Heaven-law Supreme System

With these elixir and the resources obtained from the Buddhist monks, Chu Xuan is confident that he can break through to late Sendai in one fell swoop, and it is not impossible to even break through to Zhandao.

Among the mountains of medicinal materials, one by one gathered up the thousand-year-old elixir, and then put away the one-hundred-year-old medicinal materials, and then said to Lu Wenhuan: "Take all the other medicinal materials back to the city. Move, I'm useful."

Although Lu Wenhuan was puzzled, he did what he said and didn't ask too many reasons.

It was not until dark that almost the whole city was dispatched before all the grain, grass and medicinal animals in the Tarzi Camp were transported back to the city.

It was night, the whole Chang'an City was beaming with lights and festivities. Everyone took action, killing pigs and sheep, washing vegetables and making porridge.

Chu Xuan ordered everyone to eat some gruel first to prevent everyone from gastrointestinal discomfort, lack of supplementation, and unnecessary conditions.

The aroma of gruel filled the whole Chang'an City that night, and everyone was crying excitedly with gruel.

The next day, the sun rose early in the morning, and the fog had not yet cleared, and the entire Chang'an City was already in full swing.

The cattle and sheep slaughtered last night have been boiled for a while. There is no green onion, **** and garlic, only a handful of coarse salt for seasoning.

The people lined up, each holding a big bowl, staring eagerly at the soup pot for boiling cattle and sheep, and the steaming steamer.

Someone carrying a bowl of hot beef soup, looking at the beef in the bowl and the big steamed bun in his hand, made his nose sour.

It has been a long time since I have eaten enough, and I feel sad when I think about it.

Thinking of this, countless people put on hot soup and held steamed buns, regardless of men, women, old or young, crying in tears, and even forgot to eat rice.

Someone gulped, choked and rolled his eyes. Others slapped their backs and said strangely: "Slow down, don't choke, there are too many! The fairy said, everyone is full."

Some people shed tears while eating, and said vaguely: "Long live the fairy master, longevity is the same as the sky."

Some people cried and echoed: "The immortal master should be truly merciful and be a true Buddha."

So soon, whether it was the people who were eating with the bowls and chopsticks, or the people who were still waiting in line eagerly, all bowed in the direction of the city wall where Chu Xuan was standing.

"The immortal master is compassionate and treats him as a true Buddha."

The shouts in Chang'an City all day are pious gratitude.

Sometimes the people are so simple, a bowl of hot soup, a bun, they will be grateful.

Seeing this scene, Chu Xuan couldn't help but his eyes were red, his nose was sour, and he shouted to the people in the city: "Get up, everyone, don't delay eating."

Standing behind Chu Xuan, Lu Wenhuan looked at the people in the city and then at Chu Xuan. He happened to see Chu Xuan's strangeness.

He sighed in his heart: "Whoever says that you are not a husband, you are ruthless."

The morning passed quickly. After everyone had eaten, they all started to get busy in the city. The men sweated like rain to repair the streets of the houses, the women cleaned up the houses carefully, the children ran around playing games leaving silver bells of laughter, and the old man sat on the street. Basking in the sun and looking at everything beautiful, it was a scene of enthusiasm and vitality.

After several days of busy work, Chang'an City has returned to life, not much different from the past.

Only in each home is a memorial tablet for longevity, which reads: "Ten Thousand Buddhas-Thunder God."

This tablet looks a bit nondescript, but it embodies everyone's gratitude for Chu Xuan's life. In their opinion, "Publicity" should be a Buddha.