Can you live forever

Chapter 69 sit-in petition, Jinkou Yuyan
The Wang family set up eight porridge shops on Chang'an West Street early this morning. There are no restrictions, and everyone can eat.

Therefore, Chang'an West Street must be full of people's voices. As for how many people are willing to sit in meditation, that's unknown. When Zhang Zhixiang got off the car, there was no solemn atmosphere, but laughter.

After all, with free porridge to drink and fun to watch, how can you not be happy?
"Disappointed?"

Zhang Yonghuan got off his horse and stood behind Zhang Zhixiang and asked.

"As expected..."

Zhang Zhixiang has long been mentally prepared, and even prepared to sit in meditation alone. After all, it is the experience summed up by countless blood and tears that the people do not fight with the officials, not empty words.

Seeing that Zhang Zhixiang was steadfast, Wang Jiangque didn't have much to say, but just let the Wang family take action.

then.

A "worker" on the side pointed at Zhang Zhixiang excitedly and shouted: "The little celestial master is here! The little celestial master is here!"

"The little celestial master is here, everyone is saved!"

"The little celestial master is here, and there will be fairness!"

There were miscellaneous shouts, but they really drove the atmosphere. The crowd surged, and everyone squeezed forward excitedly, wanting to see what the merciful little celestial master looks like.

Probably the worship of the mystic.

If a five- or six-year-old scholar wanted to do a sit-in petition, everyone would definitely scoff at it, but if it was done by a real person named Longhushan who was reincarnated from an immortal, people would sincerely hope for a miracle to happen.

This is a projection from the heart, an impulse to create gods.

Of course, it is currently limited to watching the fun.

Image is still very important. Today Zhang Zhixiang specially wore the jade seal gold crown and purple gold cassock. His calm attitude has become the focus while walking.

Some foolish women even knelt down, hoping for blessings from the gods.

I don't know when the kneeling began to spread, more and more people bowed to him, and the words they begged were just to hope that the gods would save the suffering...

Zhang Zhixiang didn't know what mood he was in, he walked forward with a little emptiness in his mind, but the crowded West Chang'an Avenue parted like a tide, slowly showing the East Gate of Chang'an at the end of the road.

Some people kneel, some stand, some are pious, some are disdainful, some laugh, and some are playful.

No matter what, Zhang Zhixiang moved forward.

He stopped halfway, turned around slowly, and looked around. He didn't say that he couldn't kneel, or that he was not a god, but asked, "I'm going to sit down and petition, is anyone coming with me?" ?”

The scene suddenly fell silent, only 30 people gritted their teeth and responded.

These people do not look like ordinary workers, but merchants who have been cheated out of more money by Datong Bank. On the contrary, these people who are not unable to survive have the courage to make trouble. Those ordinary workers who are facing the danger of food shortage and need to borrow money to survive But cringe...

See very few responses.

Many spectators laughed and said, "Little Heavenly Master, why don't we give you a personal show? You don't need any money, just give me two pills."

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit.

Zhang Zhixiang didn't answer, just waited until a group of people squeezed over, and Chen Wu, the leader, shouted: "Little Celestial Master, we'll go with you!"

But those people from the south of the city didn't come very often, only Bailaihao, many of them were investigated by Zhang Zhixiang at their homes. They didn't know that Zhang Zhixiang was from the Tianshi Mansion earlier, and they thought he was an ordinary rich man.

I only heard the rumors the day before yesterday, but today they rushed to Chang'an West Street, but they were willing to believe in Zhang Zhixiang and accompany him to petition.

With Chen Wu and the others taking the lead, the common people hesitated.

Zhang Zhixiang didn't wait for more people, he just nodded flatly and said, "Let's go."

Turn around and move forward.

Hundreds of people followed behind Zhang Zhixiang, and tens of thousands of people watched the excitement. It was not surprising. At the east gate of Chang'an, two guards raised their spears and shouted: "The imperial city is important, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

Zhang Zhixiang said plainly: "I am Doctor Guanglu granted by His Majesty, a first-rank official residence, you want to stop me?"

The guard dismissed it and just asked him for a certificate.

After asking, he looked at the people behind him with disdain, and said with a sneer: "Even if you can go in, these people can't, how can you gather a crowd to make trouble in front of Chengtian Gate? Go!"

The guard's arrogance seemed like Zhang Zhixiang's petition would end before it even started...

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhixiang, thinking how he would solve this matter, or in other words, if he couldn't solve this "little devil" beautifully, the major event he was going to do would become a joke.

Zhang Zhixiang didn't ask for help, nor did he argue with the guard, but asked again: "Really don't let go?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get out."

The guards are quite arrogant, he will appear here, of course the big boss behind him ordered him, and behind him is the entire Nanjing court, so how could he be afraid of this little kid like Zhang Zhixiang?
Zhang Zhixiang nodded, and took off the jade seal from his waist.

He held the seal with his left hand, pointed his sword at the guard with his right hand, and said, "This man is preventing the common people from avenging their grievances. Please listen to the sound of the drum!"

The guard originally thought that Zhang Zhixiang was about to cast a spell, and panicked for a moment, but when he heard this "unprofessional" remark, he burst out laughing, thinking that Zhang Zhixiang was just playing tricks.

Dengwen Drum, Dengwen Drum is in the Yamen of Yingtianfu, several streets away from here, if you say it casually, can you still hear Dengwen Drum...

Boom! !

Boom! ! !
Boom! ! ! !

The sound of the drum really sounded. It didn't know where it came from, but everyone heard it. The sneer on the guard's face hadn't faded away, but blood had already begun to bleed between the seven orifices, accompanied by the sound of falling to the ground, completely gone live.

In an instant, the world was silent.

Everyone held their breath, and those who knew how to do it were even more horrified. They didn't understand how this kind of thing happened. Even if Dengwen drum was refined by Zhang Zhixiang as a magic weapon, it shouldn't be the operation process.

The common people didn't care so much, they only saw Zhang Zhixiang's "Xiankou Yuyan", and punished the villain with the Dengwen drum!

immortal!

This is not what a fairy is!
With a clatter, many people saw that Zhang Zhixiang had already entered the east gate of Chang'an, so they rushed to catch up, and people in the rivers and lakes shouted again and again: "Little fairy, wait for me."

Given that his companion was dead, how could the other guards dare to stop him?
Hastily retracted the gun, stepped back quickly, and leaned against the wall firmly, not daring to stop him for a moment. If he attracted the attention of the public and caused public resentment, he might be beaten to death on the spot...

That's it.

Standing in front of Chengtian Gate, Zhang Zhixiang didn't care about the guards waiting in formation. He turned around slowly and sat on the ground. Without saying anything, the people who came in after him sat down in front of Zhang Zhixiang.

Just sitting so quietly, silently declaring his demands.

The officials of the six yamen gradually couldn't sit still, and they went out to watch one after another. Many officials couldn't help but indignantly said: "What kind of order! What kind of order!"

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