jie chi zhe

Chapter 115 Heavenly Garden

"I can't write any papers." The meritorious ghost stood outside the door of this gorgeous 'garden of heaven' and heard that he had to make great achievements before he could enter. He was a little embarrassed.

"So what have you achieved?" The nurse asked curiously.

"We, haha!" The two spirits laughed, "If you don't have any achievements, how dare you come to this 'garden of heaven' to eat!"

The shrewd ghost first said, "I was a successful speculator before my death, and I have performed well for more than 20 years in a row! Earn billions of dollars with thousands of principal!" After saying a short story, his face was calm. It's like a general who plans and wins the battle without arrogance. In fact, I am very proud.

"Haha, I was an online writer when I was a lifetime, writing more than a dozen books and tens of millions of words! Hundreds of millions of clicks, countless fans! Major novel websites compete to sign contracts with me! Although we don't make as much money as this guy, we are literati!" This sloppy ghost looks at the world and looks around, which is quite cold at height.

"You are all fine! Hey, I'm just an ordinary nurse, just injecting and hanging water every day. The voice of the meritorious ghost is getting smaller and smaller.

Two successful people ignore the nurses. Some anxiously waiting for the angel to meet. But the two angels are talking about their homesickly, and the dialogue is like the harmony of a harp and a bell.

The meritorious ghost nurse, holding her knees alone, squatted sadly in the corner, looking desolate.

Akan looked at it and felt a little embarrassed: "Why didn't that angel finish talking? Throw such a good ghost pitifully out of the door!"

"Don't talk nonsense. It's a rare opportunity. Take a good look." Zhang Fan looked at the magnificent scenery around him and lamented the benefits of this paradise.

"We are not dead again. Why did we come here?" Aken didn't want to appreciate it: "How can I go back?"

"What's the hurry? When it's time to go back, you will naturally go back. I can't go back, this is also heaven!" Zhang Fan smiled and comforted Aken.

As he spoke, two angels had come to a group of spirits. The archangel named Olivia began to ask the souls who came to the Garden of Heaven.

The shrewd speculator grabbed it at this time and began to talk about his achievements. The sloppy writer was not willing to lag behind and talked about his brilliant achievements.

The archangel just smiled and listened, but the smile on his face became more and more solidified.

"Don't talk any more!" The archangel scolded the two spirits, "Are these your achievements? Is it your gift to enter the Garden of Heaven? The angel held a pile of colorful banknotes and a black book in his hand.

"You, smart speculator! How many people need to go bankrupt to get your wealth?!"

"They don't have the ability, and the mall is like a battlefield..." The speculator explained.

The archangel ignored him and continued to say to the sloppy, "You are even more despicable! How much nonsense are there in your book? How many ignorant teenagers are imperceptibly confused, wasting their precious lives and giving up their time for study and work!"

"I didn't force them to watch..." The online writer called Hu.

"Is this also your gift to enter the Garden of Heaven?" The archangel sneered: "These two heavy gifts can fall into hell! Maybe the devil will like these and become a stepping stone to hell!" The archangel loosened his hand, and the stack of red and green banknotes and black books fell to the ground. The seemingly solid ground could not withstand the pressure of these money and books and cracked! Banknotes and books sank like lead, and the hearts of shrewd speculators and sloppy book writers also fell together!

(Only in this paragraph, I would like to inform readers that online novels are only for entertainment. The words in many books are more just the reaction of the author's desire and the dumping of psychological garbage! Don't be confused by this and indulge the desire in your heart!)

"You, come here." The archangel gently pointed to the meritorious ghost nurse who was still sitting on her knees in the corner. "What did you bring? Do you want to enter this 'garden of heaven'?"

The meritorious ghost nurse shrank together in horror: "I didn't bring anything. Please don't leave me. I don't know where to go? I'm alone, and my child is gone..."

"Poor lamb, don't you really bring any gifts?" The archangel Olivia smiled and said, "But I found one. This is one of the most beautiful gifts I have found!" The archangel reached out and stroked the nurse's head, and the nurse stood up peacefully. The blood-stained, black and dirty nurse's uniform on his body faded.

"What a magical and beautiful gift!" In front of the archangel, the dirty nurse's uniform burned, and the flame changed from red and black to gold. The blood on it permeated the golden flame, covering the white nurse's uniform, gradually turned into a pair of pink wings, unfolding gloriously behind the nurse!

The nurse was stunned. Her spiritual body showed the scars that she had fallen before her death, turning into a beautiful pattern wrapped around her. The dirt on her face burned clean in the golden flames on her wings!

"What a beautiful soul, the Garden of Heaven will be glorious because of you!" The archangel Oliviahuddled her hands, and a loud bell sounded, and the door of the beautiful and spectacular heavenly garden slowly opened in the distant and quiet bells. Flowers in the heavenly garden are blooming for it, magnificent hymns are sung for it, and the holy road shines golden for it. A pigeon-like baby angel flapped this pair of palm-big wings and flew to the front of the meritorious ghost nurse, with a face like the nurse herself.

"Your child, because of your achievements, came here before you." The little angel Angelius and the archangel Olivia chanted in unison. The meritorious ghost hugged his child and filled his heart with joy.

"Diligent Angelus, you have brought your father's lamb, and the father will reward you for it." Archangel Olivia smiled and congratulated Angelus.

"Oh, good people finally have a good home!" Aken sighed. What will happen to those two guys?"

"Maybe the angels want them to recall the good deeds of the past." Zhang Fan said thoughtfully, "After all, it is impossible for the soul to come here without good deeds. It's just that they were blinded by the secular dark clouds.

"I think you can stand at that door." Aken curled his lips and looked disdainful.

The two souls who were scolded by the archangel were in a daze, and the archangel Olivia said coldly, "Don't you think of bringing any gifts? Then, the door of the heavenly garden can't be opened for you. You can reflect here.

The archangel was about to turn around and enter the garden gate when the sloppy writer finally raised his head and said confidently, "I have a gift. I don't know if I can enter the 'garden of heaven'?"

"Try it?" The archangel looked peaceful and seemed to encourage him.

"When I was a child, I lived in the countryside and my family was poor. One summer, I went to the pear tree at the entrance of the village to pick fruit. The fruit on the tree was picked by others, and only one hanging high treetop remained. The sloppy writer calmly said, "That pear is so big, and there must be a lot of water. It took me a long time to climb to the top of the tree. It's very dangerous. I'm scratched. Thank God, I finally picked the pear and got down the tree safely.

"I'm so thirsty. It's very hot. I can't wait to eat pears. But he saw a beggar coming from the entrance of the village. He fainted and seemed to have heatstroke. So I put the pear on his mouth, woke him up, and I left..."

"I don't know if the beggar ate that pear..."

"Are you talking about this pear?" A fat pear appeared in the hand of the archangel, with a happy fragrance. The beggar not only ate the pear, but also had the strength to find his lost wife. He thought that the god-given pear had brought him good luck, and the couple worked hard to find a job. Later, they saved some money and opened a fruit stall, often helping the poor with the best fruits to make them happy. And the people they help also give this help to more people! Spread more goodwill! It's all because of your pear!"

"This is the most delicious fruit I have ever seen. It should hang in the most prominent position on the Christmas tree. All those who can eat it will be healthy and happy!" The pear exudes a seductive aroma and becomes fatter, and the smooth peel reveals a sacred glow.

"So, can I enter the Garden of Heaven?" The sloppy writer asked humbly.

"Of course." As soon as the archangel stretched out his hand, the door of the National Garden opened that day, and a fresh breeze brushed by. The sloppy writer's clothes were replaced with a comfortable robe, which was much more comfortable and clean than his clothes. Sloppy writer, no, now he is a clean scribe. The body is comfortable and there is no dirt in the heart.

The shrewd speculator also recalled what he had done in his life. He got up and said respectfully, "I also have a gift for the Lord and hope to enter the gate of the heavenly garden."

"I feel your kindness, let's talk about it." The archangel Olivia shone brightly and stretched out her hand to signal a shrewd ghost.

"This is a very ordinary gift. It's too ordinary." The shrewd ghost is a little ashamed.

"As long as it is full of kindness, I am willing to listen." The archangel smiled and encouraged.

When I was a child, my parents made clothes for me. I like one of them very much and have been reluctant to wear it. That year, floods spread in poor areas in the west, flooded many places, and many people were displaced. My school teacher encouraged us to donate and help the people in the disaster area. I donated the new dress that I didn't want to wear once..." The shrewd ghost himself was a little embarrassed, such a small thing.