(Thank you for your hearts, the earth is empty, Jia Ting Lingbo, 7032, San Hundred Zi, Musi, Mike, Lao Yi, Jing Jing Sky, etc., I haven't supported this for a long time, thank you!)

"Where is Saburo?"

As soon as Xu Jun arrived, he asked in a slight manner.

Zhou Fencao understood his mood very well. Seeing that the wedding was about to get married, an old monk suddenly appeared to enlighten her husband and crossed into the gate to become a monk. He couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't know what Chen Sanlang had planned, and was afraid that Xu Jun would make a mistake if he was so angry that he would make a mistake. He quickly explained the incident clearly.

After hearing this, Xu Jun relaxed slightly. No matter what, with his father in charge, he would never wait to see Chen Sanlang being kidnapped. Others don’t know that Xu Jun knew his father’s strength best. But he was still a little nervous and worried about gains and losses: Sanlang is really, what’s the point of telling this bald donkey? It’s not good to drive it away directly? Just fight if you don’t leave, and you have to sit down and talk about what principles…

At this moment, the noisy people were almost stunned at the same time. They all vaguely heard the sound of wooden fish beating and the sound of chanting scriptures, which were heard from the government office.

Zhou Fencao was shocked: It was amazing, he retreated outside and the door was closed again. How could he still hear this annoying voice?

He had experienced the power of this sound, which was a magic sound. If so many people outside were all bewitched because of hearing this sound, what would be so great?

This thing will be contagious, and it will be difficult to do it in the end. It is not uncommon for the whole city to conquer the sect. It is really "Anita". It seems that the skills of this old monk are really unfathomable.

Thinking of this, I was worried about Chen Sanlang again.

"General Jiang, General!"

Zhou Fen Cao hurried over to Jiang Caoqi and told him to send troops to disperse the ordinary people who were surrounding him.

"So awesome?"

Jiang Caoqi asked in surprise.

“It’s true.”

"Okay, I'll have someone do it."

At the same time, Zhou Fencao, and the yamen runners also helped to do their work. After a while, they persuaded them. With the deterrence of the soldiers and armor, the people who rushed over slowly dispersed after hearing the news. But they did not go far, but just retreated outside the government office area.

When one passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds, it takes not long, and more and more people gathered in the outer circle, with a crowd of people, and a scene of a huge crowd. When Chen Sanlang was alone, it was really unexpected that it was related to the whole city.

There is no way, a series of government measures such as the distribution of land and the development of warehouses and grain have allowed countless people to solve the problem of food and clothing.

These are all kindness.

The people are the most simple and keep their accounts in their hearts. In any case, they don’t want to see Chen Sanlang become a monk. Because of this, they come to support themselves in a great way, maintain restraint, and avoid making trouble.

Suddenly, someone raised his head and shouted Chen Sanlang's name with a rolling sound, and the city could be heard.

This sound even suppressed the sound of wooden fish chanting and chanting.

The people's will have the greatest reputation!

In the hall, Xu Nianniang, who was drinking, suddenly heard the sound and smiled slightly: Chen Sanlang entered Laoshan Mansion and could receive such support in a short time, which shows his extraordinaryness.

At the back house of the government office, Mrs. Chen Wang was chatting with her daughter, but suddenly she heard a faint sound of chanting scriptures, which sounded very comfortable. But not long after, she heard the sound of chanting "Chen Sanlang", which immediately dispelled the chanting. If it was another sound, she would feel irritable and unhappy. However, when someone was calling her son, she was surprised and asked casually: "What happened outside?"

Chen Ermei smiled and said, "Maybe the people are here to thank Sanlang."

Chen Wangshi looked relieved: "This child is doing a good job."

In fact, when she traveled a long journey and left her hometown to come here, she was quite uncomfortable at the beginning, but later she settled down and then gradually got used to it and adjusted.

"Yes, my third brother is indeed a good official. People outside praise him. The world is unpredictable. I never thought that this Mutou brother could pass the top scorer and become a high-ranking official before."

Chen Ermei said that in the past, she often blamed her younger brother for being ignorant and her mother was so tired that she was worried. She even advised Chen Sanlang not to continue the exam and wasting money, energy and time. If this was true, how could she be today? It shows that fate is really unpredictable and full of unknowns.

As the two of them said, they ignored the matter outside.

Xu Nianniang in the hall closed the doors everywhere, just to not let someone break in. The rhythm of Jingkong's chanting scriptures was significantly accelerated. It seemed that he was going to work hard. The sound of the Buddha was rolling, and even Xu Nianniang was no longer as calm as before. She had to use her skills to resist. She held the wine and sipped slowly. But she was worried for Chen Sanlang that he could deny his mind in the room?

In the room, Chen Sanlang sat upright, holding a long pen in his hand. It seemed that the pen had become much heavier and heavy. It would take a while to use the pen to write a stroke.

The ground was covered with waste paper balls, all of which were "jing" and "jing" with badly written words, with more than a dozen.

The level of these words is not quite satisfactory. If it is spread, it will be a big laugh. But Chen Sanlang doesn't care about that at all now, because if he could barely write the words just now, now as Jingkong's rhythm of hitting the wooden fish has accelerated greatly, the chanting of scriptures has become more and more urgent, and he is no longer able to do it and finds that he can't complete a word.

The word "官" is half written, and is already out of breath and sweating.

The Niwan Palace was in chaos, and the battle was inextricable and difficult to resolve. What was reflected was that he had a headache, drowsy, and pale face...

Countless golden auras poured into my mind frantically, constantly transforming into Buddha statues of different forms, including kindness, vajra's eyes, smiling with flowers, holding demon-subduing pestle... They constantly impacted, either gentle or violent, or solemn or violent, and this was simply unimaginable to the interference of the soul. Ordinary people, etc., had already been schizophrenia, or they had become Buddhas directly and became extremely devout believers.

The Haoran Silk Book is still struggling to support it, but the glory of the words and sentences are shrouded by golden light and have begun to become dim, and they look a little weak afterwards.

At the critical moment, countless auras suddenly surged from all directions.

These auras are mottled in color, but they all contain some strong thoughts and consciousness, which is very unified.

Chen Sanlang was excited and seemed to be a very weak patient who suddenly took a dose of Shiquan Dapu Pills. He immediately had the strength and regained his vitality.

"This is the public opinion!"

He quickly figured it out, and the surprises were intertwined.

The "Haoran Silk Book" in the Niwan Palace was supplemented by these external auras, and its brightness surged, and it was almost bursting out. It was really a gem of words.
Chapter completed!