"Damn it, the people's eyes are indeed discerning. Even the incident of Hui Shuo arguing with Boss Yu over chicken feet has been discovered. That Hui Shuo is a fake monk. Where did he get his credentials and identity?" Wang Yao was dumbfounded when he heard the security guard say this.
“We still hope to resolve this matter within the hotel so that the deceased can rest in peace as soon as possible. If Master Huishuo does not cooperate, we will have no choice but to hand this matter over to the police. There are 30 tables of food for dinner tonight, and the hotel has not received payment yet. What do you suggest we do?”
The security guard looked at Wang Yao, and the meaning behind his words was all too clear.
The hotel just wants to downplay the incident, because even if the police are called, the news of a death at the hotel will spread, and the impact on the hotel's reputation will be significant.
However, the hotel wanted to settle the matter peacefully, but Mr. Yu's family was unwilling. They seized on the hotel's reluctance to escalate the situation and wanted to extort money from it. The hotel, of course, was unwilling to pay this amount, so they thought of Huishuo, which had previously made them money.
After all, the person who paid for the money is dead. If Hui Shuo could come up with the 33,000 yuan, it would be a way to give the deceased's family an explanation. However, Wang Yao clearly refused, so the hotel resorted to the same tactics used by the deceased's family to extort money from Hui Shuo.
They never expected that Hui Shuo was a fake monk, and still regarded him as a legitimate monk. Even so, Hui Shuo had gotten himself into big trouble, since this monk had just performed a blessing ceremony for someone, and the person died shortly afterward.
If this gets out, the monk's reputation will be ruined. Not only will he be unable to beg for alms in the future, but the temple's reputation will also be destroyed.
So the security guard kept asking Hui Shuo to produce the paperwork, which was a threat to Hui Shuo. If the paperwork was produced and the matter got out, Hui Shuo's temple would also be in trouble. The monks rely entirely on incense money to live. If no one goes to the temple to burn incense, then it will be finished.
Wang Yao blinked and finally looked at Hui Shuo. He knew very well that Hui Shuo was a fake monk with no proper permits. If this matter went to the police station, Hui Shuo would definitely go to jail. It was obvious that he was cheating and deceiving people. In the end, he might really be involved in Boss Yu's death.
After all, scammers have such a bad reputation; what kind of heinous things wouldn't they do? A boss choked to death on a chicken leg, murder for money—this news is absolutely explosive.
At this point, who would dare to gamble with the hotel again? In Wang Yao's opinion, that would be unwise. After all, the hotel wasn't owned by the security guard, and it was uncertain whether the owner knew about this. But Hui Shuo was all alone, and if something happened, he would go to jail. The risks were completely disproportionate.
“Hui Shuo, how about... you just take out all 33,000? After all, the person in question has passed away. It seems a bit awkward to ask him for that money again…” Wang Yao turned to look at Hui Shuo.
After quickly analyzing the pros and cons in his mind, Wang Yao still advocated that Hui Shuo take a step back. After all, he was just a fake monk, and if things really escalated to the point of involving the police, it might lead to serious trouble.
Unexpectedly, Hui Shuo looked up at Wang Yao, smiled, and shook his head.
“Boss Yu was favored by the Bodhisattva and summoned to the Western Paradise. If I were to give him this money, it would be cutting off his journey to the West. He would become a wandering soul, unable to go to the West or find the underworld. That would truly harm him…”
"This humble monk will not speak of saving people, but I would never do anything to harm them, so I can only disappoint you all," Hui Shuo said slowly.
Wang Yao was dumbfounded. This guy had this explanation waiting for him, but... wasn't this just utter nonsense? What did the money you took have to do with Boss Yu's soul?
Whether Boss Yu went to the Western Paradise or the Netherworld is something even I, an immortal, don't know. So how does Hui Shuo know? He's about to go to jail, and he's still here swindling people. His dedication is commendable, but he's really ungrateful!
"Um, Master Huishuo, I just don't understand. How does the money you took from Boss Yu's Dharma assembly have anything to do with where his soul went?" The security guard standing next to him was also confused after hearing Huishuo's words.
"You know this money is from Boss Yu's Dharma assembly, so you should understand that this money is no ordinary money. This money has actually become an offering for Boss Yu's prayers for blessings, and Boss Yu's ascension to the Pure Land is the immense blessing obtained from this offering..."
Listening to Hui Shuo still arguing with the security guard, Wang Yao broke out in a cold sweat. This guy was actually calling someone's death a blessing. Wouldn't Boss Yu's relatives and friends beat this fake monk to death? This kid was completely willing to risk his life for money.
He turned to look at the group of women sitting on the sofa and found that the woman in the middle had stopped crying and was staring at Hui Shuo with a suspicious look. The male friends of Boss Yu in the room also showed unfriendly expressions. Wang Yao felt a sense of foreboding.
"Everyone in the world is greedy for life and afraid of death, but they don't know that sometimes life is more terrible than death. You are penniless, you are plagued by illness, you have been struggling for half your life and have been hit by setbacks everywhere. You have a wife, children and elderly parents who are crying for food at home. You are confined to a sickbed, unable to take care of your eating, drinking and relieving yourself. You are full of pain but cannot tell anyone."
"Even taking Boss Yu as an example, it seems like a splendid and prosperous life, but which of his fortunes did he acquire easily? Who knows the fear and trepidation he experiences in private? Life is tough! After struggling to make three meals a day, one still has to struggle to find a place to stand..."
"Once you have a house, you worry about your children and grandchildren. There's never a moment of peace. One wrong step and you're plunged into an abyss. May Buddha have mercy and guide you to paradise, freeing you from this life of suffering and allowing you to enjoy happiness..."
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