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Chapter 851 so eavesdropping

"Thank you..." The man raised his head. When Fang Zheng saw it, he was stunned! This turned out to be a man who looked about fifty years old! The man's hair was a bit gray and his face was full of toughness, but he was a bit older after all.

. Although Xianyu will sweep the snow on the mountains every day, the snow in the Northeast can never be swept clean.

It is swept clean one second, and when the wind blows the next second, the snow in the distance will fly over and cover the ground. Therefore, the purpose of sweeping the snow is not to sweep it clean, but to reduce the snow as much as possible so that people can walk

It's just an easier journey.

Ordinary people are out of breath when going up a mountain. If it snows, climbing is even more difficult. You always need to rest for a while before you can continue moving forward. If you can't use your legs, you have to rely on your hands, and the snow along the way is an obstacle.

, how difficult is it to climb Yizhi Mountain? Fang Zheng has never tried it, but thinking about it with his feet, he knows that this is definitely not an easy task! Without good physical strength and great perseverance, it is absolutely impossible to complete.

Fang Zheng couldn't imagine what happened that made the man climb up so persistently. Fang Zheng opened his eyes and took a look at the man. He had a lot of golden light on his body, but not much karma. So, Fang Zheng made a decision.

But no matter what it is, if you can, help him.

Fang Zheng helped the man up, and then he realized that Fang Zheng's legs were as motionless as two pieces of wood.

The man smiled bitterly and said: "A bit stupid..."

Fang Zheng patted the man's leg. It was stiff. It was not wooden at all. It was clearly frozen!

Fang Zheng asked: "Are you still conscious?"

The man shook his head.

Without saying a word, Fang Zheng picked up the man on his back and walked quickly to Yizhi Temple.

After entering the temple, when they heard some noise, Red Boy, Monkey, Lone Wolf, and Squirrel all came over. As for Xianyu, who was half leaning out of the Tianlong Pond from behind and lying on the Naihe Bridge to peek, Fang Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Go to Pure Heart and prepare a brazier. This donor needs to be warmed up," Fang Zheng said.

Red Boy took one look at the man and ran away immediately.

A fire pot is a commonly used mobile heating device in the Northeast. It is actually a large pot made of mud. Every household in the Northeast has a fire pit. When burning the fire pit, they usually stuff some corn husks [the inedible part of the corn], branches, or wood.

These things are very resistant to burning. Even if they are burned through, the heat can still be retained for a long time. This effect is similar to charcoal. People in the Northeast use these to burn kangs and cook, and then take out the remaining ones and put them into the brazier.

It becomes a heating device.

Not long after Yi Zhi Si finished eating, there was still some charcoal in the stove pit, so Hong Boy took out a basin and placed it on the open space in the kitchen.

After a while, Fang Zheng came in, put the man on a chair, covered him with the quilt that the monkey brought, and then placed his legs on the edge of the brazier. Fang Zheng sat next to the man and gently gave him a hand.

The other person massages his legs, and at the same time, he quietly circulates the spiritual energy in his body and injects it 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. In mild cases, the skin will be red and painful. In severe cases, the skin will be chapped, bleeding, and suppurating. In worse cases, it may even cause functional impairment. The man in front of me has frozen legs.

It's already very serious. If Fang Zheng hadn't been successful in cultivation and had true energy in his body, it would have been really difficult for someone else to do it.

The man was obviously very tired, so he sat down. The brazier warmed his body. A wave of fatigue hit his heart. He tilted his head and fell asleep directly.

The man slept for two hours. When he woke up, he saw a little squirrel squatting in front of him. The little squirrel was staring at him with wide eyes. When he woke up, the little squirrel immediately jumped to the

On the ground, ran away...

The man didn't pay attention, but the next moment, a Buddha's call sounded at the door: "Amitabha, the donor is awake? Is your leg feeling better?"

The man looked back and saw a monk in white standing at the door, with his hands clasped together, his face as gentle as jade, and his smile with indescribable affinity.

Only then did the man remember the scene where Fang Zheng carried him into the temple and bent over to rub his legs for massage. The man immediately sat there and bent over, as if bowing, and said at the same time: "Thank you, Master, for helping me earlier, thank you."

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Rescuing people is a matter of course, and the donor does not need to be polite. But the donor, why did you come to the mountain in such a cold weather? Moreover, the donor's legs seem to have been unable to move for a long time, right? Yours

Where are your relatives?"

This is what Fang Zheng was puzzled about. When he was massaging the man's legs, Fang Zheng discovered that the man's legs had long been paralyzed and he could not move. Such a person should be taken care of by his relatives. How could he suddenly run away?

Coming up the mountain? If he hadn't been perseverant enough to climb up the mountain. Otherwise, if Fang Zheng or other pilgrims had discovered it, someone would probably have died. This is no child's play!

When the man heard this question, there was no trace of frustration on his face. Instead, he looked a little more gentle. Looking at the red charcoal fire in the brazier, he said: "My name is Chen Danian. I was born in New Year's Eve, so I got this name. I am forty-eight years old this year."

, I am not a lonely old man with no one to support and take care of me. I have a wife and a daughter. They are very beautiful, cute and well-behaved."

Speaking of this, tears filled the man's eyes unconsciously.

These words were nothing at first, but Fang Zheng was very confused when he heard them. What do you mean they are very beautiful, cute, and well-behaved? Chen Danian's wife must be in her forties. How could she use the words "cute" and "beautiful" when praising a woman of this age?

They say that once you are in love, you will always be eighteen, and it seems to be true. Fang Zheng murmured in his heart.

At this time, the lone wolf, the squirrel, the monkey, and the red boy also came in and warmed themselves around the brazier. They all looked careless, but in fact they all pricked up their ears. Apparently they came to listen to the stories because life in the mountains was boring.

He came to join in the fun. Fang Zheng even saw a fish head sticking out from behind the door, but this guy didn't seem to be satisfied with his position and was secretly moving into the house.

Fang Zheng glared at Xianyu, and Xianyu waved an iron hook in his hand to Fang Zheng, then bit it with his mouth, jumped, and hung it on the window frame, motionless. This guy was really hung up like this.

It’s no different from a salted fish... But there is a salted fish hanging in the temple kitchen. No matter how you look at it, the painting style is wrong!

Chen Danian continued to tell his story, and Fang Zheng had no time to talk to Xianyu anymore. He just gave him a look and told him to be honest and not make trouble.

However, while Chen Danian was talking, Chen Danian stopped talking and entered a certain trance state. His eyes were full of endless tenderness and his voice was extremely soft, but his tears could not stop flowing out.

Fang Zheng knew that Chen Danian was trapped in his own emotional world, and the thing that stimulated him must have something to do with his daughter. So Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddhist name: "Amitabha." The next moment he cast a dream of yellow beams, directly taking all the

Disciple, I entered into Chen Danian’s memories.


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