The Wang family set up eight porridge shops on Chang'an West Street early this morning. There are no restrictions and everyone can get them.

Therefore, Chang'an West Street must be crowded with people. As for how many people are willing to sit in a quiet place, it is unknown. When Zhang Zhixiang got off the bus, he did not see any solemn atmosphere, but instead laughed and laughed.

After all, if you have free porridge and lively watching, how can you not be happy?

"Disappointed?"

Zhang Yonghuan turned over and dismounted, stood behind Zhang Zhixiang and asked.

"It's expected..."

Zhang Zhixiang had long been mentally prepared, and even prepared to sit alone. After all, the people did not fight with officials was an experience summed up by countless blood and tears, not empty words.

Seeing that Zhang Zhixiang was unswerving, Wang Jiangque had nothing to say, but just asked the people of the Wang family to start taking action.

then.

Aside from the side, a "worker" pointed at Zhang Zhixiang excitedly and shouted: "The little heavenly master is here! The little heavenly master is here!"

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

"When the little Tianshi comes, there will be fairness!"

The various shouts did drive the atmosphere, the crowds surged, and everyone rushed forward excitedly, wanting to see what the compassionate little master looked like.

Perhaps it is a worship of mystery.

If a young scholar of five or six years old wanted to make a meditation petition, everyone would sneer, but if it was a little real person from Longhu Mountain who had the name of reincarnation of an immortal, people would hope that a miracle would happen from the bottom of their hearts.

This is a projection of expectations from the heart, an impulse to create God.

Of course, it is only for watching the fun at the moment.

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

Some foolish women even kneeled down, hoping that the immortal would bring blessings.

Kneeling and worship began to spread at some point, and more and more people kneeled down to him, and the words they begged were just hopes of the gods to save the suffering...

Zhang Zhixiang didn't know what he was feeling, and his mind was a little relaxed, but the crowded West Chang'an Street separated 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 are sneering, and some are entertaining.

No matter what, Zhang Zhixiang moved forward.

Halfway through the road, he stopped, turned around slowly, and looked around. He did not say anything that he could not kneel, nor did he say that he was not a god, but just asked, "I am going to sit in meditation and petition. Is anyone following me?"

The scene suddenly became quiet, and only twenty or thirty people gritted their teeth to respond.

These people don’t look like ordinary workers, but merchants who have been cheated of more money by Datong Money House. Instead, these people who are not unable to survive have the courage to cause trouble. Those ordinary workers who face the danger of food cuts and need to live by borrowing loans are timid...

Few responders were seen.

Many people in the world who watched the fun laughed and said, "Little Tianshi, why don't we go and support you? You don't have any money, just give me two pills."

Some people took the lead, and others followed suit.

Zhang Zhixiang did not answer, but was just waiting until a group of people squeezed over. The leading Chen Wu shouted: "Little Tianshi, let's go with you!"

However, there were not many people from the south of the city, and only a hundred of them were investigated by Zhang Zhixiang at their homes. They had not known that Zhang Zhixiang was from the Tianshi Mansion, and they thought they were ordinary rich young masters.

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

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

Zhang Zhixiang did not wait for more people. He just nodded lightly and said, "Let's go."

Turn around and move forward.

A hundred people followed Zhang Zhixiang, and tens of thousands of people watched the fun. There was no surprise. At the east gate of Chang'an, two guards raised their spears and scolded: "The imperial city is important, and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

Zhang Zhixiang said calmly: "I am the Guanglu official appointed by Your Majesty, and I am the first rank of official position. Do you want to stop me?"

The guard disdained and just asked him for a certificate.

After asking, he looked at the people behind him with disdain and sneered: "Even if you can enter, these people cannot. How can you gather in front of Chengtian Gate to cause trouble? Who dares to break through? Some are waiting for the board and prison meal!"

The arrogance of the guards was as if Zhang Zhixiang's petition was about to end before it even began...

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhixiang and thought about how he would solve the problem. Or, if he couldn't solve this "little devil" beautifully, the big thing he wanted to do would become a joke.

Zhang Zhixiang did not ask for help or argue with the guard, but just asked again: "I really won't let go?"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here."

The guard was quite arrogant. He would appear here, so naturally the boss behind him was instructed. Behind him was the entire Nanjing court, so how could he be afraid of Zhang Zhixiang, a little doll?

Zhang Zhixiang nodded and took off the golden seal from his waist.

He dragged the seal with his left hand and pointed the sword at the guards with his right hand, saying, "This person stops the people from seeking justice. Please go to the drum to hear the sound of the drum!"

The guards thought that Zhang Zhixiang was going to cast spells, but they were panicked. When they heard this "unprofessional" sentence, they burst into laughter and felt that Zhang Zhixiang was pretending to be a ghost.

The drum is in Yingtian Prefecture, and it is several streets away from here. If you say it casually, can you still hear the drum?

Dong!!

Dong!!!

Dong!!!

The drum sounded really, from nowhere, but everyone heard it. The sneer on the guard's face had not yet faded, but the blood began to bleed between the seven orifices, and fell to the ground with a bang, and he lost his rest.

In an instant, the heaven and earth were silent.

Everyone held their breath, and those who knew it were even more shocked. They didn't understand how this happened at all. Even if Dengwengu was refined by Zhang Zhixiang as a magic weapon, it shouldn't be the operation process.

The people didn't care about that much. They only saw that Zhang Zhixiang "issue and Jade Words" and punished the evil people with the Dengwen drum!

immortal!

What is this not a god!

With a thrill, many people saw that Zhang Zhixiang had entered the east gate of Chang'an, so they rushed to catch up. People in the world also shouted: "Little Immortal, wait for me."

Given that the companion is dead, how dare the other guards stop him?

He quickly withdrew his gun, stepped back quickly, leaned against the wall, not daring to stop him. If he attracted the attention of the public and caused public grievances, he would be beaten to death on the spot...

That's it.

Zhang Zhixiang stood in front of Chengtian Gate, not caring about the guards who were waiting for him. He slowly turned around and sat on the ground without saying anything. The people who followed him sat down in front of Zhang Zhixiang.

Just sat quietly, silently proclaiming your demands.

The officials from the six ministries' yamen gradually couldn't sit still and went out to watch. Many officials couldn't help but say indignantly: "What kind of pride is it! What kind of pride is it!"
Chapter completed!