He donated all his earnings to charitable religious activities, and wore a single sweatshirt for many years. In order to make it to all his classes, he ate one steamed bun for both lunch and dinner. He had given up his concern for wealth, but last year he fell ill and collapsed on the podium. Finally, he coughed up blood and died at the age of 60.
他中年以後歸佛茹素，收入全捐給宗教慈善事業，長年一件汗衫；為了趕上課，一粒饅頭就是午晚餐，如此的「看得開」，去年卻在講堂上發病不支昏倒，最後喀血而死，享年六十。