Chapter 326 Sending Off 【Subscription】
Enduring the severe pain in his chest from being hit by a carriage, He Ming squatted down, stroked the old horse and said, "Old man, you have worked hard during this time, thank you this time, I hope the sky doesn't need to pull water, you can let go on the prairie Run..." Speaking of this, He Ming couldn't help but shed tears. Although there are several water delivery teams, there are only two water delivery horses. They are raised by fixed and kind people. When people have rest, the horses will come out to pull water almost every few days. These horses are more tiring than people. many. Along the way, He Ming also had feelings for this horse, and now seeing his old friend leave, his heart was filled with grief, tears streaming down his face.
A man doesn't flick his tears lightly, but he doesn't reach the sad point.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt a little sour in their hearts. Fangzheng stepped forward and stroked the old horse's head, lying next to the old horse's ear, and repeated He Ming's words in a low voice.
The old horse looked at He Ming, tears also flowed out, as if saying goodbye, then slowly closed his eyes, without breathing.
Fangzheng clasped his palms together and recited the scriptures for salvation.
At this moment, everyone did not speak, just surrounded the old horse, silently listening to the scriptures, silently blessing the old horse.
Fangzheng was also helpless about this. Although he saw what happened in the future from He Ming, there were no landmarks on the mountain road here, and many places looked similar. In order to ensure safety, he had to give back the mana to Red Boy to monitor around. As a result, the brat wandered away, and it was a little late when he found out, but fortunately, everyone was rescued. But the horse suffered a disaster...
At this time, Red Boy came out from the other side of the carriage. The incident happened suddenly just now. Fangzheng wanted to save someone but also wanted to block the carriage. How could it be so easy? He kicked on the carriage and almost knocked him out too, but the red boy reacted quickly and jumped up to block the carriage. However, Hong Haier was too small and too fast, and everyone's attention was on Fang Zheng, so naturally he didn't notice this detail, and thought it was Fang Zheng who blocked the carriage and saved people.
After reading the scriptures, Mustache and the others were worried again. Now that the old horse has left, what will happen to the water on the carriage? Rely on manpower to send it over? This is simply an impossible task! What's more, the old horse's body can't just be thrown here, He Ming wants to bring the old horse back to Daili Village for a proper burial.
While everyone was talking about how to do it, Fangzheng said: "Amitabha, several benefactors, each of you should carry a box of water, put the old horse on the cart, and put the water that cannot be carried on the cart." If you really can’t put it down, just put it here first, and come back to pick it up later.”
"Master, this is not difficult, the problem is, this cart can't move." Mustache smiled wryly.
Fangzheng smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk still has some strength to pull the cart, but all the benefactors need to help."
Fangzheng took on the hardest work, so they naturally had no reason to refuse. So everyone immediately started to help the carriage, put the old horse on the carriage, and put as much water on the carriage as possible, and everyone carried the rest on their backs. As a result, it turned out to be just right!
While they were busy, Fangzheng took Honghaier aside.
"Master, aren't you too dark? You earned your fame, but I gave you your strength?" Hong Haier said with a look of aggrieved and unwillingness.
It turned out that Fangzheng's meaning was very simple. He certainly couldn't handle so many things by himself. Although the powerful vajra palm greatly increased Fangzheng's strength, he did not become an inhuman superhuman. With such a heavy carriage, water and old horse, Fangzheng can't handle it by himself. But Honghaier is different, this little guy looks small, but he is very strong! So Fangzheng simply pretended to pull the cart, and Honghaier helped push it behind. The real strength came from Honghaier...
Fangzheng also knew that this was a bit too much, so he said, "Teacher, what do you want?"
Hong Haier stroked his chin, thought for a while and said, "Pushing the cart is fine, but you have to give me back the mana! Otherwise, I won't do it, and you can't take it back."
Fangzheng shook his head resolutely. Although the red boy was much less hostile than when he first came here, the demon king is the demon king. After so many years of education of the weak and the strong, how can it be changed in three or two days? As for the current performance, Fang Zheng can also understand. This is like a rich man, when he is rich, he is always above the poor, and he thinks that he and the poor are not the same kind of people, and they are not in the same world. But one day, the rich man has no money, and then he will learn to look at things from the perspective of the poor. As the saying goes, the ass determines the head, and the strength determines the ass!
Now that Honghaier can follow Fangzheng to practice honestly and comprehend the warmth and coldness of the world, it is largely because he lost his strength and began to learn to see the world from the perspective of ordinary people, to understand the kindness among people. Instead of looking at life and death indifferently from the perspective of the demon king!
If the magic power is returned, if this little thing becomes demonic one day and comes to the Tucheng to destroy the village, the crime will be too great! Fang Zheng couldn't even forgive himself!
"Master, are you not satisfied with my little request?" The red boy looked at Fang Zheng cutely.
Fangzheng said: "Disciple, it is not impossible to give you mana."
"Really?" Red Boy's eyes lit up.
Fangzheng said: "You become a monk with the teacher, get the same haircut as the teacher, and don't leave One Finger Temple in the future, everything else is easy to talk about."
Red Boy rolled his eyes and said, "Master, you are too dishonest."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I beg you so lowly as a teacher, why don't you make a move? Do you have the nerve?" Fang Zheng said.
Hong Haier raised his head and said, "Master, let me make another request, can you lend me your mobile phone to play with in the future?"
Fangzheng thought about it, and the request seemed not difficult, so he agreed.
With the help of Honghaier, this seemingly difficult task became easier, but Fangzheng still controlled his strength, making everyone feel that everyone was working together to complete it. Even so, everyone called Fang Zheng a god...
Mustache even muttered: "This is better than a horse!"
A girl took the words subconsciously: "Mule?"
Fangzheng's forehead was instantly covered with black lines... he was too lazy to speak.
When Village Chief Lei saw the dead old horse, he cried on the spot. Then, in front of the village, he could see the direction of the mountain road, dug a grave to bury the old horse in, and erected a wooden tablet, which read: "Enma's Tomb".
The water was delivered, but this group of volunteers did not stay longer, but returned immediately. After all, it was Monday, and there were still many things to do.
He Ming stayed, and Village Chief Lei persuaded He Ming several times to let him go back. As a result, He Ming was determined to stay. Village Chief Lei had no choice but to give He Ming a house in the village that had been vacant for a long time. On this day, the whole village mobilized to help He Ming clean the house yard, and then a One by one, they brought over the quilts, pots and pans that they were reluctant to use, and in an instant, everything was tidy.