A poor man had a wooden image of a god, to which he used to pray daily for riches. He did this for a long time, but remained as poor as ever, till one day he caught up the image in disgust and hurled¹（用力投掷） it with all his strength against the wall.

 

The force of the blow split open the head and a quantity of gold coins fell out upon the floor. The man gathered them up greedily. And said, "O you old fraud, you! When I honoured you, you did me no good whatever, but no sooner do I treat you to insults and violence than you make a rich man of me!"

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