In the small restaurant in the military region, Qi Zhijun and others walked by the round table and ate something quickly. Qi Zhijun stood up and looked at the little monk who was still eating voraciously and smiled: "Hahahaha, this kid is simply a starving ghost, so he can
eat."
Wan Lin looked at the little monk who was working hard with love, and he whispered: "The Supernatural Temple is deep in the mountains near the border, surrounded by wild mountains and wild ridges. They rely on wild vegetables and prey they have brought to satisfy their hunger.
Every meal is full, life is extremely difficult. After Jingheng came out with us, he would take more every time he was full. In the evening, he would shout to let his master and his two senior brothers eat."
Feng Dao, who was sitting next to him, also said with red eyes: "There are only Master Changtian and three disciples in the Supernatural Temple. Four of them are all martial arts masters, and they can eat them themselves, but what can they do
It’s delicious, so after this kid comes out, he is only interested in food, martial arts, and wars. It makes people feel distressed."
After hearing the description of Wan Lin and Feng Dao, Qi Zhijun and the other two looked at each other. Qi Zhijun turned his head and shouted to a staff officer standing outside the door: "Xiao Hu, inform the kitchen to get two more plates of sauce elbows."
"No, don't ask for it anymore. If you eat it again, you will be exhausted." Wan Lin quickly stopped it. He followed the little monk who looked down and ate, shouting: "Jingheng, stop eating."
The little monk raised his head with oil in his mouth and said, "No... aren't there two plates of sauce... sauce elbows?" "Hahaha, this kid is still thinking about sauce elbows." Minister Qi laughed.
He looked at the clean plate in front of the little monk and asked with a smile: "Boy, are you full?"
"Report to the chief, eat... and eat is full, and you can still eat..." The little monk pulled his sleeve with his right hand, raised it and was about to wipe his mouth.
Cheng Ru next to him quickly grabbed the boy's arm, he pulled out a napkin and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "Don't wipe it with your sleeves, there is a napkin."
The little monk pushed away the tissue handed over by Cheng Ru: "Lang...Fei, I'll go...to wash myself, Jiang elbows come and call me." The boy stood up, turned around and ran into the bathroom on the side.
Qi Zhijun and others looked at the back of the monk silently, and their eyes were red. "Oh," Minister Qi sighed, then looked at the door and said, "Xiao Hu, inform the kitchen team to cut two plates of sauce elbows.
Pack it and let the little monk take it away later.”
"Yes." Staff Hu turned around and was about to run to the side. "Wait a minute." Qi Zhijun's voice rang out, and he immediately stood up and ordered: "Order the Logistics Department of the Border Defense Force to send supplies to border posts every month
, and the monthly supplies were also sent to the Supernatural Temple, with three servings, the standard was the same as that of the officers and soldiers at the border posts!”
Staff Officer Hu was stunned. He hesitated and said, "Minister, should you consider this matter again? The little monk is not from our army, and the people from the Supernatural Temple are not soldiers. This seems to be incompliant."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zhijun stared at his eyes and shouted: "Is the little monk a soldier? No matter which military region he is in, he is a Chinese soldier who serves the country! The Master Changtian of the Supernatural Temple is already an old man in his 80s.
But he personally handed over the best disciples he had trained to Wanlin to serve the country, while they themselves endured hunger in the temple. Now, what qualifications do we have to discuss the rules? I will implement them immediately, I will go tomorrow
The Military Region Logistics Department personally negotiated."
Qi Zhijun's roar was like thunder, which shocked the glass windows of the small restaurant to make a "buzzing" resonance. Wan Lin and the other two stood up suddenly at the dining table, and Wan Lin's roar followed: "Standing at attention, salute."
Tears flashed in the eyes of Qi Zhijun. "Yes." Staff Hu also quickly ran to the side.
Wan Lin and the others have all visited the Supernatural Temple and knew that it was indeed poor and bad water. The surrounding living environment was extremely harsh. If Master Changtian and others were not for their profound martial arts and could hit their prey, ordinary people would not be able to be in that mountainous area.
Life.
When Wan Lin went to the Supernatural Temple for the second time, he wanted Xiaoya to leave some money for Master Changtian, but he knew that the old master, the senior, had a strong personality and could not accept the money and goods he gave him.
Moreover, it is very far from the town. Even the young monks and those who have light skills will have to walk for nearly a month to reach the surrounding villages and towns. Even if they have money, they cannot solve their living difficulties.
At that time, Wan Lin once asked Zou Tao to transport some food and daily necessities to the Supernatural Temple, but that could only solve the Supernatural Temple for a while, and it could not permanently solve the dilemma of the Supernatural Temple.
Wan Lin also thought about asking for help from his military region, but he knew that the mountainous area where the Supernatural Temple was located belonged to the jurisdiction of the Southwest Military Region. His military region had no troops there, so he could not provide help regularly.
Wan Lin and Feng Dao, Cheng Ru did not expect that after listening to his introduction, Qi Zhijun actually solved the dilemma of the Supernatural Temple without hesitation. The three of them were really moved.
Wan Lin put down his arm, turned his head and shouted, "Jingheng..." As soon as he shouted, he saw that the little monk stood attentively and saluted with his right hand. He stared at Qi Zhijun blankly, his face was covered with tears.
His lips trembled and shouted, "Come!"
When everyone saw the little monk's excited look, they knew that he had heard the order given by Qi Zhijun just now. Wan Lin quickly shouted: "Jingheng, come here quickly, thank Minister Qi!"
"Yes!" the little monk shouted loudly. He put down his arms and ran to Qi Zhijun, stood attentively and saluted with sobs, shouting with a sob: "Thank you... Thank you Minister Qi."
He then put down his arms again, and the monk bowed and shouted, "Jing... Jingheng replaced Master and... and Senior Brother, thank you... Thank you, Chief, I... I'll kowtow to you." The boy bent his knees and asked for a while.
Kneel down.
"You are a soldier, why are you kneeling?" Qi Zhijun grabbed the boy's arm and pulled the boy up and shouted. He then hugged the boy into his arms and said earnestly: "Little monk, you are a soldier now,
We are a man, and we men can only kneel down to our parents, our master, our heaven and earth!"
He then slowed down his speech and said word by word: "The Supernatural Temple is your home, your master and senior brother are your relatives, they are the families of our army. It is our responsibility to help them solve their difficulties!"
At this time, Ye Feng also raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the boy's face and said, "Boy, follow your leopard head and work hard. When you have the chance, Director Ye and Brigade Wang will go back to the Supernatural Temple with you to see your master." Wang Tiecheng
He also patted the boy's bald head and said, "Boy, let's go together when we look back."
The little monk stared at the three big leaders in front of him in a daze, and tears still couldn't help but surge out of his eyes. He was stunned for a while and his feet suddenly slid into the ground, and his body suddenly rushed back like a spring.