The mist in the morning has not yet dissipated. The old mother sitting by the roadside is casually choosing vegetables. Behind her is a rare mansion around. It seems that it is the rich old lady in this house, but her face does not have the blessings of wealth, such as nobleness, and only her face is tired and sad.
Lu Jianping pushed the bicycle out of the fog, stopped and asked the old lady, can he have breakfast here?
The old mother looked at Lu Jianping and Li Shuen behind him, and said, "You two are here when you look at each other, you are from another place?"
Lu Jianping said that he is a barefoot doctor who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases. He does not collect any penny and just want to have a round belly.
The old mother asked him what difficult and complicated diseases could he cure? I only heard that her son is capable and supports hundreds of people alone. He went to Bailingshan a while ago, but he never laughed again after he came back. He didn't want to eat or talk to others. When the doctor came, he sighed and left.
Li Shuen muttered that he was depressed...
Just saw Lu Jianping tied his bicycle at the door of the mansion and told the old lady that your back door was made of locust wood . There was a nail behind the door to hang a rag. As long as you pull the nail down, your son will get better.
The old mother was stunned for a moment. This man didn't know each other before, but he actually knew that the back door of his house was a locust wood, and there was indeed an iron nail behind the door. Could the white-bearded old man in front of him be a magical transformation? So he politely invited Lu Jianping and Li Shuen into the house, and had a good tea and cigarettes to enter the house, and shouted his son down the stairs.
Walked down from the stairs a middle-aged man with his short black hair combed in a shiny and neat manner. The gray suit cuffs could not cover the expensive watch. He walked down and sat in the living room to entertain the two of them, but looked gloomy and happy.
The old mother introduced Lu Li and the other two said they were living Bodhisattvas who cured all diseases. His son Liu Dama replied lightly, "I'm not sick, but Lu Jianping smiled and said that Liu Dama had a heart disease. If it was not resolved, he would become a demon in his heart."
His eyes seemed to see through everything, but Liu Dama could not peek into Lu Jianping's heart through the other party's eyes, just like a little novice monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue and could not hide any thoughts, so he expressed the depression in his heart.
In the late 1990s, 17-year-old Liu Dama went to Zhejiang to join his relatives and started as a handyman in a factory. Ten years later, he returned to his hometown in Suzhou and opened a separate processing factory to produce auto parts. Three or five years later, the factory expanded its scale, and many people around him joined Liu Dama's company.
Liu Dama not only led people's entrepreneurial journey, provided many people's jobs, but also supported citizens who set up stalls and sell food.
It was afternoon in autumn and winter, and a large number of workers rushed to the roadside stall. A young worker named Mo Ruwu stopped at the noodle stall on a brand new motorcycle, ordered a bowl of large meat noodles, peeled a few cloves of garlic, and sucked it. Next to
is a cooking stall. A plate of dishes of dishes are placed on the table for people to choose from. Wang Siyuan, a colleague of Mo Ruwu, stir-fry a portion of pork skin and pepper, drank two bottles of beer, and after drinking and eating, he got up and saw Mo Ruwu's motorcycle, and wanted to ride two rounds of rides. After all, not everyone bought motorcycles at that time.
Mo Ruwu smelled the smell of alcohol in Wang Siyuan's mouth and refused politely. Wang Siyuan thought to himself that he looked down on me. He rode the car today, so he said that colleagues bowed their heads and looked up. Don't be so stingy. Isn't it okay to ride it twice to add some fuel to you? Mo Ruwu had no choice but to agree.
The speed-up sound of the motorcycle turning the accelerator was bombarded around the factory, which attracted many people's attention, which was probably a kind of envy.
After one point, Wang Siyuan did not return for a long time. Mo Ruwu felt uneasy in his heart until the factory heard news that Wang Siyuan had an accident on a motorcycle. Mo Ruwuru was shocked.
The motorcycle fell across the middle of the road, without any signs of a vehicle collision, but the speed was too fast and it broke out of control and pressed on curbstone . Wang Siyuan flew on the grass on the side of the road, and the hard grass stems inserted into the temple. The medical staff immediately declared dead after rushing to the scene.
After the incident, Wang Siyuan's wife blocked the body at the door of the company, and her young daughter knelt beside her and endured the cold wind.
Liu Dama consulted a lawyer and said that spending money is necessary. The main person in charge is Mo Ruwu. This young man who originally bought a motorcycle to get a wife is facing either paying a large amount of pensions or going to jail. Liu Dama chatted with Mo Ruwu alone for an afternoon. The incident had already happened and the loss was to be minimized. Don’t be afraid. If you bite to death, it was Wang Siyuan who stole your car. You can get out completely. I will do the money-losing thing.
Mo Ruwu insisted that he parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, but the key was not pulled out. It was Wang Siyuan who stole his motorcycle, and he was not aware of it.
In the end, Mo Ruwu got out of the entanglement, and Liu Dama paid a large amount of pensions and attended Wang Siyuan's funeral. After the incident of
has been over, many years have passed.
After listening to this story, Lu Jianping took a deep breath and said that you are a good deed. How could you be depressed after you go to worship Lingshan?
Liu Dama smiled bitterly, although I saved Mo Ruwu's life, I ruined Wang Siyuan's reputation. When he left, he was infamous for a thief. His family and his children were all despised for the word "thief". He showed a look of pain as he said.
Lu Jianping didn't speak for a long time. If Liu Dama had not interfered in Mo Ruwu's affairs, he would not feel guilty of self-condemnation. But Mo Ruwu's life would be more difficult, but Liu Dama intervened. He could have told himself that he had done a great good deed, but what he saw was that Wang Siyuan had not left his innocence in the world. After all, Liu Dama's sincerity in paying Lingshan worships, he is a kind person.
Suddenly, Lu Jianping laughed and said that Liu Dama came back from a confused prayer on Lingshan. He worshiped God and worshipped the compassion in his heart, and the greatest compassion was to let him go.
Liu Dama still wants to ask, letting herself go means admitting that she is wrong? Did I ruin Wang Siyuan’s reputation?
Lu Jianping said, "But you saved Mo Ruwu out of kindness, it's good. If you regard Wang Siyuan's innocence as the evil consequences he deserves in his life, is it only good?
If you regard this as a deserving evil result, how can you prove that this is not a lie of self-comfort?
This is the ultimate method of Buddhism. No one can clearly discuss good or evil. It is the ultimate method.
There is no supreme good or extreme justice in this world.
Speaking of this, Liu Dama showed a long-lost smile, and the old mother came over with a smile holding a nail and saying that the nail was pulled out, and then everyone laughed loudly.
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