The Wang family set up eight porridge shops on Chang'an West Street early this morning. There is no restriction and everyone can receive it.

Therefore, Chang'an West Street must be bustling with people. As for how many people are willing to sit in meditation, it is unknown. When Zhang Zhixiang got off the car, he did not see any solemn atmosphere, but instead there was laughter and laughter.

After all, how can you not be happy when you have free porridge to drink and a lot of fun to watch?

"Are you disappointed?"

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

"As expected..."

Zhang Zhixiang had been mentally prepared for a long time, and was even prepared to sit in meditation alone. After all, people not fighting against the government is an experience summed up with countless blood and tears, and it is not an empty talk.

Seeing that Zhang Zhixiang was unwavering, Wang Jiangque had nothing to say and just asked the Wang family to 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 Heavenly Master is here, everyone is saved!"

"The Little Heavenly Master is here, and there will be justice!"

There were miscellaneous shouts, but it really stirred up the atmosphere. The crowd surged, and everyone squeezed forward excitedly, wanting to see what the compassionate little heavenly master looked like.

Probably the worship of mystery.

If a five- or six-year-old scholar were to hold a sit-in petition, everyone would definitely sneer at it, but if it were a young immortal from Longhu Mountain who is known as the reincarnation of an immortal, people would sincerely hope for a miracle to happen.

This is a projection of inner expectations, an impulse to create gods.

Of course, for now, it’s just for watching the fun.

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

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

I don't know when the kneeling started to spread. More and more people knelt down to him, and the words of begging were just hoping that the gods would save the people in trouble...

Zhang Zhixiang didn't know what he was feeling. He was walking forward with a somewhat empty mind, but the crowded West Chang'an Street parted like a tide, slowly revealing 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, some are playful.

No matter what, Zhang Zhixiang moved forward.

Halfway through, he stopped, turned around slowly, and looked around. He didn't say anything about not being able to kneel, or that he wasn't a god. He just asked, "I'm going to sit in for a petition. Is anyone going to follow me?"

?”

The scene immediately fell silent, with only twenty or thirty people gritting their teeth in response.

These people do not look like ordinary workers, but merchants who were defrauded of more money by Chase Bank. On the contrary, it is these people who are not unable to survive who have the courage to cause trouble. Those ordinary workers who are in danger of running out of food and need to borrow money to survive,

But I am shrinking...

I saw very few responders.

Many people in the world who were watching the excitement laughed and said: "Little Master, how about we go and give you a favor? It doesn't cost any money, just give me two pills."

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit.

Zhang Zhixiang did not answer, but just waited until a group of people crowded over, and the leader Chen Wu shouted: "Little Tianshi, we will go with you!"

However, there were not many people from the south of the city, only about a hundred names, many of whom Zhang Zhixiang went to investigate at their homes. They did not know that Zhang Zhixiang was from the Tianshi Mansion earlier, and thought he was an ordinary rich man.

They heard the rumor just yesterday, and today they rushed to Chang'an West Street, but they were willing to believe Zhang Zhixiang and accompany him in petitioning.

With Chen Wu and others taking the lead, the people were hesitant.

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

Turn around and move forward.

Hundreds of people followed Zhang Zhixiang, and tens of thousands of people gathered to watch the excitement. Not surprisingly, at the east gate of Chang'an, two guards raised their spears and shouted: "No one is allowed to enter this important place in the imperial city!"

Zhang Zhixiang said calmly: "I am the Guanglu doctor conferred by His Majesty. I have a first-class official position. You want to stop me?"

The guard was disdainful and just asked him for a certificate.

After asking, he glanced disdainfully at the people behind him and sneered: "Even if you can go in, these people can't. How can a crowd gather to make trouble in front of Chengtian Gate? Who dares to break in? There are many boards and prison food.

Stay!"

The guard's arrogance was like Zhang Zhixiang's petition, which was about to end before it even started...

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhixiang, thinking about how he would solve this matter. In other words, 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, nor did he argue with the guard. He just asked again: "You really don't want to get out of the way?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here."

The guard was quite arrogant. His appearance here was naturally ordered by the big boss behind him. Behind him was the entire Nanjing court. How could he be afraid of a little kid like Zhang Zhixiang?

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

He dragged the seal with his left hand, pointed the sword finger at the guard with his right hand, and said: "This man is preventing the people from redressing their grievances. Please come and listen to the drum playing!"

The guard originally thought that Zhang Zhixiang was going to cast a spell, and he panicked for a moment. After hearing this "unprofessional" remark, he burst out laughing, feeling that Zhang Zhixiang was just pretending to be a ghost.

Dengwen Drum, Dengwen Drum is in Yingtianfu Yamen, several streets away from here. You just said it casually, can you still hear Dengwen Drum...

Boom!!

Boom!!!

Boom!!!!

The sound of the drum really started. I don't know where it came from, but everyone heard it. The sneer on the guard's face had not faded, but he had already begun to bleed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

For a moment, the world was silent.

Everyone held their breath, and the knowledgeable ones were even more horrified. They had no idea how this could happen. Even if the Dengwen Drum was refined as a magic weapon by Zhang Zhixiang, this operation process should not be followed.

The common people didn't care so much. They only saw that Zhang Zhixiang had "fairy words" and punished the evildoers with the Dengwen Drum!

immortal!

This is nothing but a fairy!

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

Since his companion is dead, how can the other guards dare to stop him?

He quickly put away his gun, stepped back quickly, and leaned against the wall, not daring to stop him in the slightest. If he attracted people's attention and caused public complaints, he might be beaten to death on the spot...

That's it.

Zhang Zhixiang stood in front of Chengtian Gate, not paying attention to the guards who were waiting for him. He slowly turned around and sat on the ground. Without saying anything more, the people who came in followed him and sat down in front of Zhang Zhixiang.

He just sat there quietly, silently declaring his demands.
Chapter completed!