Yu'er stopped and looked at the old monk Mo Fang.

"Your father is just a wise man. If you really don't care about you, you will not send you to the palace as a escort to you to seek a future. You may have had no choice but to drive you out of the house."

Old Monk Mo Fang sighed long and took the reins held by Yu'er: "Although it is respected by the world and has a height that others cannot touch, you remember, don't forget the foundation of being a human being! Don't forget your original intention, and you will be able to do it all the time."

As he spoke, Old Monk Mo Fang turned over the horse's back and looked at Yuer from a high place: "Actually, I know you have reasons that are difficult to speak of, so I won't blame you for being a teacher."

"Master?" Yu'er was shocked.

"There are so many people who are in a long and difficult way. If the emperor doesn't mention it, it doesn't mean that he is a teacher. Some people abandon everyone and keep their families, while others abandon their families to help everyone."

Old Monk Mo Fang held the reins in his hand and walked forward step by step, waved his hand behind him: "Yu'er, the day is long, see you later."

As soon as the words fell, the horse was like crazy and was constantly rushing. Old monk Mo Fang held the reins tightly and pressed them against the horse's back, trying to tame the horse and stop it, but the horse seemed to be stimulated and did not obey the command at all.

"Master!" Yu'er hurriedly chased after him.

Only a bang was heard, and the old monk Mo Fang was thrown to the ground by the horse, rolled around the lawn before stopping.

The horse ran wildly in pain and disappeared into the mountains and forests, stirring up a tree of birds, and only then did it stop.

"Master!"

Yu'er came to the side of the old monk Mo Fang and helped him up. Seeing his face full of blood and many injuries on his body, Yu'er felt very distressed.

"It's not a big deal, just a skin trauma, but when the person gets old, it seems a little useless. The fish doesn't cry, the master is fine."

Old Monk Mo Fang smiled casually, as if the wound on his body did not hurt at all. Yu'er didn't say anything, and he was holding his breath in his heart and helped the old monk up: "Master, go back and recuperate for a while, and go back when the injury is healed."

"No, so many homeless monks in Jokhang Temple are still waiting for me." Old Monk Mo Fang insisted on going back.

Yu'er said helplessly: "Master, I'll escort you all the way back to the temple tomorrow."

He couldn't bear it when his master was old, and the proposal was rejected by the old monk again.

"Master!" Yu'er insisted, "I want to send you to Jokhang Temple. I can win the war ahead."

He couldn't throw his master away and ignore him.

Old Monk Mo Fang slowly stood up with Yu'er's hand and limped at the forest: "I'm old and can't even control a horse. I really have to accept my old age."

The horse suddenly went crazy and didn't give the fish a chance to react. He should figure out how the horse went crazy.

Is it intentional or is it someone who is assassinating?

He helped the old monk back into the camp, and Xiao Jingheng knew what happened

Things, I got up and checked. There were different degrees of scars on my arms and legs. The most serious one was the calf. When I touched the sharp stone, it had cut a deep hole and a lot of blood was leaked.

The fish are bandaging bit by bit.

"It's causing trouble for the emperor." Old Monk Mo Fang said with embarrassment, reaching out to cover the wound on his leg: "It's nothing important to take medicine. This injury is nothing compared to the danger I encountered when I went up the mountain."

Speaking of this, Xiao Jingheng had to comfort the fish: "You stay by the abbot's side and take good care of it. I will let the people in the kitchen get some food."

"good!"
Chapter completed!