Red Heart Survey

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

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

"Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten all of it?"

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Xiangqian suddenly woke up.

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

The cold sweat that covered his back reminded him that he hadn't dreamed for a long time. Long time no... memories.

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

How rare is peace of mind.

If you can't seek peace, you seek 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 full of sleeping arresters.

Qianqian got up and walked out of the town hall. Wearing a single shirt, he chose a direction at random, and began to patrol the town - this is the work he has been doing recently.

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

Where disasters need to be cleared, where there is a shortage of supplies that need to be replenished, where someone is taking advantage of the chaos...all need to be dealt with by him.

The same 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, non-stop. Until now, there is no chance to take a break.

Jiacheng has publicized the black misfortune and has begun to deal with it comprehensively. Support from all parties has arrived. The road is tortuous, but things are finally seeing a little light.

These were all brought by that boy. The confident young man who said that the inner mansion with supernatural powers is by no means the end...

But forward can not rest.

He had to let himself continue to devote himself to busy work, so that he could fight the dream that just woke him up—yes, during this time he found a new way to fight the pain, except for drinking, he was too busy to stop The job is also a kind.

After patrolling around, the two newly discovered patients were sent to the west area of ​​the town after being specially "cleaned".

The number of urticaria patients gathered in the western part of the town has increased from 130 before to 247 now.

However, it can be seen that after the implementation of strong measures, the trend of black disaster expansion has been contained.

Two medical monks sent by the Chongxuan family are here to fight against 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 cuboids only have a short period of three days from the outbreak of the disease to death.

With only two medical monks treating them one by one, many people may not be able to wait until their turn.

This is not to say that this kind of medicine is not available, but the ones that can be found at present are too expensive, unrealistic at all, and have no meaning of promotion.

For example, one Kaimai pill is enough to solve the problem of being infected by Wuhai, but who can invest two hundred and forty-seven Kaimai pills for the two hundred and forty-seven patients in Qingyang Town?

What about the whole city? What about the entire Yang Kingdom? There is no force that can afford it or is willing to bear it.

Extraordinary monks are not affected by black disasters, not because they have special methods against black disasters, but because they have extraordinary bodies.

As a matter of fact, the day and night diagnosis and treatment by two medical monks is already an extremely expensive investment. The Dao Yuan stones and consultation fees they consume are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Only Xuan Sheng, who is as rich and powerful as he is, is willing to be sent by Jiang Wang.

Send the patients with black disasters to a special resettlement place, and someone will issue a number plate and register their names for them, so that the materials can be allocated in a unified way...

After finishing all this, Qiangqian turned and left.

Go forward on the much deserted street.

Youdao's eyes followed him, followed him all the time, and chased him closely.

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

boom!

Seeing him turn his head, the window slammed shut.

Probably hit his forehead.

"ah!"

A scream.

It was about a fall.

Although it was only a short glance, Qianqian still saw the scene in the small window with the eyesight of an extraordinary monk.

That is a child.

A skinny kid.

Xiangqian was thinking whether to go up and have a look, when the small window creaked open again.

The little boy was probably standing on the stool, leaning over 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 turned white and blue, and his words were not very strong: "It's my seventh birthday!"

This immature childish voice shattered many dust-filled fragments at once.

Thinking forward in a trance, he is still young.

According to the calculations, there will be five years after reaching the crown, so he should be a good young man in his prime.

But his appearance, which has not been groomed for a long time, and the somewhat embarrassing stubble make him look more vicissitudes.

It's a pity... How can I not see it forward, this little boy is like a flame of life in the wind.

"Ah!" Said Xiangqian, "Congratulations, you've grown another year!"

"Thank you!" The little boy nodded first to express his gratitude, and then asked curiously: "My lord, are you a Bodhisattva who helps us? Mother said...you are Bodhisattvas."

The Xuankong Temple, one of the sacred places of Buddhism, is located in the Eastern Region. Here, the Buddhist tradition is widely spread.

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

"We don't rely on Bodhisattvas. In the face of hardship, we rely on our own efforts!"

Xiang Xiang wanted to say that subconsciously, but he felt that he really wasn't worthy of such high-sounding words.

How can he be considered a hard worker?

So he just asked, "Do you have any wishes?"

The little boy thought for a while, a little shy, a little hesitant, and a little bit unable to hold back his 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 and helped me to train, otherwise I won't be able to go to school when the plague ghost leaves."

Forward was silent.

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

There are only two ways for the little boy's parents to get out, heal or die.

If they are cured, they will not come back to see their children. So the ending is obvious.

Zhuang Shuxiu is just a gentle lie.

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

"You wait for me!"

He turned and ran outside.

I ran into a policeman who was guarding the checkpoint to prevent people from entering or leaving.

"Any eggs?" asked Qiangqian.

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

Jump forward and get out of here.

"Any eggs?"

"Who has eggs?"

Qianqian didn't care too much, and asked loudly while walking.

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

"No thanks!"

After asking many people, Xiangqian discovered that it is not easy to find eggs in Qingyang Town today.

Not to mention the eggs, the chickens were all eaten.

As an extraordinary monk, he had never cared about these trivial matters, so 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 Qingyang Town so poor in supplies? Can't Jiang Wang even bring out this bit of property?"

Xiao Xiao raised her 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 having money and not being able to buy supplies!"

"Then don't you care about this kind of thing? Did you give up because you couldn't buy supplies?"

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

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