A Line of Indifference

Grandma Wang knelt down and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of her, the person she had helped with all her heart and soul. She wanted to curse in her heart: "You ungrateful bitch!". But for the sake of her son, she endured it. He just raised his eyes and looked at the monk sitting on the throne with pleading eyes. A monk in his thirties with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and good facial features, wearing a luxurious silk embroidered cassock, tightly wrapped around his strong body, sitting in an exquisite meditation seat, like a living Buddha coming to the world. Grandma Wang still refused to give up and kept begging: "Please, I only have one son. If he dies, I will throw his body into the wilderness! Poor me, I have been doing good deeds all my life, why should I end up like this! Buddha really doesn't open his eyes! Good people are not rewarded!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.