The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

And He Haijiang, she trusted him so much, but in the end, he took her step by step to death, and in the end, he was clearly on it, but he refused to look down for a moment, Her heart was cold ... helplessly, she thought of two people-mother and father.

He Haijiang sat helplessly on it, dazed ...

At this moment, he patted one hand gently on He Haijiang's shoulder, and He Haijiang turned suddenly and screamed, "Who?"

I saw a monk in white standing behind him, with a calm smile on his face, his hands crossed: "Amitabha, don't be surprised by the donor."

"You ... Are you a monk? Are you from the rescue team? Why did you come so late? Don't you know that it takes a second to kill someone?" He Haijiang seemed to find a vent bucket, roaring wildly "You come early, Mu Jie will be fine! It's all your fault, you have to bear ..."

Even if He Haijiang was roaring there, the monk in front of him smiled mildly, but he couldn't help swearing: MMP, do you know that it will kill someone? Knowing the danger, still running to death in the mountains? But she said lightly, "Do you mean the donor under the cliff? She is not dead yet?"

"Not dead?" He Haijiang froze, then grabbed the monk's arm and asked, "She wasn't dead?"

The visitor is Founder. He has seen everything before, and can be said to be disappointed with He Haijiang and Cheng Mujie. Similarly, Founder did not plan to save people immediately. Since he made a mistake, he always had to accept some punishment.

Founder nodded, and He Haijiang suddenly exulted, pointing to the following: "Then what are you still looking at? Save people!"

When Founder heard it, his eyebrows suddenly frowned. It's so easy to say! Since it's so easy, can't he save it? Still crying like a sissy?

With this in mind, Founder folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk cannot save her. To save her, you have to rely on yourself."

"Myself?" He Haijiang froze, looking at the founder with empty hands, and then looking at himself, he suddenly found that this monk seemed to really not be able to do anything and could not help complaining: "How can your rescue team even use rescue tools? Nothing? Nothing, how can I save people? "

The Founder asked, "Oh? What tools does the donor want? Poor monks can help the donor think of a way."

He Haijiang looked at the cliff behind him, and then looked at the monk in front of him, his eyes turned slightly, and said, "I need a rope! A very strong one." In his opinion, Founder was empty-handed, and these things must not be. In that case, he would not have to go on an adventure ...

As a result, Fang Zheng laughed. He took a thick nylon rope from his arms, and the end of the rope was in Fang Zheng's arms. Founder said: "Coincidentally, the poor monk just happens to have a rope here, donor, go ahead and save your lover."

Seeing this, He Haijiang froze immediately, look at the two nylon ropes with thick thumbs, then look at Founder, and finally look at the bottomless abyss, swallowed his mouth, and seemed to be making a difficult decision.

"Donor, save people quickly, otherwise becoming a donor is really dangerous." Founder reminded.

"I ..." He Haijiang was also struggling. He wanted to save Mu Jie, but he was more afraid of going down and accidentally fell to death. He didn't know how to refuse the Founder, but could only rack up his brains and try to evade it. That's right, he is not thinking about how to save people, but he is thinking about how not to go and let Founder go.

At this moment, He Haijiang saw Fang Zheng's body. Although the clothes were wide, they were not drumming. Such thick ropes certainly couldn't hold much. With this in mind, He Haijiang had an idea and said, "How long is your rope? I need a rope of dozens of meters."

Founder shoved the head of the rope into He Haijiang's hand and smiled, "It's too urgent to come out. The poor monk doesn't know how long the rope is. The donor may wish to pull it out for a look."

He Haijiang looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and sneered: "You monk have a problem in your head? You hide the rope in your clothes. How much space can you put in your clothes without you?

Founder smiled: "Donor, just pull it out and see."

He Haijiang said: "If the rope is not long enough, I will not go down. I have never seen a rescuer like you, but I did not try to save people, let me go ..."

He Haijiang murmured complainingly, while pulling the rope, in his opinion, the rope must not be long, and it was pulled in a few clicks. But when he did pull it, he was surprised to find that the rope was extremely long! Even if he pulled outside, he was piled up more than ten meters behind, but still did not see the end!

"This ... how is that possible?" He Haijiang exclaimed in his heart, and at the same time speeded up pulling out, but what shocked him was that the rope seemed to be endless, and it couldn't be pulled!

"The donor, it's 100 meters long. The donor is just over ten meters away. Should these ropes be enough?" Fang Zheng asked with a smile.

After hearing Fang Zheng's words, He Haijiang turned back from shock, looked at Fang Zheng with an incredible look, and asked subconsciously, "You ... are you a ghost?"

Founder laughed: "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a monk who helps the rescue team to save people. The donor, the rope is also available, go down to save people."

As soon as He Haijiang heard that he was going to save people, his legs were soft. As soon as he had a clever idea, "It's not enough to have a rope, I still need a safety buckle."

The voice didn't end, and Founder took out two thick metal safety buckles with little thumbs from his arms and asked with a smile, "Door, take it."

He Haijiang's face suddenly turned white. This monk was too weird. He came out empty-handed, but was able to take a 100-meter-long rope from his arms, and now he took out a safety clasp. Is this guy a ghost?

When Founder saw He Haijiang not moving, he walked to the cliff alone, looked at Cheng Mujie below, and smiled, "The donor, that tree is about to break. If you don't go down, Cheng donor is afraid that he is really going to die."

"I ..." He Haijiang also wanted to find a reason to shirk.

After seeing this scene, Fang Zheng's eyes flashed a light, and he suddenly yelled, "Are you still looking for a reason ?! Your lover is in danger, and your child is here to find a reason for shirk ?! The manly husband is so afraid of death, what is your use? "

He Haijiang was shocked by Founder's sudden scream, and he cried out, "I don't!"

"No? Then go on!" As Fang Zheng scolded, he pulled He Haijiang to the edge of the cliff. As a result, He Haijiang's legs were so frightened that he softened on the spot. Wow, he cried out, shouting, "Just let go, let go, I'm going to fall! Help! ... rescue team, monk, kill!"

Cheng Mujie saw this scene clearly. In fact, she didn't know what was going on. The monk and He Haijiang said what she said, and she listened clearly, as if in her ear. Now seeing He Haijiang again, her heart was completely cold. The last illusion of He Haijiang was also shattered. He laughed at himself: "Is this the person I choose to live my whole life? Is this the one who speaks to protect my life? Is this the person I protect and can fight with my parents? I am really blind It's ... "