He Ming endured the severe pain in his chest from being hit by the carriage, squatted down, stroked the old horse and said: "Old man, you have worked hard during this time, thank you this time, I hope there is no need to pull water from the sky, and you can let go on the prairie.
Run..." When he said this, He Ming couldn't help but shed tears. Although there were several water delivery teams, there were only two water delivery horses, and they were all raised by kind-hearted people. People have time to rest, but
The horse has to go out to pull water almost every few days. The horse is much more tiring than the human. Along the way, He Ming also has feelings for the horse. Now seeing his old friend leave, he feels sad.
Tears fell down.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
Everyone looked at this scene and felt a little sad in their hearts. Fang Zheng stepped forward and stroked Old Ma's head, lay next to Old Ma's ear, and whispered He Ming's words again in a low voice.
Lao Ma looked at He Ming, tears also flowed out, as if saying goodbye, then slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and recited the salvation sutra.
At this moment, everyone was silent, just surrounding Lao Ma, listening to the scriptures silently, and blessing Lao Ma silently.
Fang Zheng was helpless about this. Although he saw what would happen in the future from He Ming, there were no landmarks on the mountain roads here. Many places looked the same. In order to ensure safety, he had to give Red Boy his mana and let him monitor it.
All around. As a result, this naughty kid got distracted and wandered away. It was a little too late when he found out. Fortunately, everyone rescued him. But the horse suffered...
At this time, Hong Boy came out from the other side of the carriage. Something happened suddenly. Fang Zheng wanted to save people, but also wanted to block the carriage. How could it be so easy? He kicked the carriage and almost knocked him out. Fortunately,
Red Boy reacted quickly and rushed up to block the carriage. However, Red Boy was too small and too fast. Everyone's attention was focused on Fang Zheng, so naturally they didn't notice this detail. They just thought it was Fang Zheng who blocked the carriage.
Got people.
After reading the scriptures, Xiaozhu and others were worried again. Now that the old horse has left, what should we do with the water in the carriage? Relying on manpower to send it there? This is simply an impossible task! What's more, the old horse's body cannot be left alone.
Leaving it here, He Ming wanted to take the old horse back to Daili Village for a proper burial.
While everyone was busy discussing how to do it, Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, several donors, everyone should carry a box of water, put the old horse in the car, and put the water that cannot be carried away in the car.
If you really can't put it down, just put it here first and pick it up later."
"Master, this is not difficult. The problem is, this car can't be pulled." Mustache said with a bitter smile.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk still has some strength to pull the cart, but all the donors have to help."
Fang Zheng took on the most difficult work, so they had no reason to refuse. So everyone immediately started to help the carriage, put the old horse on the carriage, put as much water as possible on the carriage, and everyone carried the rest.
As a result, after doing this, it turned out to be just right!
While they were busy, Fang Zheng took Hong Boy aside.
"Master, are you too shady? You have earned your reputation, but I have to provide you with your strength?" Hong Hai'er said with a look of grievance and unwillingness.
It turns out that Fang Zheng’s meaning is very simple. He certainly cannot handle so many things by himself. Although the Powerful Vajra Palm greatly increased Fang Zheng’s strength, it did not make him an inhuman super human. Such a heavy carriage, water and old horses, Fang Zheng
One person definitely couldn't do it. But Hong Hai'er was different. This little guy looked small, but he was very strong! So Fang Zheng simply pretended to pull the cart, and Hong Hai'er helped push it from behind. The real strength still came from Hong Hai'er...
Fang Zheng also knew that this was a bit excessive, so he said, "Disciple, what do you want?"
Honghai'er touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "The cart is fine, but you have to return the mana to me! Otherwise I won't do it, and you can't take it back."
Fang Zheng shook his head decisively. Although Red Boy was much less aggressive than when he first came here, the demon king is still the demon king. After so many years of education of the weak and the strong, how can it be changed in just three days? As for his current performance,
Fang Zheng can also understand. This is like a rich man. When he is rich, he is always condescending to the poor, and thinks that he and the poor are not the same kind of people and in the same world. But one day, the rich man has no money. At that time
Only then will he learn to look at problems from a poor person's perspective. As the saying goes, butt determines head, strength determines butt!
Hong Hai'er is now able to practice with Fang Zheng faithfully and understand the warmth and coldness of the human world. This is largely because he has lost his strength and has begun to learn to see the world from an ordinary person's perspective and to appreciate the kindness between people.
It’s not like looking at life and death indifferently from the perspective of a demon king!
If the mana is returned, if this little thing becomes demonic one day and comes to destroy the village, the sin will be too great! Fang Zheng himself cannot forgive himself!
"Master, aren't you satisfied with all my demands?" Hong Boy looked at Fang Zheng cutely.
Fang Zheng said: "Disciple, it's not impossible to give you magic power."
"Really?" Red Boy's eyes lit up.
Fang Zheng said: "You become a monk like my teacher, get a haircut like my teacher's, and you won't leave Yizhi Temple from now on. Everything else is easy to talk about."
Hong Hai'er rolled his eyes and said, "Master, you are so insincere."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. My teacher has begged you so humbly, but you still don't take action? Are you embarrassed?" Fang Zheng said.
Honghai'er raised his head and said, "Master, let me make another request. Can you lend me your mobile phone to play with in the future?"
Fang Zheng thought about it and realized that this request seemed not difficult, so he agreed.
With the help of Hong Hai'er, this seemingly difficult task became not difficult, but Fang Zheng still controlled his strength, making everyone feel that it was completed by everyone. Even so, everyone called Fang Zheng a god...
Mustache even muttered: "This is worse than a horse!"
A girl subconsciously took over: "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, where he could see the direction of the mountain road, he dug a grave and buried the old horse in it, and erected a wooden tablet that read:
"The Tomb of Enma".
When the water was delivered, this group of volunteers did not stay long and 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 go back. In the end, He Ming was determined to stay, and Village Chief Lei had no choice but to move a village that had been vacant for a long time.
The house was allocated to He Ming. On this day, the whole village mobilized to help He Ming clean the house and yard, and then one by one brought over the quilts, pots and pans that the family was reluctant to use. In an instant, everything was in order.