Two youngers moved from the country to city. They worked hard, and became rich eventually. When they got older, they decided to go back to their hometown, spend afterlife there. On their way to go home, they bumped into a white-clothed elder with a gong.
They asked : ”What are you doing here?”
The elder answered :”I strike the gong for dying man. You two have only three days to live, at the third evening from now, I will strike the gong at your doors. You will die when you listen to the voice of the gong ”
The elder disappeared suddenly with his last word echoed in the air.
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