Chapter 1253 Wake Up

Anyway, in the past few years, I have never found out when my son became a Buddhist.

I followed him suspiciously, and when I arrived, I realized that the brat had made an appointment a long time ago. No, as soon as he arrived, he was ushered into the backyard by the young monk.

"Donor Mo, the master is already waiting."

"Well, that's troublesome."

"Donors don't have to be polite."

After all, the sesame oil money donated by Young Master Mo this time was enough to cover a year's worth of incense in previous years.

Money can make all the difference, not to mention that in the end, you are still a living person!

Jiang Tingxu originally followed him to the backyard, but once he entered the courtyard, he couldn't enter the Zen room, as if there was a wall blocking the front.

In the Zen room.

The bald monk held a chess piece in his hand and was playing chess with himself. When he heard the movement, the chess piece fell down with a 'snap'.

"coming?"

The young monk who led the way has left.

"Mo boy, come in."

After all, he is still a young man who is not yet eighteen years old, and he always feels a little uncomfortable.

If I hadn't suddenly heard a classmate mention it, I wouldn't have come here suddenly!

If word spreads about the dignified young master of the Mo family and the current sole heir of the Mo family, it is uncertain how the outside world will talk about it.

However, after you have come, you can’t stick your ass out and leave, right?

cough.

After entering, he bowed politely to the master:

"Hello, Master."

The great monk smiled and waved his hands:

"Sit down, look at the little donor's face, he looks trapped!

The little benefactor is so young and has a promising future. The past is past. Everything is only determined by the day. Why bother to keep pestering him? "

"you know?"

It has to be said that as a young master of the Mo Group, he grew up under the red flag and never believed in feudal superstition, but now he is a little unsure.

The great monk smiled understandingly:

"If the young benefactor can find the old monk, he must have already had an idea?"

That's for sure.

For a moment, his expression became more formal:

"Master, I am willing to donate all my property to help those in need. Also, I will be a doctor in the future, treating illnesses and saving people for the rest of my life. If that is not enough, then I will use my life, just to ask for it."

"I just hope that your family of three can be reunited again in the next life?"

"That's right!"

If possible, I really want to go back to the time when my father and mother were still there, and become my mother's child again, and would no longer misunderstand my mother, or be unfriendly to my mother.

Although there are not many memories left about my mother, after all, I was only three or four years old at that time, so I can't remember much at all.

But I think about it all the time, and even dream about it every night.

A few years ago, I could still dream of my mother's face. In recent years, I can't even dream of my mother's face. The longing for her has become more and more intense, penetrating into my bones and soul.

The great monk turned the beads in his hand and closed his eyes:

"Do no evil, practice all good deeds, purify your mind, this is Buddhism.

For hundreds of years, generations have accumulated blessings, and God is protecting them.

Little donor, go back, you will get what you want! "

"real?"

"A monk does not lie."

In the yard, Jiang Tingxu suddenly felt a familiar suction. He didn't even have time to take one last look at his son, and his soul instantly dissipated.

At the same time, in the hospital.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The monitor beeped.

"Wake up! Wake up! The patient is awake!" the nurse guarding the ward shouted excitedly.

Soon, a group of doctors in white coats came in, followed by a bearded man and a little person who was woken up from sleeping in his arms.