Zhang Shaofei said casually: "Uncle Zhu is really a rich man!"
Zhu Fugui said proudly: "God is worthy of my hard work. After decades of hard work, I finally achieved something small."
Zhang Shaofei asked coldly: "I wonder where these properties were 60 years ago?"
Zhu Fugui was stunned: "What? 60 years ago? I am 57 years old this year and was not born 60 years ago. How could I know!"
"Oh, you didn't bring them with you when you were born! Uncle Zhu, do you know where these things will be in 60 years?" Zhang Shaofei asked again.
Zhu Fugui said doubtfully: "Sixty years later? I'm afraid my bones will be rotten after 60 years. How could I know!"
Zhang Shaofei nodded: "It seems that you can't take him away either!"
Zhu Fugui was dissatisfied: "You, why are you here? As for my family fortune, I will leave it to my son without you having to worry about it!"
Zhang Shaofei blinked and said: "Of course, of course. After working hard to accumulate such a huge property, it is natural to leave it to the children for their enjoyment. But I wonder how much Uncle Zhu can leave to his children and grandchildren?"
Zhu Fugui was full of arrogance: "The industry I created is worth tens of thousands of dollars!"
Zhang Shaofei seemed a little disappointed and said in surprise: "Huh? It's just a little bit, it's not enough to take half a day!"
Zhu Fugui asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Shaofei said calmly: "With your family background, your children and grandchildren will naturally not know how to farm or do crafts, but I am afraid they are very proficient in throwing dice."
Zhu Fugui smiled awkwardly.
Zhang Shaofei continued: "When children are playing, in order to increase their interest and have fun, it is not too much to bet one or two silver coins each time, right? Uncle Zhu won't care, right?"
Zhu Fugui pretended to be generous: "The reason why I accumulated this family fortune is to leave it to my children and grandchildren. As long as they are happy, I will be happy."
"However, the tiles rise and fall, and people have their luck. If your offspring is unlucky and loses, of course you want to get it back. Then you have to bet two taels, and if you lose again, you have to bet four taels. Le Zhi Dan, my brain is not working well today, please do the math for me. How many times can I play with a fortune worth ten thousand gold?" Zhang Shaofei turned to Le Zhidan and asked him.
Le Zhidan counted on his fingers: "The third time was four taels, the fourth time was eight taels...the fourteenth time was eight thousand one hundred and ninety-two taels. If you are unlucky and lose fourteen times in a row, this business will still be able to survive." It’s not enough.”
Zhu Fugui's face changed drastically and he said angrily: "You don't have to worry about this. I have a very strict family education and won't let them participate in gambling. They won't lose even one or two or one penny."
Le Zhidan curled his lips and said: "You can manage it while you are alive, but are you dead? In a few hours, they will destroy all the wealth you have accumulated throughout your life!"
Zhang Shaofei deliberately scolded Le Zhidan: "Do you think so? Master Zhu will naturally educate his children and grandchildren to be like himself, breaking a penny in half and spending it, and won't the family fortune get bigger and bigger?"
Zhu Fugui muttered: "I've been saying it for a long time, but this is just a human saying."
Le Zhidan pouted: "If his children and grandchildren are as stingy as him, they will definitely be reluctant to spend money on his medical treatment when he gets old, sick, and unable to move. Therefore, by then, he will be too sick to survive. He couldn't die, and life would be worse than death. And after his death, his children and grandchildren refused to pay for his burial. So, he became a poor man, a hungry ghost, a beggar..."
"Le Zhidan, don't talk nonsense!" Zhu Fugui lowered his head and said nothing, wondering what he was thinking silently.
Zhang Shaofei seemed to apologize on behalf of his disciple: "Uncle Zhu, don't take it seriously, she is joking with you. Okay, let's get down to business. Uncle Zhu, have you often suffered from insomnia since you were 50 years old? When you finally fell asleep, you often fell asleep again. Awakened by a nightmare?"
Zhu Fugui suddenly raised his head and said in surprise: "How do you know?"
Zhang Shaofei smiled mysteriously and continued: "Do you often dream about fires at home, bandits in the mountains, and children and grandchildren being deceived and defrauded of all their property?"
Zhu Fugui's eyes widened and he looked at Zhang Shaofei in shock. He didn't know what to say: "You, you... you are a god? You can actually see other people's dreams..."
Zhang Shaofei sighed: "Alas - in fact, there is only one root cause. Once you own property, the property will all belong to you, and you have become their slave. You are always worried about your hard-earned savings. The inherited family property! You are afraid that your children and grandchildren will be unworthy and easily throw away your life's hard work; you are afraid that the world is unfair and others seek wealth and harm your life; you are afraid that the wronged souls will demand debts and be burned by the fire from heaven..."
Zhu Fugui knelt down in front of Zhang Shaofei: "Master, master, you are a master of Taoism. Can you perform a ritual for me to resolve these disasters? I, I, I am willing to bear the cost of the ritual. Ten taels of silver is enough. Bar?"
Le Zhidan shrugged his nose: "Stingy!"
Zhang Shaofei said seriously: "How can I remove the karma in your heart? If you get sick, can I take medicine for you? Only you can save yourself."
Zhu Fugui: "Then, then..."
Seeing that the fire was almost over, Zhang Shaofei turned to the main topic: "To tell you the truth, we are here to ask for alms today. In the Bodhisattva Dharma Door, among the six realms of practice, giving is the first. If the old donor can give away his property, not only will his karma be hindered, It disappears instantly, and its merits are immeasurable.”
Zhu Fugui said nervously: "Is it true? Master Zhang Shaofei, how much charity can I give to eliminate the disaster?"
Zhang Shaofei took out a rectangular cloth towel from his bag and said, "I want to find a place to meditate. As long as the donor can give me a piece of land that can be covered by this seat, it will be enough."
Zhu Fugui looked at the seat. It was less than five feet long and three feet wide. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are a famous and famous person, so you can't deceive others!"
Zhang Shaofei said with great certainty: "Alchemists don't tell lies, and they don't make jokes!"
Zhu Fugui smiled easily: "Okay, I'll go with you, please choose a piece of land!"
Zhang Shaofei, Zhu Fugui and Le Zhidan walked out of the village and came to the bank of the stream where the heavy smoke was exposed. Zhang Shaofei looked around and asked, "Uncle Zhu, do all those lands belong to you?"
Zhu Fugui pointed to the east, west, north and south: "These are my family properties, you can choose them as you wish."
Zhang Shaofei said: "Okay!" He slowly walked towards a forest on the bank of the stream.
In the mountains, wherever there is a stream flowing through it, there are lush forests on both sides. They receive nourishment from the stream and return vitality to the stream. In this way, the stream inadvertently flowed out green ribbons in the valley. As a result, the mountains became green, the water became beautiful, the sky became blue, and the wind became gentle.
The three of them came to the small woods on the bank of the mountain stream. Zhang Shaofei casually found an open space and unfolded the seats.
Zhu Fugui was very puzzled: "This is the place you chose?"
