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The noisy back hall became calm again. "He is a monk after all. He has a good mentality. If my generals had half the mentality you have, they wouldn't be making such a fuss here." Zhang Wu came over and said with emotion. Hello, uncle! What can you do if it's not good? I've long advised you that the express delivery industry is unreliable, but you don't believe it! "Amitabha, the five aggregates of a monk are all empty." Seeing Zhang Yi's solemn approach, Zhang Wu was stunned and said, "It seems that I should study more Buddhism with you when I have time." Zhang Yi was also stunned, thinking to himself, brother, I only know so much, you might as well learn more acting skills from me. After the generals left, Zhang Wu also looked tired. He sat on a chair and stared blankly at the rain outside that had covered the steps in front of the hall. As the head coach of the first army, how can you really be indifferent? The calmness shown in the hall was mostly just an act. When Zhang Yi saw this, he thought to himself that it seemed that we two were of the same quality and had the same odor. The heavy rain has passed, but the sky is still gloomy, with light rain coming from time to time. Five days passed in a flash. Taiyang finally officially started working from the day before yesterday. He thought very openly that he had given himself a short vacation. The eight consecutive days of rainy days were finally over. After two days of exposure, the road was no longer slippery and muddy.