Chapter 883 What Kind of Brains Does This Monk Have?

Song Yuhe looked around and saw that there was no rope to save him, so he said, "How are you? Can you still move? Hold on for a while, and I'll call someone over to help."

"Help me, my leg is broken, I can't use my strength. Also, this tree is about to break, time is running out. Please, help me, I don't want to die... woo woo woo..." The ugly man cried and yelled.

Song Yuhe was also in a hurry, and turned around three times in the same place, but couldn't find anything that could save people.

At this moment, the ugly man shouted again: "The roots of this tree are quite thick, and there is no problem for two people to stand on it. But the middle part of the tree seems to be about to fail. Can you come down and send me up?"

Song Yuhe was stunned when he heard it. Take a closer look at the height of the tree. It's a little over one meter. It's not that high, but it's short and you can't reach it with your hands. Therefore, if you want to save the ugly man, the way the ugly man said is really a way.

but……

Song Yuhe looked at the dry tree trunk and the deep cliff, felt the whistling northwest wind all around, and said in his heart: If one accidentally falls down, one hundred percent will fall to his death!

Thinking of this, Song Yuhe was a little scared. Xin said: The man in front of me is so ugly and dressed in such shabby clothes, he should be a homeless man or a beggar. And I am one of the three masters of Chinese medicine. Is it worth risking my life to save such a person?

Countless thoughts flashed through Song Yuhe's mind, thinking of his career, thinking of his family...

At this moment, there was an inaudible sound of a tree breaking, and the ugly man exclaimed: "It's about to break, it's about to break! Help! Help!"

Hearing this cry for help, Song Yuhe's originally chaotic thoughts exploded in an instant, and then all thoughts disappeared, and he shouted: "Don't be afraid, I'll save you!"

While speaking, Song Yuhe squatted down and stretched out his feet, ready to save someone.

At this moment, Song Yuhe suddenly heard someone ask him: "If you are such a famous doctor to save a beggar, if the tree breaks, you will die too. Is it worth it? Your value is much higher than that of a beggar."

However, Song Yuhe didn't even think about it, and cursed without raising his head: "I'm a doctor! Don't talk nonsense if you don't f*ck help!"

As a result, after the shout, Song Yuhe was stunned, was there anyone beside him? No, this sound is not coming from above, but from below!

At this moment, Song Yuhe heard a Buddha's chant: "Amitabha, the donor has kind thoughts in his heart, and he is a good person."

With the sound of the Buddha's horn, Song Yuhe felt his feet being held by hands, and then a huge force came, and he was pushed up involuntarily.

As soon as Song Yuhe sat firmly, he looked back and saw a monk standing on the edge of the cliff, clasped his hands together, and looked at him with a smile on his face!

At that moment, Song Yuhe was stunned, and then yelled, threw himself on the edge of the cliff, looked down, and saw an old tree sticking out of the cliff, the trunk was dry, but it didn't mean to break. The tree is empty, nothing!

"Where's the person?!" Song Yuhe's heart sank, and he said, "Where's that ugly man?" Did he fall and die?

The monk next to him put his hands together and asked, "Who is the benefactor talking about?"

"I'm talking about the beggar, didn't you see it? Why didn't you save him?" Song Yuhe asked.

Fangzheng looked at Song Yuhe with a smile, but didn't speak.

Song Yuhe thought that Fangzheng had acquiesced, and became even angrier. He roared angrily, "You're still laughing, your life is at stake, and you're still laughing? How can you laugh at this time?"

After Song Yuhe yelled, he looked down at the cliff again, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call the police.

At this moment, the ugly man's voice sounded in his ear: "Are you looking for me?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback, then turned around to look, and saw the ugly man standing where the monk was originally standing!

The ugly man's face is really ugly, but when he smiles, he has a different kind of charm.

Song Yuhe looked at the ugly man, then at the ugly man's legs, and then at the surroundings, his heart suddenly became a little hairy, and he asked with trembling lips: "You... how did you get up? Didn't your leg break? What? Fangzheng is hosting it?"

The ugly man smiled slightly and looked up at the sky. Song Yuhe subconsciously looked up at the sky. The sky was vast and there was nothing. Song Yuhe looked down at the ugly man, and was surprised to find that the ugly man had disappeared, and Fang Zheng appeared again, with a fair face and a very nice smile. Especially those eyes, as bright as the stars, and like the sea, containing everything, with a kind of peaceful power in their wisdom.

Looking at Fangzheng, and then looking around, Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes, swallowed, and asked: "Fangzheng host, you, and that person, you... this... no, are you a human or a ghost? " Song Yuhe asked incoherently.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, is this important?"

Song Yuhe scratched his head, smiled wryly, "I, I'm a little scared."

Fangzheng said: "The poor monk Yizhishan Yizhi Temple hosts Fangzheng. The poor monk came to find the benefactor, but he just wanted the benefactor to help pass a message to the outside world."

"What's the matter?" Song Yuhe looked at Fangzheng and always felt hairy. This changing method, and it is a living person with a big change in the whole body, this is definitely not the method of ordinary people! Even magic requires the cooperation of scenes and props. Even if it is face-changing in Sichuan opera, it is just changing the face, but it cannot change the whole body with a flick!

Therefore, Song Yuhe wanted to run away, but he was also curious about what Fangzheng wanted to tell him.

Regardless of Song Yuhe's fear, Fangzheng continued, "Three days later, the poor monk is going to hold an evangelism conference on the mountainside. In theory, the poor monk welcomes anyone with good morals to come and listen."

"Uh, master, do you want to give a lecture?" Song Yuhe really felt that his brain was not enough, and he couldn't keep up with the monk's way of thinking. It is not strange for a monk to give lectures, but it is strange if you pull a doctor and let the doctor spread the word.

Fangzheng nodded slightly, saying, yes.

Song Yuhe asked: "Master, then... what are you going to say? Who do you want to listen to? Also, you are looking for the wrong person. I am just a doctor, not a salesperson, and I can help you. You sell tickets and pull people."

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't need you to sell tickets, you just need to pass the news on."

"Okay, then what are you going to talk about?" Song Yuhe thought of Fangzheng's behavior on the mountain before, and the other party was disgusted in his heart. Heart said: Do you want to hype again? This monk is not finished yet? classes start? What can he say? Do you teach Buddhist scriptures?

However, Song Yuhe was a little afraid of this situation, so he still asked.

Fangzheng said: "The poor monk talks about medical skills."

"Medical skills?" Song Yuhe almost jumped up. He was so embarrassed today because of Fang Zheng's live broadcast of medical skills. Do it again now? He really wanted to tear Fang Zheng apart! This dead monk, is the hype endless?

Ps: I recommend my good friend Sun Shuai's "Wanjie Technology System" and Liangpi's new book "Upgrade I rely on black technology". It's the guy who came to harass me two days ago and almost got me drunk, and even asked me to push it, it's unreasonable, crying...