On top of the banquet, Yun Shatian was in good spirits, his steps were vigorous, and his speech was clear, and he really couldn't tell that this person had died once, and it hadn't been long since he came back to life.

This is also related to the fact that Zhang Wenbo took the time to go to his house once to retrieve the souls that dissipated around his house.

Otherwise, even if he could survive, he would not be as energetic as he is now.

It should be so simple to bring the dead back to life, everyone can live.

Perhaps the lack of soul is not the direct cause of death, but it definitely has something to do with good or bad spirits.

Zhang Wenbo hasn't really understood this yet, with his original understanding, if the soul is scattered, the person will definitely die.

But now it seems to be a little different, as if as long as the body continues to work normally, a new soul will be generated.

Yun Shatian personally spoke, bowing and thanking him for his great age: Thank you all the day before yesterday for coming to my old man's funeral in your busy schedule, thank you very much.

It's just that everyone ran for nothing, and I didn't want to go, so I prepared a little wine today, thanked you for your hospitality, and bowed again.

Hearing this, the crowd was speechless for a while, and felt very strange: how can you go to your funeral in your busy schedule? and run in vain, as if we were looking forward to your old age.

But thinking about it, people are not wrong, it is indeed a trip in vain, and they were all harmed by the gods.

Originally, it was appropriate for the relatives of the deceased to say this, and when it came out of the mouth of the deceased, it was natural to listen to it and not get used to it.

After Yun Shatian finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket again.

said that this was written to him by the gods themselves, and when he mentioned this stubble, his face was full of joy, and he couldn't hide it.

It's as if the gods wrote him a note, as if he had a lot of face.

makes the people who see it very unhappy, how big is it, can you calm down?

Knowing that you have a good relationship with the gods, can you not write it on your face?

Yun Shatian naturally didn't know that the stunned look on his face had already caused everyone's dissatisfaction.

is still unconsciously continuing to say: Although the gods did not come today because they were busy saving people, but the meaning of the gods is read to everyone, which can be regarded as a great kindness to the gods.

After everyone listened, they felt that they were sitting and listening to the gods' will like this, which was a bit rude, and they were disrespectful to the gods.

So some people couldn't sit still and stood up, and then more people stood up, and it really felt that it was not appropriate to sit.

Yun Shatian nodded slightly with satisfaction, and said secretly in his heart: Even if you know each other, even an old man like me dare to sit down, if you dare to sit, don't think about letting me have a good face for you in the future.

Clearing his throat, Yun Shatian read aloud:

Mr. He Xiyun recovered from your body, and Boxi was overwhelmed and felt the same way.

Bo also wanted to have a drink with the old gentleman to comfort his life.

However, it is difficult to get out of it.

Bo and Mr. are connected with books, and they should meet in books.

Mr. has been in seclusion for a long time, and there has been no trace of Mr. in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he is very lonely.

Mr. Bo Pan can re-emerge and continue to write brilliantly.

Mr. is talented, wonderful pen flowers, pen as a knife, help the needy, chivalrous and unparalleled.

Today's catastrophe will not die, Mr. should reappear in the rivers and lakes, dominate the world, let the heroes bow their heads, and dominate the rivers and lakes.

Bo is looking forward to Mr.'s new work, which can come out as soon as possible, and he must read it carefully, and he will meet Mr. in the book in the future.

The younger generation Zhang Wenbo worshipped.

After everyone listened, they all looked strange, and they all scolded in their hearts: This old guy, it's really shameless, no wonder you have to give us the belief in the fairy book, it turns out that you want to continue to jump.

It's really old and immortal to be a thief, this abacus is really fine.

If you are pulling the banner of immortals, even if you scribble ghost talismans on the book, someone will read it.

There is really no one else to do this advertisement, and there is no shadow of the book, and after today, the reputation will spread all over the world.

It's just that you can read it, why do you want us to follow you to punish the station?

This immortal is too, what is polite to a mortal?

is still worshiped by the younger generation, can he afford it?

Don't you just bothered to revive him, and he was sent back after being sacrificed.

But in my heart, I was crazy with envy and jealousy, the dead old man, what does it have to do with the gods?

It can't be someone from the previous life of the immortals, right?

Sure enough, after Yun Shatian finished reading, he reluctantly said: There are talented people in the country, and a new generation of people replaces the old.

The old man is huge, deaf and dizzy, and dizzy, where can he be as handsome as the world? The gods expect too much from me, which makes me ashamed.

I've been retired for a long time, and I've long since stopped thinking about writing books.

But the fate of the gods is difficult to disobey, so I have to be cheeky, re-put up the pen, and return to the old business.

After the writing is written, I hope you can give you some advice, give you some advice, and the old man has already thought of the title of the book, it is called Xianjian Fenghualu.

Everyone slandered again: You are always a martial arts writer, this fairy sword is not your specialty.

Did you see that the gods had a Xuanyuan sword, so you wanted to join in this fun?

This sycophant is so clever, even I hope you write it as soon as possible, and see what you write?

After Yun Shatian finished speaking, he began to greet the guests to eat and drink with a spring breeze.

Although the guests muttered in their hearts and expressed their displeasure, they were just red-eyed, and they didn't dare to say anything disrespectful.

On the contrary, the voice of compliments rose loudly, praising him for his unparalleled longevity, blessed by the gods, and a living Bodhisattva among people, for fear that the clouds would not know that he had a good relationship with himself.

Not only that, but I thought to myself: My writing is also good, why don't you try to write a book?

Maybe the gods will take a fancy to it and form a fate.

When he held a memorial service, the gods came by dragon and performed the art of resurrection for themselves, which is exciting to think about.

All of a sudden, many celebrities wrote books and biographies, and the world was very popular.

Famous writers emerged one after another, creating an unprecedented atmosphere, known as the Oriental Renaissance era.

For several days, the number of people who came to him for treatment every day did not decrease but increased, mainly patients from other places.

Although the number of patients has increased, the number of people Zhang Wenbo treats every day is also rising.

On the first day, I didn't figure out the situation, and I was afraid that I would not have time, so I only treated six people, and all of them were treated in less than three hours.

Now that I have experience, I can only treat about twenty injuries a day.

The dead were not sent much, and even if they did, they died of serious illness or injuries.

did not send the deceased who lacked important parts over, which made Zhang Wenbo breathe a sigh of relief.

If he really sent someone who lacked heart and lungs and no brains, it was not to bring him back to life, but to smash his signboard, no matter how capable he was, he would not be able to save this kind of person back.

The reimbursement has long since been spent.

Although He Zhiping is careful in finance, the money that should be spent has to be spent, and no amount of money can be used to treat diseases and save people.

Spending money every day is like running water, inhaling He Zhiping's distress and can't bear to look at it directly.

He Zhiping's mentally handicapped son is now becoming more and more normal day by day, and after a while, he will be able to go to school like a normal child, making her so happy that she can't wait to die for the gods.

Spending the fairy's money makes her more uncomfortable than spending her own, she has always regarded this money as a fairy's, isn't it a fairy's?

If the gods don't treat people, can people be willing to send him money?

But Zhang Wenbo doesn't need to worry about this problem, and now a large group of people are waiting for the money to be spent quickly, so that the quota can be regenerated.

He spends a million a day and is not afraid that no one will pay, he also wants to open it, he can use the money of rich people to help more people in need, why do you have to limit it too much?

Kill the rich and help the poor.

Explain to He Zhiping, the money that should be spent will be spent, and then replaced after it is spent.

Since people want to spend this money, they will fulfill their wishes.

When the quota was confirmed, this time it was not two people who were fighting, more than a dozen rich people wanted this quota.

Someone directly photographed 10 million, saying how much he spent this month.

He Zhiping was embarrassed and went to ask Zhang Wenbo again.

Zhang Wenbo said without blinking when he heard this: No matter how much people give, we can't do without our own principles, if this situation continues, won't we need to talk with money in the future?

That doesn't match my original intention, I didn't use this quota to sell for money.

It is also to give hope to some people who are willing to pay for treatment, and at the same time to help the poor who are living in difficulty.

Explain to He Zhiping: No matter how many people there are in the future, for the sake of fairness, all the lots will be drawn, and the most they can do is to change the quota frequently.

Let He Zhiping double the nutrition fee again, and if the money is not enough, he will be replaced, and this quota does not require a cost, what are you afraid of?

Nor can the wool of the mattress be as good as a sheep's rake.

In this way, he became even more famous, and even those who spent money on treatment understood that the gods were not only doing this to help more families in need, but also to give them more hope.

Otherwise, if they are really allowed to compete with money, the price may not be affordable for many rich people in the future.

As Zhang Wenbo saved more people and became more famous, Buddhism also changed its attitude towards what happened a few days ago, and the call for supporting the sword protection of the Zen master of wisdom became louder and louder.

The Buddhist Association's initial statement was actually just a gesture, and they also had a statement in case there was any problem with the museum.

If you don't care about the rash response, if there are any bad consequences, it will be difficult to explain.

Buddhism's prudence is famous, otherwise it wouldn't have survived to the present.

As a result, not only the monks of the famous mountains and ancient temples in China have set off to the Eastern Capital, but also the Buddhist monks from abroad have asked to enter the country in various forms to observe the ceremony.

Even heads of state, political dignitaries, experts and scholars, and scientific research institutions are not willing to be lonely.

It is not difficult to guess what the purpose of the visit is whether it is a private tourist or a diplomatic visit.

There is such a big commotion, and it falls from the sky, and it comes back to life, if these people can still turn a blind eye, unless they are blind.

Even some elderly kings and monarchs who have not been watching things for a long time are still thinking about coming to join in the fun, and a group of kings represented by European royal families are coming by private jets.

These people are old, and they don't contradict these fairy rumors, but hope that they are true, so maybe they can hope to live a few more years.

For those of them, it takes a few more years to really arouse their interest, and everything else is false.