This story is the imagination of the author. The story in the story is only a fictitious story.

During the end of Buddhist Lent, there will be merit-making tours to make merit with Kathin at various temples.

I am one of them and like to make merit regularly. This time, Sai Merit will go to make merit at a northern temple.

This temple is a forest temple outside the city with many shady trees. When we arrived at the temple, the merit-making group was busy arranging food and supplies and preparing to make merit. I took the opportunity to explore the area around the temple and came across a monk who was sweeping leaves in front of the monastery. I hurried in to chat and ask questions here and there. Then I asked the monk for permission to look in the monastery to see anything that was dilapidated so that I could make additional merit.

The monastery is a wooden monastery on a high platform, commonly seen in countryside temples. The floor was covered with clean cement, showing that the owner always cleaned it. Between the cubicle pillars there was a stretcher with black and white stripes tied to it. I kept walking and looked and stumbled upon a spot on the cement floor. It was a pattern of blood stains mixed with pus on the ground.

No matter how I clean it, these stains won't go away easily. My brain was quick to think, so I looked up and looked up. Phra Chuay, green nylon rope. At the end of the cable there was a sharp cutting object still tied to the crypt. In just a few more years, I will be sixty. I could imagine that where I was staying there must definitely be someone who was dying. And who would it be?

I turned and headed towards the highway, raking the leaves. It appears that Luangta is no longer there. Then I gradually regained my consciousness and remembered that when we saw Luangta sweeping the leaves. But we didn't hear any sound of leaf sweeping. "Dude Chu, don't run, Dude Chu." We're here to make merit, no matter what happens, don't run. We'll ask the people at the pavilion and hope it's not what we think. I'll slowly

I gathered myself and walked slowly, but at that time it was more like running. When we reached the pavilion, there were 7 monks sitting in their seats, but there was none of that monk. As quick as my thoughts were, I walked straight towards the person I thought would be the abbot. Around me, it was as if I heard people asking where I was going. But I didn't hear him kneel and ask, "

Phra Achan, is there anyone here who has hanged himself?" My question caused the monks and villagers in the area to be shocked in turn, before the abbot asked me back. "Have you gone to that monastery?" "Yes." Then the truth flowed from the mouths of the abbot and the villagers. Originally, there was a monk named Luangta who was ordained when he was old and lived for two years.

But because he had many congenital diseases and was in and out of the hospital frequently, he became bored with living and complained many times that “I don't want to live and I'm tired of having to go to the hospital. I'm tired of having to take a lot of medicine." But no one was bothered because they thought it was just an old person's complaint.

And finally, he ended his own life by hanging himself in the monastery itself. After he died, villagers and monks saw him sweeping leaves in front of his hut so often that no one dared to go to that hut again. After we and the merit group listened to his story, we made merit and dedicate merit to his soul so that he could rest in a better world.

After finishing making merit, we members of the merit group hurriedly It's not that I rush back because I'm afraid of ghosts. Hurry and go see the monk's residence to find lucky numbers in case you will get lucky and get rich in the lottery. Many people have many ideas, many numbers, some are right, some are not. But most of them will be prevented. After that, I and the group returned to rebuild the monastery, creating a beautiful two-story monastery.

Take the beam from where he hanged himself and make it into a shrine for people to worship. Since then, no one has ever seen that monk again. Amen.