He Ming endured the excruciating pain in his chest from being hit by the carriage and squatted down. He stroked the old horse and said, "Old pal, it's been hard on you. Thank you. I hope there's no need to haul water in the sky. You can run freely on the plains …" With that said, He Ming could not help but tear up. Although there were a few teams that delivered water, there were only two horses that delivered water. They were both kept by a certain kind family. Humans had time to rest, but the horses had to come out to fetch water almost every few days. The horses were much more tired than humans. He Ming had developed feelings for the horse along the way. Now that he saw his old friend leave, he felt sorrow as tears streamed down his face.
A man did not easily shed tears unless he was deeply hurt.
Everyone felt their hearts wince when they saw this scene. Fangzheng went forward to stroke the old horse's head and leaned into its ear. He repeated He Ming's words in a whisper.
The old horse looked at He Ming as tears streamed down its face as though it was bidding him farewell. Then, it slowly closed its eyes and stopped breathing.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and began chanting the Transcendence Sutra.
At that moment, no one said a word. They surrounded the old horse and silently listened to the sutra as they silently wished the old horse well.
Fangzheng was also helpless about this. Although he could see the future from He Ming, the mountain path here did not have any landmarks. Many places looked the same. To ensure safety, he had no choice but to give Red Boy his Dharmic powers to monitor the surroundings. The brat ended up wandering off. By the time he realized it, it was already too late. Thankfully, he had managed to save the old horse. However, the horse had suffered a calamity.
At that moment, Red Boy walked out from the other side of the carriage. Everything had happened so suddenly. Fangzheng wanted to save the old horse, but he also wanted to block the carriage. How could it be that easy? He kicked the carriage and nearly sent it flying. Thankfully, Red Boy reacted quickly and ran over to block the carriage. However, Red Boy was too small and too fast. Everyone's attention was on Fangzheng, so they naturally did not notice this detail. They only believed that Fangzheng had blocked the carriage and saved the old horse.
After the scripture was finished, the mustached man and company were vexed. Now that the old horse was gone, what were they to do with the water on the carriage? Were they to rely on manpower to deliver it? This was simply an impossible task! Moreover, Old Ma's remains could not be left here. He Ming wanted to bring Old Ma back to Daili Village for a proper burial.
Just as everyone was discussing what to do, Fangzheng said, "Amitabha. Patrons, let's each carry a chest of water. Leave the old horse on the carriage. If you can't carry the water, leave it on the carriage. If you really can't carry it, leave it here. You can come back later to retrieve it."
"Master, that's not difficult. The problem is that this cart can't move." The man with the mustache smiled bitterly.
Fangzheng smiled. "This Penniless Monk still has some strength to pull the carriage. However, Patrons, you have to help me as well."
Fangzheng had taken on the most difficult tasks, so they naturally had no reason to reject him. Therefore, everyone immediately started to move. They helped the carriage up and put the old horse on it. Then, they put as much water as they could on the carriage, and everyone carried the rest. In the end, it was just right!
While they were busy, Fangzheng pulled Red Boy to the side.
"Master, aren't you being too evil? You earned the reputation, but I have to provide the strength? "Red Boy said with an aggrieved and indignant look.
What Fangzheng meant was very simple. There was no way he could handle so many things alone. Although the Great Strength Vajra Palm had greatly increased Fangzheng's strength, it did not make him an extraordinary superhuman. There was no way Fangzheng could handle such a heavy carriage, water, and old horse alone. However, Red Boy was different. The little guy might not look big, but he had immense strength! Therefore, Fangzheng decided to pretend to pull the carriage while Red Boy helped push it from behind. The true strength still came from Red Boy …
Fangzheng also knew that he was going overboard. Therefore, he said, "My dear disciple, what do you want?"
Red Boy stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "I can push the carriage, but you have to return my Dharmic powers! If not, I won't do it. Besides, you can't take them back. "
Fangzheng decisively shook his head. Although Red Boy was a lot less bloodthirsty than when he first came, a demon king was still a demon king. He had been taught the law of the jungle for many years. How could he change in a few days? As for his present behavior, Fangzheng could understand. It was akin to a tycoon being high and mighty to the poor when he was rich. He believed that he was not the same kind of person as the poor and that they were not in the same world. But one day, when the tycoon ran out of money, he would learn to look at problems from the perspective of the poor. As the saying goes, one's ass determines one's brain, and strength determines one's ass!
Red Boy was now able to obediently cultivate with Fangzheng and understand the coldness of the world. A large part of it was because he did not have the strength. He began to learn to look at the world from the perspective of an ordinary person and to understand the kindness between people. He did not want to look at life and death coldly from the perspective of a demon king!
If he returned his Dharmic powers, the little guy might turn demonic one day and wipe out an entire village. That would be a grave sin! Fangzheng would not be able to forgive himself!
"Master, can't you satisfy this tiny request of mine?" Red Boy looked adorably at Fangzheng.
"My dear disciple, it's not impossible to give you your Dharmic powers."
"Really?" Red Boy's eyes lit up.
Fangzheng said, "Become a monk with me and have the same hairstyle as me. Don't leave One Finger Monastery in the future. Everything else is negotiable."
Red Boy rolled his eyes. "Master, you are too insincere."
"Alright, cut the crap. I'm already begging you in such a humble manner. Aren't you going to help me? Aren't you embarrassed? "Fangzheng said.
Red Boy looked up and said, "Master, then I'll make another request. Can you lend me your cell phone in the future?"
Fangzheng thought for a moment. The request did not seem difficult, so he agreed.
With Red Boy's help, the seemingly difficult mission became easy. However, Fangzheng still controlled his strength, making everyone feel like they had completed it together. Even so, everyone called Fangzheng a god …
The mustached man mumbled. "He's even more impressive than a horse!"
A girl subconsciously replied, "A mule?"
A dark cloud instantly hung over Fangzheng's head. He could not be bothered to speak further.
When Village Chief Lei saw the dead horse, he cried on the spot. Following that, he dug a grave in front of the village where the mountain path could be seen. He buried the horse and erected a wooden plaque. On it was written: "Grave of Benefactor's Horse."
The batch of volunteers did not stay long after the water was delivered. Instead, they immediately returned. After all, it was Monday. There were many things to do.
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