Zhou Zheng never dreamed that he was about to die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'm only twenty-five years old this year, and I haven't lived half of my life.

A few days ago, I suddenly went to the hospital for a check-up and was told that I had cancer and it was at an advanced stage.

Die or die, what makes Zhou Zheng most uncomfortable is that he has never had a girlfriend when he is so old.

Just entered his freshman year, Zhou Zheng wanted to find a girlfriend, but he had a high vision, and the girlfriend he wanted to find was indispensable in figure and appearance, and his personality had to match him.

But those girls who are beautiful, have white and tender skin, and have a bewitching figure need at least a few thousand yuan to buy a set of cosmetics, not to mention the money needed for the clothes they wear and the leather bags they carry, which is definitely a lot of money.

Zhou Zheng lives in the countryside, his family is poor, he still relies on loans to support his college education, and he is frugal little by little on weekdays, where is there extra money for his girlfriend to spend.

Therefore, Zhou Zheng had no choice but to run aground in this matter of finding a girlfriend, thinking that he would wait for himself to become a big money in the future.

After graduating from a prestigious university, Zhou Zheng was particularly fond of traveling, so he applied for a job as a tour guide in a city travel agency.

After a year as a tour guide, he met all kinds of people, customs, and historical sites, but what interested him the most was that he went to a temple called Wuyin Temple and got to know a monk who spoke a little strangely.

Although the advanced stage of cancer is incurable, it can barely maintain a few years of life after surgery, and with the conditions of Zhou Zheng's family, he cannot afford the astronomical amount of money required for surgery.

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to tell his parents about his cancer, his parents lived a hard life on weekdays, pinning all their hopes on their son, if their parents knew about it, they didn't know how sad they were. Although at the end of life, parents will definitely know, it is better to know later than sooner.

Zhou Zheng was ready to spend the rest of his life with his parents, but before that, he still wanted to see the monk from the Fog Hidden Temple.

Wuyin Temple is in another city, and Zhou Zheng bought a train ticket and rushed to his destination.

Zhou is climbing on the famous mountain called Fanjing Mountain, the mountainside, the fog is faint, revealing a little shadow of the golden eaves, it is the Wuyin Temple.

In front of the painted Buddha statue, on the futon, the voice of the monk sitting cross-legged reciting the scriptures suddenly stopped, and a kind and vicissitudes of life voice came out: "Is it Lord Zhou?" ”

He didn't dare to disturb the monk's recitation, and Zhou Zheng, who was waiting at the door, heard the monk calling him, and his heart was shocked.

"Master, you have been facing away from me, how do you know that there is someone behind you, even if you hear footsteps, how do you know that the person behind you is me?" There was a hint of excitement in Zhou Zheng's words.

"The breath on your body tells me that the person behind it is you." The monk smiled slightly and said.

"How is that possible?" Zhou Zheng looked incredulous.

"It's a talent of mine, as long as I'm willing to write it down, I can feel their breath from afar!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Zhou Zheng couldn't help but think of the legendary worldly master who can bring people back to life by hanging pots, could it be that the monk in front of him is such a person?

With the mentality of giving it a try, Zhou Zheng bowed down and asked, "Master, I have cancer, I don't know if I can save it?" ”

"What do you mean by deliverance?"

The monk's words made Zhou Zheng scratch his head.

For a long time, the monk did not give an answer to Zhou Zheng's question, but chatted with Zhou Zheng about some Buddhist stories and things in Buddhist scriptures.

"Master, let's say goodbye, I'm afraid I won't be able to come here to ask Master again!" Zhou Zheng said abruptly.

Walking out of the door of the temple, Zhou Zheng felt that his thoughts were too stupid and naïve, now that science and technology are developed, top medical technology cannot cure cancer, even if the master is a master in the world, he is helpless against such a terminal illness.

"How life is, how people die, is nothing more than a reincarnation!" In Zhou Zheng's ears, the monk's whispered words came.

In a small mountain village, in a small mud-brick house, a pair of old people were overjoyed when they saw Zhou Zheng.

"Zheng'er, why are you back?"

"Dad, Mom, the travel agency is not busy, I took a few days off to come back to see you."

"It's good to come back, but Zheng'er, you don't always have to come back to accompany us, you have graduated and worked, it's time to find a daughter-in-law and have a baby!"

"Looking for a daughter-in-law to have a baby?" Zhou Zheng smiled miserably in his heart, but he was afraid that his parents would find something, so he tried to keep his demeanor normal.

Night fell, and in the middle of the night, Zhou Zheng was tossing and turning on the kang.

At a certain moment, an irresistible sleepiness came, and Zhou Zheng finally fell asleep.

Zhou Zheng had a dream, in which he came to the Wuyin Temple of Fanjing Mountain again.

"Master!"

"Well, I invited Zhou Shizhu to come today, I want to give Zhou Shizhu a chance!" The monk smiled faintly, like a spring breeze, and with a flick of his fingers, a golden bead shot into Zhou Zheng's mouth.

Soon, Zhou Zheng felt a tearing pain coming from his forehead, and an irrepressible scream came out.

"It turned out to be a dream!" Zhou Zheng opened his eyes and found himself lying on the kang, the quilt covering his body was soaked with body sweat, and there was also a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

"But why is my forehead as ...... as in my dream" Suddenly, a sharp pain came, Zhou Zheng felt his forehead as if it had been torn open by a knife, and a pair of eyelids closed with a slight turn, and endless darkness shrouded him.