Song Yuhe looked around and saw that there was no rope that could be used to save her. Hence, he said, "How are you? Could he still move? Hold on for a while. I'll call someone over to help. "
"Quick, save me, my leg is broken, I can't use any strength. Also, the tree was about to break. There was not much time left. I beg you, save me, I don't want to die … Wu wu wu … "The ugly man wailed.
Song Yuhe turned anxious as well. He circled the area three times but failed to find anything that could save them.
At this moment, the ugly man shouted again, "The roots of this tree are quite thick. It's not a problem for two people to stand on them. However, the middle part of the tree seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. Can you come down and send me up? "
Song Yuhe was stunned when he heard that. Taking a closer look at the tree's height, it was a little more than one meter. It wasn't tall, but it was short. It couldn't be reached with one's hand. Hence, if he wanted to save the ugly man, what the ugly man said was really a way.
But …
Song Yuhe looked at the withered tree trunk and the deep cliff. As he felt the northwest wind howling around him, he thought, If I were to accidentally fall down, there's a 100% chance that I'll die!
With this in mind, Song Yuhe was a little afraid. She thought to herself, "The man in front of me is so ugly and dressed so shabbily. He should be a vagrant or a beggar." I'm one of the Three Divine Physicians of Chinese Medicine. Is it worth it to risk my life to save such a person?
Countless thoughts flashed through Song Yuhe's mind. He thought of his career and family …
At this moment, an almost inaudible sound of a tree snapping could be heard. The ugly man exclaimed, "It's going to snap, it's going to snap! Help! Help! "
Upon hearing this cry for help, Song Yuhe's chaotic thoughts instantly exploded. Following that, all his thoughts vanished as he shouted, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to save you!"
As he spoke, Song Yuhe squatted down and extended his leg, preparing to save her.
At that moment, Song Yuhe suddenly heard someone ask him, "For a famous doctor like you to save a beggar, what if the tree snaps and you die? Is it worth it? You're worth much more than a beggar. "
However, Song Yuhe didn't even think as he cursed without looking up. "I'm a doctor! If you don't want to help, then don't talk nonsense! "
Song Yuhe was taken aback when he heard the shout. There was someone else beside him? No, the sound didn't come from above, but from below!
At that moment, Song Yuhe heard a Buddhist proclamation. "Amitabha. Patron, you are kind and a good person."
As the Buddhist proclamation sounded, Song Yuhe felt his feet being held by a hand. Then, a tremendous force pushed him up involuntarily.
Just as Song Yuhe sat down, he turned his head and saw a monk standing by the cliff. The monk had his palms pressed together and was looking at him with a smile!
At that instant, Song Yuhe was taken aback. Following that, he yelled and pounced to the side of the cliff. Looking down, he saw an old tree protruding out of the cliff. Its trunk was withered, but it showed no signs of breaking. There was nothing on the tree, nothing at all!
"Where is he!?" Song Yuhe's heart sank as he thought, Where's that ugly man? Did he fall to his death?
The monk at the side pressed his palms together and asked, "Benefactor, who are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the beggar. Didn't you see him? Why didn't you save him? "Song Yuhe asked.
Fangzheng chuckled as he looked at Song Yuhe without a word.
Song Yuhe believed that Fangzheng was tacitly agreeing, so he became even more infuriated. He roared angrily. "You are still laughing? A human life is at stake. Why are you still laughing? How can you laugh at a time like this? "
After Song Yuhe roared, he looked down the cliff and took out his cell phone, preparing to call the police.
At that moment, he heard the ugly man's voice. "Are you looking for me?"
Song Yuhe was taken aback as he turned around and saw the ugly man standing where the monk had been!
The ugly man's face was truly ugly, but when he smiled, he had a different kind of charm.
Song Yuhe looked at the ugly man and then at his legs before looking around. He suddenly felt a little creeped out as he asked with quivering lips, "How … How did you get up here? Isn't your leg broken? Where's Abbot Fangzheng? "
The ugly man smiled and looked up into the sky. Song Yuhe subconsciously looked up, but there was nothing in the sky. Song Yuhe looked down at the ugly man and was surprised to discover that the ugly man had vanished. Fangzheng had appeared again. His fair face looked very good when he smiled. Especially his eyes. They were as resplendent as the stars, but also like the sea. They contained everything, and amidst his wisdom was a peaceful power.
As he looked at Fangzheng and then his surroundings, Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes and gulped. He asked, "Abbot Fangzheng, you, and that person … Are you human or ghost?" Song Yuhe asked incoherently.
Fangzheng smiled. "Amitabha. Patron, is that important?"
Song Yuhe scratched his head and said with a bitter smile, "I-I'm a little afraid."
Fangzheng said, "This Penniless Monk is Mt. One Finger's One Finger Monastery's abbot, Fangzheng. This Penniless Monk came to you to ask for your help in passing a message."
"What is it?" Song Yuhe felt his hair stand on end when he looked at Fangzheng. Fangzheng's ability to change back and forth, to transform into a living person with his entire body, was definitely not the means of an ordinary person! Even if it was a magic trick, it needed the combination of the setting and props. Even if it was a Sichuan opera face-changing, it was just a face-changing. It was impossible to change one's entire body!
Therefore, Song Yuhe yearned to run. However, he was equally curious as to what message Fangzheng wanted him to pass.
Fangzheng ignored Song Yuhe's horror and continued. "In three days, This Penniless Monk plans on holding a Dharma Preaching Assembly by the mountainside. In theory, This Penniless Monk welcomes anyone with good morals to attend."
"Uh, Master, you are going to give a lecture?" Song Yuhe really felt that his brain was lacking. He couldn't keep up with the monk's erratic train of thought. It wasn't odd for a monk to give a lecture, but it was odd for a doctor to spread the message.
Fangzheng nodded slightly, indicating that he was right.
Song Yuhe asked, "Master, then … what do you plan on giving a lecture? Who do you want to hear it? Also, you are looking for the wrong person. I'm only a doctor, not a salesman. How can I help you sell tickets and recruit people? "
Fangzheng shook his head. "This Penniless Monk doesn't need you to sell tickets. All you need to do is spread the message."
"Alright, then what do you plan on giving a lecture?" Song Yuhe recalled Fangzheng's actions on the mountain and found him repulsive. He thought, "Is he trying to sensationalize it again? Isn't this monk done yet? Giving a lecture? What can he talk about? Buddhist scriptures? "
Unfortunately, Song Yuhe was a little afraid in the present situation, so he asked.
Fangzheng said, "This Penniless Monk will talk about medicine."
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