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Chapter 261 On Birthday, I Want To Eat Eggs

"Forward! You will always be forward! You will never be backward!"

"But I'm so tired, Master, I'm so tired. I'm so tired! I... don't want to go anymore!"

"Did you forget? Did you forget? Did you forget it all?"

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Wake up suddenly.

Looking around, I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered that this was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.

The cold sweat that covered his back reminded him that he had not dreamed for a long time.It's been a long time... no memory.

Every day, he deliberately scattered Daoyuan, fell asleep drunk and fell asleep, woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't remember anything - that was the best state.

How rare is inner peace.

If you don't want peace, you want chaos.

If you can't get rid of it, you ask yourself to let it go.

let go...

At this time, it was just dawn, and the town hall was swaying, all the fast-sleeping hunters.

He got up and walked out of the town hall, wearing a single shirt, randomly choosing a direction, and patrolling the town - this is what he has been doing recently.

In the current situation of the outbreak of black disasters, only extraordinary monks can ensure their own safety.

Where the calamity needs to be cleared, where the shortage of supplies needs to be replenished, where there are people taking advantage of the chaos... all need to be handled by him.

Whether it is the innocent and charming Zhu Biqiong, or Zhang Hai, who is reluctant to leave the Pill Stove for a moment, the same is true.Always busy, never stop.Only now has there been a chance to take a break.

Jiacheng has already announced the black disaster, and has begun a comprehensive response, and support from all parties has arrived.The road is tortuous, but things are finally seeing a little light.

These are all brought by the boy.The confident and determined young man who said that the inner palace of supernatural powers is by no means the end...

But can't move forward.

He has to keep himself engaged in his busy work, so that he can fight against the dream that just woke him up - yes, during this time he discovered a new way to fight the pain, except for alcohol, he was too busy to stop work is also a kind.

After a round of inspections, the two newly discovered patients were sent to the town's west area after being specially "cleaned".

The number of urticaria patients gathered in the western part of the town has risen from 130 to 240 now.

But it can be seen that, after the implementation of strong measures, the expansion of the black disaster has been curbed.

The two medical monks sent by the Chongxuan family are here to fight the black disaster with all their strength.

It is the best choice to create a drug that can cure or at least delay the disease, because ordinary people infected with the black plague have only three days from the outbreak of the disease to death.

Relying on two medical practitioners to treat one by one, many people may not get their turn at all.

This is not to say that there is no such drug, but the ones that can be found at present are too expensive, not realistic at all, and have no meaning for implementation.

For example, one Kaimai pill is enough to solve the problem of being infected by Wuhuo, but who can invest 240 seven Kaimai pills for the 240 seven patients in Qingyang Town?

What about the entire city?What about the entire Yang Kingdom?There is simply no force that can afford it and is willing to do it.

The extraordinary monks can not be affected by the black disaster, not because there is a special method for the black disaster, but because they have extraordinary bodies.

In fact, the day and night diagnosis and treatment of the two doctors and Taoist cultivators is already an extremely expensive investment. The amount of Taoist stone and the cost of consultation fees are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Only the wealthy and powerful as heavy Xuansheng would be willing to send it to Jiang Wang.

Send the black disaster patients to a special place for placement, and someone will issue a number plate for them and register their names, so that the materials can be allocated uniformly...

After doing all this, he turned and left.

Go forward on the deserted streets.

There is a line of sight following him, following him all the time, chasing closely.

He turned his head sharply forward, just in time to see the owner of the line of sight, sticking his head out to look at him from a small propped up window upstairs on the right.

boom!
Seeing him turn his head, the window slammed shut.

Probably hit his forehead.

"what!"

a scream.

About a fall.

Although he only glanced at it for a short time, he still saw the scene in the small window with the eyesight of an extraordinary cultivator.

That is a child.

A skinny child.

I was thinking about whether to go up and have a look, when the small window squeaked open again.

The little boy was probably standing on the stool, leaning over the small window, looking forward with some curiosity and some fear.

Pushed forward to force a smile.

Although he didn't smile brightly, it seemed to give the little boy courage.

"Today." His lips were pale and blue, and he didn't speak very vigorously: "It's my seventh birthday!"

This naive child's voice shattered many fragments of dust at once.

Thinking forward in a trance, he is still young.

In short, five years after reaching the crown, he should be a good young man in his prime.

But the appearance that has not been retouched for a long time, and the somewhat embarrassing stubble, make him even more vicissitudes.

It's a pity... how can you not see it forward, this little boy is like the fire of life in the wind.

"Ah!" said forward: "Congratulations on you being one year older!"

"Thank you!" The little boy first nodded and expressed his gratitude, and then asked curiously, "Sir, are you a bodhisattva who helped us? Mother said...you are bodhisattvas."

The Hanging Temple, one of the holy places of Buddhism, is located in the Eastern Region, where the Taoist tradition of the Shi family is very widespread.

Bodhisattva is a kind of fruit status of Buddhism, and sometimes it can also refer to people with great merit.

"We don't rely on Bodhisattva, we rely on our own efforts to face hardships!"

Going forward subconsciously wanted to say this, but he felt that he was really unworthy to say such high-sounding words.

How could he be considered a hard worker?
So he just asked, "Do you have any wishes?"

The little boy thought about it, a little shy, some hesitant, and some uncontrollable expectations: "Every year on my birthday, my mother will give me two eggs..."

This should work out fine.

Think forward.

"Where are your parents?" he asked the little boy upstairs.

The little boy said sadly: "Daddy told me that they went out to earn a bundle for me, otherwise I won't be able to go to school when the plague ghost leaves."

Silent forward.

At this time, this place, where else can I make money?

The parents of this little boy, there are only two ways to get out, cure, or die.

If it is cured, they will not fail to come back to see the child.So the ending is obvious.

It's just a gentle lie.

"I want to eat eggs for my birthday!" said forward.

"You are waiting for me!"

He turned and ran out.

I bumped into the catch guard who was guarding the level and didn't let anyone in or out.

"Are there any eggs?" asked forward.

"Ah?" The two arresters looked at each other, not understanding what this extraordinary master meant.

Jump forward and leave here.

"Are there any eggs?"

"Who has eggs?"

I can't think too much about moving forward, and I ask loudly as I walk.

An old woman tremblingly pointed at the bacon hanging on the beam: "Sir, do you want bacon?"

"No thanks!"

After asking many people, I found out that it is not easy to find eggs in today's Qingyang Town.

Forget the eggs, the chickens are all eaten up.

As an extraordinary monk, he never cared about these little things, and he didn't know that there was such a shortage of living materials.

Finally, he rushed back to the town hall and shouted at Xiao Xiao who was buried in the pile of documents: "Why is there such a lack of supplies in Qingyang Town? Can't Jiang Wang even take out this treasure?"

Xiaoxiao raised his head inexplicably: "Don't you know? The entire Yang Kingdom has been swept away by black disasters. Now it's not a matter of property, it's a matter of money that can't buy materials at all!"

"Then don't you need to pay attention to this kind of thing? Did you give up because you couldn't buy the supplies?"

Going forward couldn't explain his sudden anger, he just felt a fire in his heart, burning uncomfortably.

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