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 period. 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..." Speaking of this, He Ming couldn't help but shed tears. Although there are several water delivery teams, there are only two water delivery horses. They are all kept by kind-hearted people. People have time to rest, but the horses have to come out to pull water almost every few days. These horses are more tiring than people. many. Along the way, He Ming also had feelings for the horse. Now seeing his old friend leave, he felt sad and burst into tears.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.
Everyone looked at this scene and felt a little sad. Fang Zheng stepped forward and stroked Lao Ma's head, lay next to Lao 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.
Fangzheng put his hands together and recited the salvation sutra.
At this moment, everyone was silent and just surrounded Lao Ma, silently listening to the scriptures and silently blessing Lao Ma.
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 magic power and let him monitor it. All around. As a result, this naughty kid got distracted and ran away, and it was a little too late when he found out. Fortunately, everyone saved him. But this horse suffered a disaster...
At this time, Red Boy walked out from the other side of the carriage. The incident 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, Hong Boy reacted quickly and rushed up to block the carriage. However, Red Boy was too small and too fast, and everyone's attention was focused on Fang Zheng, so they naturally didn't notice this detail and just assumed that Fang Zheng had blocked the carriage and saved people.
After reading the scriptures, Mustache and others were worried again. Now that the old horse has left, what should we do with the water on the carriage? Rely on manpower to send it there? This is simply an impossible task! What's more, Lao Ma's body can't just be thrown here. He Ming wants to take Lao Ma back to Daili Village for a proper burial.
While everyone was discussing how to do it, Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, several donors, each of us has to carry a box of water, put the old horse in the car, and put the water that cannot be carried away in the car. Go up, 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 tasks, so they had no reason to refuse. So everyone immediately started to help the carriage, put the old horse on the carriage, and then put as much water as possible on the carriage, and everyone carried the rest. After doing this, it turned out to be just right!
While they were busy, Fang Zheng took Hong Boy aside.
"Master, aren't you being too shady? You have earned your reputation, but I am the one who provides the 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 turn him into an inhuman super human. Fang Zheng would definitely not be able to handle such a heavy carriage, water and old horse alone. But Honghai'er is different. This little guy doesn't look big, but he is very strong! So Fangzheng simply pretended to pull the cart, and Honghaier helped push it from behind. The real strength came from Honghaier...
Fang Zheng also knew that this was a bit too much, so he said, "Disciple, what do you want?"
Hong Hai'er touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "The cart is okay, but you have to give me the mana back! 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 was still the Demon King. How could it be possible to change the situation after so many years of education about the law of the jungle and the strong? As for the current performance, Fang Zheng can understand it. 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 are not in the same world. But one day, the rich man has no money, and then he will learn to look at the problem from the perspective of the poor. As the saying goes, your butt determines your head, and your strength determines your 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. Instead of 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 couldn’t even 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?" Hong Boy's eyes lit up.
Fang Zheng said: "You become a monk like my master, get a haircut like my master's, and don'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. I have begged you so humbly for three times, but you still won'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 Fangzheng 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. As a result, He Ming was determined to stay. Village Chief Lei had no choice but to allocate a house in the village that had been vacant for a long time to He Ming. On this day, the whole village mobilized to help He Ming clean the house and yard, and then a Everyone brought over quilts, pots and pans that they were reluctant to use, and in an instant, everything was in order.
(End of chapter)