agreeing with the man's words. These monks have never picked up, so how can they put it down, and have never experienced it, so how can they choose.

Bai Xueru pursed her lips, and finally walked over there. She looked at the man with a frown and asked,

"Your wife and children are no longer here?"

If you still have some energy left, you might be able to give it a try.

The man's eyes were even more painful when he heard this, and his lips moved, with a sad face, "The doctor told me to prepare straw mats for the coffin." The cry was trembling and choked.

Bai Xueru frowned, "That means there is still hope. Don't waste your time here. I know some medical skills. Maybe your pious heart is blessed by the Buddha."

"Everything in the world has cause and effect. Perhaps you came here just to meet someone with better medical skills. There is a certain destiny."

The man looked up at Bai Xueru with tears in his eyes, his lips twisted in sorrow, "It's useless, I've seen many doctors."

Bai Xueru looked at the grieving man, "You give them a glimmer of hope and give yourself a chance. If anything happens, I can guarantee that my medical skills are definitely better than most doctors."

"You work hard for your wife and children again! You kowtow from home to the temple every day for the rest of the month. Why don't you dare to try this last effort?"

Wuchen looked at Bai Xueru, with gentle eyes and a calm face, as if he was in a different time and space from them...

The monks around looked at Bai Xueru and frowned.

This female benefactor did have good intentions, but there was nothing she could do to save her. She was destined to live and die, so what could she do?