Chapter 852
"Thank you..." The man raised his head, and Fangzheng was stunned when he saw it! This turned out to be a man who looked about fifty years old! The man's hair is a bit gray, and his face is full of toughness, but he is a bit older after all. Although Yanyu sweeps the snow on the mountain every day, the snow in the Northeast can never be swept clean.
It was swept clean one second, and when the wind blows the next second, snow in the distance will fly over and cover the ground. Therefore, snow removal is not for sweeping clean, but to make the snow as little as possible, so that people can walk more easily.
Ordinary people go up the mountain and they have to be out of breath. If it snows, climbing the mountain is even more difficult. They always have to rest for a while before moving on. How difficult would it be to climb Yizhi Mountain if the legs were not working well and you had to rely on your hands, plus the snow along the way was an obstacle? Fangzheng has never tried it, but thinking about it with his feet, he also knows that this is definitely not a simple matter! Without good physical strength and great perseverance, it is absolutely impossible to complete.
Fangzheng couldn't imagine what it was that made the man climb up so persistently. Fangzheng opened his wisdom eyes and glanced at the man. The man had a lot of golden light, but not much karma. So, Fangzheng made a decision, but no matter what it is, if you can, please help him.
Fangzheng helped the man up, only to find that Fangzheng's legs were as motionless as two pieces of wood.
The man smiled wryly, "It's a bit dull..."
Fangzheng patted the man's leg, it was so stiff, it was not wooden, it was obviously frozen!
Fangzheng asked: "Is there still consciousness?"
The man shook his head.
Without saying a word, Fangzheng picked up the man on his back and quickly walked towards One Finger Temple.
After entering the monastery, upon hearing the movement, the red boy, monkey, lone wolf, and squirrel all came over. As for the salted fish who was peeping on the Naihe Bridge, Fang Zheng was too lazy to bother with him.
"Purify your heart and prepare the brazier. This benefactor needs to be warmed up." Fang Zheng said.
Hong Haier glanced at the man and ran away immediately.
The brazier is a mobile heating equipment commonly used in Northeast China. It is actually a large basin made of mud. Every family in the Northeast has a heated kang. When the heated kang is burned, some corn husks [the inedible part of the corn], or branches, wood, etc. are stuffed. These things are very resistant to burning. Even if they are completely burned, the heat can still be preserved for a long time. This effect is similar to that of charcoal. Northeast people use these to burn kangs and cook, and then take out the rest and put them in the brazier, which becomes a heating device.
Yizhisi had just finished eating, and there was still some charcoal in the stove, so Hong Haier took out a pot and put it on the open space in the kitchen.
After a while, Fangzheng came in, put the man on the chair, covered his body with the quilt brought by the monkey, and then put his legs on the edge of the brazier. The other party massaged his legs, and at the same time quietly circulated the aura in his body into the man's legs, quickly activating his blood, warming his meridians, and restoring cell activity.
In the Northeast, frostbite was very common in the early years, and the skin was reddened and painful when it was lightly frozen. The key points are chapped skin, bleeding and suppuration. Worse still, it may even cause functional impairment. The man in front of him had already had very severe cold legs. If it wasn't for Fangzheng's success in cultivation and the genuine energy in his body, it would have taken a lot of effort to replace him with someone else.
The man was obviously too tired, so he sat down, and when the brazier warmed his body, a sense of tiredness hit his heart, he tilted his head, and fell asleep directly.
The man slept for two hours, and when he woke up, he saw a little squirrel squatting in front of him, and the little squirrel was staring at him with wide-eyed eyes. Seeing him wake up, the little squirrel immediately jumped to the ground and ran away...
The man didn't care, but the next moment, a Buddha's horn sounded at the door: "Amitabha, the benefactor is awake? Are your legs better?"
The man looked back, and saw a white-clothed monk standing at the door, with his palms folded, his face as gentle as jade, and his smile with indescribable affinity.
Only then did the man recall the scene of Fangzheng carrying him into the monastery before, kneeling down and rubbing his legs for a massage. The man immediately sat there and bowed, as if bowing, and said at the same time: "Thank you, Master, for your help earlier, thank you."
Fangzheng shook his head and said: "Saving people is a matter of course. Donors don't need to be polite. But benefactors, why did they run up the mountain in such a cold day? Besides, it seems that the benefactor's legs have been unable to move for a long time, right? Yours What about relatives?"
This is also what Fangzheng was confused about. When he massaged the man's legs just now, Fangzheng discovered that the man's legs had long been paralyzed and he could not move. Such a person, logically speaking, should be taken care of by relatives, why did he suddenly come to the mountain? If it wasn't for his perseverance, he would be able to climb up the mountain. Otherwise, if Fangzheng or other pilgrims find out, it will probably kill someone. This is no child's play!
When the man heard this question, there was no trace of frustration on his face, but a little more gentleness. He looked at the glowing red charcoal fire in the brazier and said, "My name is Chen Danian. I was born in Dali, so I am called this name. I am forty-eight years old this year." , I am not a lonely old man who has no support and care. I have a wife and a daughter, and they are very beautiful, cute and well-behaved."
Speaking of this, tears welled up in the man's eyes unconsciously.
It was nothing to say, but Fangzheng listened to it very awkwardly. What do you mean they are very beautiful, cute, and well-behaved? Chen Danian's wife should be in her forties, how can you praise a woman of this age as cute and well-behaved?
It is said that when the relationship is over, you will be eighteen years old forever, and it seems to be true. Fangzheng muttered in his heart.
At this time, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red boy also came in and warmed up around the brazier. They all seemed to be careless, but in fact they all pricked up their ears. Obviously because life on the mountain is boring, I came to listen to stories and join in the fun. Fangzheng even saw a fish head protruding from behind the door, but this guy seemed not satisfied with his position, and was secretly moving into the room.
Fangzheng glared at Xianyu, and Xianyu waved an iron hook in Fangzheng's hand, then bit it with his mouth, jumped, hung on the window frame, and remained motionless. This guy is really no different from a salted fish when he hangs it like this... But there is a salted fish hanging in the kitchen of the temple. No matter how you look at it, the style of painting is wrong!
Chen Danian continued to tell his story, Fangzheng didn't have time to talk to Xianyu anymore, he just gave him a look and told him to be honest and not make trouble.
However, as Chen Danian was talking, Chen Danian stopped talking, and the whole person entered a certain trance state, his eyes were full of endless tenderness, and his voice was extremely soft, but tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Fangzheng knew that Chen Danian had fallen into his own emotional world, and the thing that stimulated him must have something to do with his daughter. So Fangzheng clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha." The next moment, he cast a dream and brought all his disciples into Chen Danian's memory.