A big noon in the deep winter.

Two dollar store.

Apart from endless quarrels and attacks on each other, of course, it is a real "attack" and not a verbal type, there are few moments of such a depressing atmosphere.

For a moment, Mo Li even hoped to walk into the toilet door now, and immediately search for the hidden method of manufacturing time machines in the treasure book left by Sister Jiang, and study it all.

Then when the boy made it, he must go back ten minutes before sewing his stinky mouth.

"sorry……"

He whispered to Ningning's back.

This small back, especially after experiencing the Miaoran Temple incident and understanding her past, always made Mo Li feel that it is not that simple.

Yi Ruchang, who was next to him, had a tacit understanding of his eyes, and then the owner of the shop turned his head to the kitchen silently.

Little Lizi knows it.

Fortunately, the gentleman is willing to stand up for him.

OK, let the gentleman help me and persuade Ningning. Oh, this smelly mouth.

Lizi was so angry that she could only lower her head and return to the kitchen in depression.

Yi Ruchang then opened the newspaper he got when he was just going to get the bamboo shoots and glanced a few absent-mindedly.

After a while, he finally said, "I bought you an electric blanket. It will be delivered in two days. There is no account in this house every day, so I can't buy you an expensive one..."

Of course, after talking about the electric blanket, I realized that I was going to get money.

At the beginning of talking about money, the owner of the shop instinctively became excited again, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and said that he had paid the electricity bill yesterday.

After all, they have been out for more than a week. Is it because the electricity bill is only ten yuan less than last month? Do you know that for the truth about Ningning's past this time, he even "kindly" didn't even get the reward?

Although he would not admit that he asked several monks at that time that he would probably go to the entire temple to beg for the next time and had no strength to take care of the people in the two yuan shop, he realized that the temple was really poor.

Ah Xiba, the more I think about it, the more angry I get.

Yi Ruchang immediately put down the newspaper and planned to talk about the computing system, but he didn't want to be cut off by someone head-on.

"What are you doing? Are you going to hit someone in the face?"

Yi Ruchang immediately stepped back alertly, but he leaned against the wall and had no choice but to retreat.

Before he almost drilled a large personal hole in the wall, Ningning's voice plunged into his ears.

"Yeah!!! The braised egg head is the best!"

The girl clearly has a sound of joy.

Hum? Joy.

Humph, of course, I don’t think about how kind the owner of this shop is. Although she does nothing every day, she doesn’t think about firing her and telling her to get out.

Isn't it?!

"Be careful that I can get my nose against Ran Mori's head, I'm making a living by relying on my face!"

Ning Ning didn't care about Yi Ruchang's nonsense, she jumped up and rushed towards Yi Ruchang with a happy look on her face, holding his shoulders, like a koala drunk with eucalyptus leaves.

Hearing the movement, Mo Li stretched out his head to see the peace outside, and finally smiled with confidence.

The fragrance of soup wafted out of the kitchen.

It’s stewed with lotus roots in chicken soup. Most of the chopped green onions are ready to beside them.

Hey, that was the chicken I caught at the door in the morning. When the owner came here, they repeatedly confirmed that it was a chicken that was lost. He had a clear conscience and was definitely a chicken that the two-yuan store had absolutely "not seen".

It tastes like the old man, but it is very reassuring.

Of course, after shaking my eyes for a long time, I finally realized that Mo Li just now didn't understand his expression.

Tell him to start dinner soon!

The owner silently kneaded the newspaper like pickles and threw it aside.

Depressed.

Compared to the days in Mount Void, perhaps it is more like dreaming here.

Yes, the two dollar store is still the same as before.

At least on the surface.

After all, until now, Ningning is unwilling to let her memories go back a week ago.

No one wants it.

So, she rolled around in various ways, deliberately making trouble, and the other two gave in to her.

But even if it was a dream, Ningning knew that she could not avoid the fireworks all over the sky.

This memory is completely different from the kind I wrapped in my shorts back then.

As she grows older and her mana gradually stabilizes and improves, she will remember it.

I will always remember it.

When the last fireworks were completely burned out, all the breath had disappeared in the sky.

The breath of the abbot of Shixu and the people of Wuqi, the abdomen of wet and coldness, the breath of conspiracy.

Almost as if it had never existed in this world, it disappeared without a trace.

Only, the faint smell of gunpowder penetrated by the harm on the ground seemed to never be dissipated. It was annoying.

The fireworks of the Enlightenment Festival were finally set off on the Enlightenment Festival, although there were some problems with the specific time and location.

But the children still looked at the fireworks and their faces were filled with tears.

Although I don't know if it's scared or scared...

After the fireworks that day briefly bloomed, the first snow even started to fall. With the dazzling light of gems, it fell into everyone's eyes.

The pink first snow is really rare in a century.

Fortunately, several monks who had been helping have always been unyielding, so Mo Li and Leran took the lead and organized everyone to conduct a battlefield inventory.

The remaining monks suffered heavy losses. In total, more than 20 monks were sacrificed, and each temple suffered losses. More than 200 monks with poor injuries were more than 200 monks. They were simply comparable to small battlefields.

Some of the moveable ones are carried down the mountain, while some of the ones need a doctor to go up the mountain for treatment.

These monks were also very unconscious, and everyone had a high fever.

What is relatively comforting is the situation of Miaoran Temple. Except for the losses of the temple and the tower, of course, Yiruchang has already said that this part should not be in a hurry, there is no loss of personnel.

Now it seems that the children of the Hui generation did not lose anything because they followed Ningning, which was another form of protection.

Fortunately, after the matter was settled, the monks in other temples did not start to make a fuss immediately, or blamed them openly and secretly, but left alone.

Maybe it is because Miaoran Temple is now without a leader, and you don’t know who you want to mock.

The atmosphere was even a little depressed, but it was calmly maintained at freezing point.

I greeted him politely, and said goodbye to each other with my own patients and the passed away monks, and I was about to leave Miaoran Temple.

Although they wrote some of them on their faces: this is not the end.

There is another good news that must be mentioned, which is: I heard from the monks of Lanyin Temple that everyone at the foot of the mountain has returned to normal.

This is of course a good thing, after all, it is probably the gods and Buddhas in the sky who noticed it here.

It turned out that the medical students from the two schools around the hospital with the most patients heard the news in the midterm examination room and immediately spontaneously organized the hospital to treat patients and doctors. This saved dozens of lives.

This is simply the best medical school publicity deed of the year!

Unfortunately, all the reporters and self-media who want to report were suppressed by the medical school, saying that having this skill is worse than

Take time to promote news about not being foolish about health care products.

Of course, Mo Li asked the shop owner several times whether to intercept everyone, can you confirm the possibility of internal and external cooperation, and will anyone get involved in it? Just plan this plan?

There are too many problems, and Xiao Lizi only feels sad.

However, the owner waved his hand and asked him to release him.

"The initiator is someone else."

This is the original words of the shop owner. Of course, he also left a waving back for himself.

Although less than ten seconds later, he immediately turned his head and asked himself: Are you very handsome just now? Why didn’t you take photos? Does your new mobile phone have no photo function?

Afterwards, Mo Li discovered that Mr. Yi seemed to be elusive. Even Ningning and Xiao Cai were.

Of course they were too busy and had no time to find people from the two dollar store every day, so they gave up for the time being.

For those who are experiencing the "battlefield", there is another good thing that cannot be ignored, which happens at night.

The location is more special,

It's everyone's dream.

That night, a monk who looked a little sloppy got into the dream of every injured monk at night and gave them a bite of lotus brew.
To be continued...