At the banquet, Yun Zhetian was in high spirits, with strong steps and clear speech. It was hard to tell that this man had died once and had just come back to life not long ago.

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

Otherwise, even if he could survive, he wouldn't be as energetic as he is now.

If it were so simple to bring the dead back to life, everyone could live.

Maybe not having a soul is not the direct cause of death, but it definitely has something to do with the quality of one's spirit.

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

But something seems different now. It seems that as long as the body continues to work normally, new souls will be produced.

Yun Zhetian spoke in person, bowing to express his thanks at such an advanced age: Thank you all for taking the time to attend my old man's funeral the day before yesterday. Thank you very much.

I'm really sorry that everyone's trip was in vain. I'll prepare a little wine today to thank you all for your kindness, and bow again after saying this.

Hearing this, everyone was speechless for a while and felt extremely strange: How can we attend your funeral even though we are so busy? What a waste of time? It's as if we were hoping that you would never come back.

But thinking about it, they were right. It was indeed a trip in vain, and they were all harmed by gods.

These words were originally spoken by the relatives of the deceased. Naturally, I was not used to hearing them coming from the mouth of the deceased.

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

He said that this was written by the gods himself. When he mentioned this, his face was so happy that he couldn't even hide it.

It was as if a god had written a note to him, which was very honorable.

It makes people who see it very unhappy. How old are you? Can you calm down?

I know that you have always had a good relationship with the gods, can you not show it on your face?

Naturally, Yun Zhetian didn't know that the sullen look on his face had aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.

He continued without realizing it: Although the gods did not come today because they were busy rescuing people, I would like to express my gratitude to the gods for their great kindness by saying their thoughts to everyone.

After everyone heard this, they felt that it was a bit rude and disrespectful to the gods to just sit there and listen to the gods' wishes.

So some people couldn't sit still and stood up, and then more people stood up one after another. It really felt that sitting was inappropriate.

Yun Zhetian nodded slightly with satisfaction and thought to himself: Even if you guys know each other, even an old man like me doesn't dare to sit down. If you dare to sit down, don't let me look good on you again in the future.

Clearing his throat, Yun Zhetian read loudly:

Congratulations to Mr. Xiyun for your recovery. I am overjoyed and feel the same.

Although Bo also wanted to have a drink with the old gentleman to comfort himself.

However, it is difficult to escape from worldly affairs.

Bo and Mr. Bo became acquainted with each other through books, so they should meet each other through books.

My husband has been living in seclusion for a long time, and there has been no sign of him in the world for a long time. He is very lonely.

Mr. Bo Pan can return to the world and continue to write brilliant stories.

He is a man of great talent, his wonderful pen makes flowers appear, he uses his pen as a sword, he helps those in danger and those in need, and his chivalry is unparalleled.

Now that he has survived the catastrophe, he should come out of the world again, dominate the world, make all the heroes bow down, and unify the world.

I look forward to seeing your new work come out as soon as possible. I will read it carefully. I will definitely meet you in the book someday and chat over wine. Wouldn’t it be nice?

Junior Zhang Wenbo pays his respects.

After everyone listened, they all looked at

They looked weird and cursed in their hearts: This old guy is so shameless. No wonder you insist on telling us the belief in the fairy book. It turns out you just want to continue jumping around.

It's true that if you don't die in old age, you will be a thief. This abacus is so clever.

If you hold the banner of being a fairy, even if you scribble ghost symbols in a book, someone will still read it.

There is really no one who made this advertisement, and there is no book left. After today, the reputation will be spread all over the world.

If you just recite it, why do you want us to stand with you?

This is the same for gods. Why are you so polite to a mortal?

Can he bear it when a junior pays homage to him?

Don't forget that you just tried so hard to revive him, only to have his life shortened and send him back.

But in my heart, Yun Zhetian was mad with envy and jealousy. What relationship does this old man have with the gods?

Isn't it someone from the past life of a deity?

Sure enough, after Yun Zhetian finished reading, he reluctantly said: Every generation of talented people comes out, and a new generation replaces the old.

The old man is so old, deaf, blind, and dizzy. How can he compare to the great men of his time? The gods have too much expectations for me, which makes me ashamed.

I have been reclusive for a long time and have long given up the idea of ​​writing a book.

But it is hard to disobey the orders of the gods, so I have no choice but to pick up the pen again and resume my old business. I hope all my friends will support me when the time comes.

After the book is written, I hope you will be generous enough to give me some advice and give me some pointers. I have already decided on the title of the book, and it will be called Immortal Sword and Fenghua Lu.

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

Did you join in the fun because you saw that the immortal had a Xuanyuan Sword?

This flattery is so clever that even I hope you will write it out soon. See what you wrote?

After Yun Zhetian finished speaking, he began to greet the guests to eat and drink with a cheerful expression.

Although all the guests murmured in their hearts and expressed dissatisfaction, they were just jealous and did not dare to say any disrespectful words.

On the contrary, there were loud compliments, praising him for his unparalleled longevity, blessings from gods, and being a living Bodhisattva among men. He was afraid that Yun Zhetian would not know that he had a good relationship with him.

Not only that, but I was thinking to myself: My writing skills are also good, should I try writing a book?

Maybe it will attract the attention of gods and form a fate.

When I held my memorial service, the gods came on a dragon and performed the art of bringing me back to life. It was exciting to think about it.

Suddenly, many celebrities wrote books and biographies one after another, and the literary style flourished in the world.

Famous writers and celebrities emerged one after another, creating an unprecedented phenomenon, which is called the Oriental Renaissance era.

Over the past few days, the number of people coming to him for treatment has not decreased but increased every day, mainly because patients from other places came here.

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

I didn't understand the situation clearly on the first day, and because I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time, I only treated six patients, and all of them were treated in less than three hours.

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

Not many dead people were brought, and even those who were there were those who died of serious illness or injuries.

The dead who lacked important parts were not sent over, which made Zhang Wenbo breath a sigh of relief.

If someone is really sent here who is heartless and brainless, he is not here to bring him back to life, but to destroy his reputation. No matter how good he is, he will never be able to save such a person.

The reimbursement and relief funds have long been spent.

Although financial He Zhiping is very good at

No matter how careful you are, you have to spend money that should be spent. No matter how much money you spend on treating illnesses and saving lives, you cannot afford to spend it like this.

Spending money every day was like running water, which made He Zhiping gasp in distress and couldn't bear to look at it.

He Zhiping's mentally retarded son is now becoming more normal day by day, and in a while he will be able to go to school like a normal child. She is so happy that she wants to die for the gods.

Spending the money of gods makes her feel more uncomfortable than spending her own money. She has always regarded this money as belonging to gods, but doesn’t it belong to gods?

If a god doesn't treat people's illnesses, will people be willing to give him money?

However, Zhang Wenbo does not need to worry about this issue. 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 up. He can use the money of rich people to help more people in need, so why must it be too restrictive?

It’s time to kill the rich and give to the poor.

Tell He Zhiping to spend the money that needs to be spent, and then replace him after he has spent it.

Since people want to spend the money, let them fulfill their wishes.

When the quota was determined, it was not just two people fighting this time, there were more than a dozen wealthy people who wanted this spot.

Someone directly took a photo of 10 million and said that he would cover the amount spent this month.

He Zhiping was embarrassed and asked Zhang Wenbo for instructions.

Zhang Wenbo said without blinking after hearing this: No matter how much others pay, we can't live without our own principles. If we let this situation continue, won't we have to use money to speak in the future?

That was inconsistent with my original intention. I was not using this quota to sell money.

It also gives hope to some people who are willing to pay for medical treatment, and also helps poor people who are living in difficulty.

Let me explain to He Zhiping: No matter how many people there are in the future, for the sake of fairness, all will be drawn by lot, and the most is to change the quota frequently.

Ask He Zhiping to double the nutrition fee again. If the money is not enough, replace someone. This quota does not cost anything, so what are you afraid of?

Even the wool of a mattress cannot cover the buds of a sheep.
To be continued...