"Thank you......" The man raised his head, looked at it, and was stunned for a moment! This turned out to be a man who looked to be about fifty years old! The man's hair was a little gray, and his face was full of toughness, but he was a little older after all. Although the snow on the mountain is swept every day, the snow in the Northeast can never be swept clean.

One second it was swept away, and the next second the wind blew, and the snow in the distance flew over and covered the ground. Therefore, snow removal is not to sweep clean, but to make the snow as little as possible and make it easier for people to walk.

Ordinary people have to be out of breath when they go up the mountain, and if it snows, it is even more difficult to climb the mountain, and they always have to rest for a while before they can continue to move forward. If your legs are not good, you can rely on your hands, and the snow along the way is the obstacles, how difficult would it be to climb a finger mountain? Fang Zheng has never tried it, but he thinks about it with his feet, and he knows that this is definitely not a simple thing! Without good physical strength and great perseverance, it is absolutely impossible to accomplish.

Fang Zheng couldn't imagine what was going on that made the man climb up so persistently. Fang Zheng opened his eyes and glanced at the man, the man had a lot of golden light, but not much karma. So, Fang Zheng made a decision, but no matter what it was, if he could, he would help him.

Fang Zheng helped the man up, only to find that Fang Zheng's legs were like two pieces of wood, motionless.

The man smiled bitterly: "It's a little wooden......"

Fang Zheng patted the man's leg, hard, where is this wooden, it is clearly frozen!

Fang Zheng asked, "Do you still have consciousness?"

The man shook his head.

Fang Zheng didn't say a word, picked up the man on his back, and walked quickly towards the Yizhi Temple.

Entering the temple, hearing the movement, the red boy, the monkey, the lone wolf, and the squirrel all came over, as for the salted fish that leaned out of the Tianlong Pond behind and peeped on the Nai He Bridge, Fang Zheng was too lazy to take care of it.

"Go and prepare the brazier, this benefactor needs to be warmed up. "Founder Road.

The red boy glanced at the man and immediately ran away.

The brazier is a commonly used mobile heating device in Northeast China, which is actually a large basin made of mud. There is a kang in the Northeast, and when the kang is burned, it is generally stuffed with some bud rice pulp [the part of the corn that cannot be eaten inside], or branches, wood or something. These things are very resistant to burning, and even if they are burned through, the heat can still be retained for a long time, which is similar to charcoal. Northeast people use these to burn kang, cook, and then take out the rest and put it into the brazier, which becomes a heating device.

Not long after the Yizhi Temple finished eating, there was still some charcoal in the stove pit, and the red boy took out a pot and put it in the open space of the kitchen.

After a while, Fang Zheng came in, put the man on the chair, covered his body with the quilt brought by the monkey, and then put his legs on the edge of the brazier, Fang Zheng sat next to the man, gently massaged the other party's legs with his hands, and at the same time quietly operated the aura in his body into the man's legs, quickly activated his blood, warmed his meridians, and restored cell activity.

In the Northeast, frostbite was common in the early years, and the skin was red and painful with light chills. The focus of the skin is chapped, bleeding, suppurating. Even worse, it will even freeze out of the dysfunction. The man in front of him, his legs were already very cold, if it weren't for Fangzheng's cultivation and true qi in his body, he would really have to spend a lot of time if he was replaced by someone else.

The man was obviously too tired to do anything, so he sat down, and as soon as the brazier was baked, his body was warm, and a tiredness hit his heart, his head tilted, and he fell asleep directly.

The man slept for two hours, and when he woke up, he saw a small squirrel squatting in front of him, and the little squirrel was staring at him with wide eyes. Seeing him wake up, the little squirrel immediately jumped to the ground and ran away......

The man didn't care, but the next moment, a Buddha horn sounded at the door: "Amitabha, is the donor awake?

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

Only then did the man remember the picture of Fang Zheng carrying him into the temple before, bending down and rubbing his legs and massaging. The man immediately sat there and bent over, as if he was bowing, and said, "Thank you, Master, for your help." ”

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Saving people is a matter of course, and the donor doesn't need to be polite." But the donor, why did he come to the mountains on such a cold day? Moreover, the donor's legs seem to have been unable to move for a long time, right?

This is also where Fang Zheng was puzzled, when he just massaged the man's legs, Fang Zheng found that the man's legs had long been paralyzed and he couldn't move. Such a person, who is supposed to be taken care of by his relatives, suddenly ran to the mountain? If it weren't for his perseverance, he would have been able to climb the mountain. Otherwise, just relying on Fang Zheng or other pilgrims to find out, most of them would be killed. This is no child's play!

When the man heard this question, there was no trace of frustration on his face, but a little more gentleness, looking at the red charcoal fire in the brazier, and said: "My name is Chen Danian, because I was born on Chinese New Year's Eve, so I call it this name." At the age of 48 this year, I am not a lonely old man who has no one to support and take care of. I have a wife and a daughter, and they are very beautiful, cute, and well-behaved. ”

Speaking of this, tears unconsciously welled up in the man's eyes.

This was nothing, but Fang Zheng listened to it very differently, what do you mean that they are very beautiful, cute, and well-behaved? Chen Danian's wife should be in her forties, how can a woman of this age be praised with cuteness and well-behaved?

It is said that the relationship has arrived, and it seems to be true forever at the age of eighteen. Fang Zheng muttered in his heart.

At this time, the lone wolf, the squirrel, the monkey, and the red boy also walked in, and roasted the fire around the brazier, and each of them looked careless, but in fact they all pricked up their ears. Apparently because life in the mountains is boring, I came to listen to the story and join in the fun. Fang Zheng even saw a fish head poking 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 the salted fish, and the salted fish waved an iron hook in his hand, then bit it with his mouth, jumped, and hung on the window frame, motionless. This guy is really no different from a salted fish...... But there is a salted fish hanging in the kitchen of the temple, no matter how you look at it, the painting style is not right!

Chen Danian continued to tell his story, and Fang Zheng didn't have time to take care of the salted fish, just gave him a look, told him to be honest, and not to make a mess.

Chen Danian talked and talked, Chen Danian stopped talking, and the whole person entered a kind of trance, his eyes were full of endless tenderness, and his voice was extremely soft, but the tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Fang Zheng knew that Chen Danian had fallen into his own emotional world, and the things that stimulated him must have something to do with his daughter. So Fang Zheng put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha." The next moment, he cast a dream of Huangliang, and directly took all the disciples into Chen Danian's memories.