"Forward! You will always move forward! You will never retreat!"
"But I'm so tired, Master, I'm so tired. I'm so tired! I... don't want to leave anymore!"
"Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten everything?"
"Forward! Forward! Forward!"
Suddenly he woke up.
I looked around and was stunned for a moment before I remembered that I was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.
The cold sweat that ran down his back reminded him that it had been a long time since he had dreamed. It had been a long time since he had... memories.
Every day he deliberately let go of Dao Yuan, fell asleep drunkenly, woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't think of anything. That was the best state.
Inner peace is so rare.
If you can't find peace, you seek chaos.
If you can't find relief, beg yourself to let it go.
Let go...
It was just dawn, and the town hall was full of sleeping policemen.
He stood up and walked out of the town hall, wearing a single shirt, randomly choosing a direction, and patrolling the town. This was what he had been doing recently.
In the current situation of the plague outbreak, only extraordinary monks can ensure their own safety.
Wherever there are people who need supplies, wherever there are people who are infected and need to be relocated, wherever there are people who are taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble... they all need to be dealt with by him.
Whether it is the innocent and charming Zhu Biqiong, or Zhang Hai who is reluctant to leave the alchemy furnace for a moment, it is the same. He has been busy without rest. It was only now that he had a chance to take a break.
Jiacheng has announced the actual situation of the plague and has begun a comprehensive response. Support from all parties has arrived. The road has been tortuous, but things are finally getting a little brighter.
These are all brought by that young man. The young man who is confident and determined that the inner palace of supernatural powers is by no means the end...
But there is no time to move forward.
He had to keep himself engaged in busy work so that he could fight against the dream that just woke him up. Yes, during this period he discovered a new way to fight against pain. In addition to drinking, he was too busy to stop working.
Also a kind of.
After a round of inspections, the two newly discovered patients were sent to the Zhenxi District, which was specially cleared to isolate infected people. People who had been in contact with them had also been marked and would be under focused observation.
The number of infected people gathered in Zhenxi District has increased from 130 before to 247 now.
But what can be seen is that after the implementation of strong measures, the number of newly diagnosed patients has been significantly reduced.
Two medical monks sent by the Chongxuan family are doing their best to treat those suffering from the epidemic here.
The best option is to create drugs that can cure or at least delay the disease, because patients with the epidemic only have a short period of three to five days from the onset of illness to death. With only two medical monks treating one by one, many people may not suffer at all.
Not until it's your turn.
This is not to say that there are no such drugs, but the ones that can be found at present are too expensive, completely unrealistic, and have no significance in promoting them.
For example, one pulse-opening pill is enough to solve the problem of plague infection, but who can invest 247 pulse-opening pills for the two hundred and forty-seven patients in Qingyang Town?
What about the entire city? What about the entire Yang Kingdom? No force can or is willing to bear it.
The reason why extraordinary monks are not affected by the plague is not because there are special methods to deal with the plague, but because they have extraordinary bodies.
In fact, the day and night diagnosis and treatment by two medical monks was an extremely expensive investment. The Dao Yuan Stones they consumed and the medical fees they spent were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Only someone as rich and powerful as Zhong Xuan Sheng would be willing to send Jiang Wang here.
Send patients with the epidemic to isolation rooms, issue number plates to them personally, and register their names so that supplies can be uniformly allocated...
After doing all this, he turned around and left.
Youdao's eyes were following him, always following him, chasing him closely.
Turning his head forward sharply, he happened to see the owner of his sight, sticking his head out of a small window propped up on the right floor of the building to look at him.
boom!
Seeing him turn his head, the window slammed shut.
He probably hit his forehead.
"ah!"
A scream.
It was probably a fall.
Although it was only a brief glimpse, I still saw the scene in the small window with the eyesight of an extraordinary monk.
That's a child.
A child who was so thin that he looked disfigured.
Xiang Qiang was thinking about whether to go up and have a look, when the small window opened with a creak.
The little boy was probably standing on a stool, leaning towards the small window, looking forward with some curiosity and some fear.
He pushed forward and forced a smile.
Although his smile was not very bright, it seemed to give the little boy courage.
"Today." His lips were white and blue, and he didn't have much strength to speak: "It's my seventh birthday!"
This innocent child's voice suddenly shattered many dusty fragments.
Qian Qian suddenly remembered that he was still relatively young.
Counting on one's fingers, five years have passed since he was crowned, and he should be a good young man in his prime.
However, his appearance, which had not been modified for a long time, and his rather sad stubble, made him look even more aged.
It's a pity...how can you not see it from the front, this little boy is like a candle of life in the wind.
"Ah!" Qianqian said, "Congratulations on being one year older!"
"Thank you!" The little boy nodded first to express his gratitude, and then asked curiously: "Sir, are you the Bodhisattva who helps us? My mother said... you are the Bodhisattva."
Xuankong Temple, one of the holy places of Buddhism, is located in the Eastern Region, where Buddhist Taoism is widely spread.
Bodhisattva is a kind of fruition status in Buddhism, and sometimes it can also refer to people with great merit.
"We don't rely on Bodhisattvas. When facing difficulties, we rely on our own efforts!"
Xiang Xiang subconsciously wanted to say this, but he felt that he was really not worthy of saying such high-sounding words.
How can he be considered a hardworking person?
So he just asked, "What do you wish for?"
The little boy thought for a while, a little shy, a little hesitant, and a little unable to hold back his expectations: "Every year on my birthday, my mother gives me two eggs..."
This should be easily resolved.
Think forward.
"Where are your parents?" he asked the little boy upstairs.
The little boy said with some sadness: "Dad told me that they went out to earn money for me to practice, otherwise I won't be able to go to school when the plague ghost leaves."
Silence fell forward.
At this time, in this place, where else can I go to make money?
There are only two ways for this little boy's parents to escape, to be cured or to die.
If it is cured, they will not stop coming back to see the child. So the outcome is obvious.
Zheng Shuxiu is just a gentle lie.
"I want to eat eggs for my birthday!" Xiang Xiang said.
"You wait for me!"
He turned around and ran out.
I bumped into the policeman who was guarding the checkpoint to prevent people from entering or exiting.
"Are there any eggs?" Xiang Qian asked.
"Ah?" The two detectives looked at each other, not understanding what this extraordinary man meant.
Jump forward and get out of here.
"Are there any eggs?"
"Who has eggs?"
I couldn't think too much about it and asked loudly as I walked.
An old woman tremblingly took off a knife of bacon from the beam: "Do you want bacon?"
"No thanks!"
After asking many people, Qian Qian found out that it is not easy to find eggs in Qingyang Town today.
Not to mention the eggs, the chickens have all been eaten.
As an extraordinary monk, he has never cared about these small things, so he didn't know that there was such a shortage of living materials.
Finally, he rushed back to the town hall and shouted to Xiaoxiao who was buried in the pile of official documents: "Why is Qingyang Town so poor in supplies? Can't Jiang Wang even get out this little property?"
Xiaoxiao raised his head inexplicably: "Don't you know? The plague has broken out in the entire Yang Kingdom. Now it's not a matter of property, it's a matter of money not being able to buy supplies at all!"
"Then we don't need to worry about this kind of thing? Did we give up because we couldn't buy supplies?"
Xiang Qian couldn't explain his sudden anger. He just felt a fire in his heart, which was burning uncomfortably.
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