"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!"
Qian Qian suddenly woke up.
Looking around, he was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he was in the town hall of Qingyang Town.
The cold sweat that ran down his back reminded him that he had not dreamed for a long time. Long time no... memories.
Every day he deliberately dispersed Dao Yuan, fell asleep drunkenly, woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't think of anything - that was the best state.
How rare is inner peace.
If you can't find peace, you can 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 is what he has been doing recently.
In today's plague outbreak, only extraordinary monks can ensure their own safety.
Wherever someone needs supplies, wherever someone is infected and needs to be transferred, wherever someone takes advantage of the chaos to cause trouble... he needs to deal with it.
This is true whether it is the innocent and charming Zhu Biqiong or Zhang Hai who is reluctant to leave the alchemy furnace for a moment. Always busy, without a moment's rest. Only now did I have a chance to take a break.
Jiacheng has announced the actual situation of the plague and begun a comprehensive response. Support from all parties has arrived. The road has been tortuous, but things are finally getting a little brighter.
These were all brought by that young man. The confident young man who said that the inner palace of supernatural powers was 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 time he discovered a new way to fight against pain, besides drinking, he was too busy to stop. The job is also a kind of.
After a round of inspections, the two newly discovered patients were sent to the west area of the town, 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 the patients 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 them one by one, many people may not even get their turn.
This is not to say that there are no such drugs, but the ones currently available are too expensive, unrealistic, and meaningless to promote.
For example, one Vein-Opening Pill is enough to solve the problem of plague infection, but who can invest 247 Vein-Opening Pills for the two hundred and forty-seven patients in Qingyang Town?
What about the entire city? What about the entire Yang Kingdom? There is simply no force that 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 finishing all this, he turned around and left.
Youdao's eyes were following him, following him closely.
Turning his head forward sharply, he happened to catch sight of the owner of his sight, sticking his head out to look at him from a small window propped up on the right floor of the building.
boom!
Seeing him turn his head, the window slammed shut.
Probably hit his forehead.
"ah!"
A scream.
Probably a fall.
Although it was only a brief glimpse, he 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 forced a smile forward.
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 childish voice suddenly shattered many dusty fragments.
Xiang Qian suddenly remembered that he was still relatively young.
Counting on one's fingers, five years after receiving the crown, 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 vicissitudes of life.
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 an attainment status in Buddhism, and sometimes it can also refer to a person 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 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 will give me two eggs..."
This should work out pretty well.
Think forward.
"Where are your parents?" he asked the little boy upstairs.
The little boy said sadly: "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 you go to make money?
There are only two ways for this little boy's parents to get out, to be cured or to die.
If it is cured, they will not stop coming back to see the child. So the ending 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 and ran outside.
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 master meant.
Leap forward and get out of here.
"Are there any eggs?"
"Who has eggs?"
He couldn't think too much about it and asked loudly as he walked.
An old woman tremblingly took out a knife of bacon from the beam: "Do you want bacon?"
"No thanks!"
After asking many people, Xiang Qian discovered 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 had never cared about these little 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 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 you don't have to worry about this kind of thing? Did you give up because you 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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