Royal Road

As soon as it was light, people appeared in the streets around the palace. The nearby high walls are full of wealthy mansions, and small people are not allowed to approach. Therefore, the location of the alley is gradually filled with people, stopping and looking, wanting to spy on the movement in the alley.

This is naturally the people of Jinyang who have come to wait for the "Buddha" to travel.

In the past few days, Jiang Ni has not been idle for a moment. The news that Liang Langjun came to Jinyang and lived in the palace had quietly spread throughout the streets and alleys of the city.

In the three days from entering the city to the Fa conference, Liang Feng had never left the palace, and only a few high-ranking celebrities invited by Wang Wen had a close relationship with him. With the help of Pei Chu and others, Liang Feng's reputation has increased. Those shops and stores controlled by the wealthy had known the news early, and used the rumors of "Buddha" to fuel the flames by selling lotus-like clothing and jewelry. No matter how the news was blocked, the people gradually became aware of this "god man".

Where is the palace? Who in Jinyang doesn't know? Those patients who survived the epidemic were naturally unable to restrain themselves. For fear of missing this opportunity to see the benefactor in person, they packed up early and stayed outside the palace. Only in the medical laboratories, more than 300 people survived. These people have relatives and friends who are old and get together, but they are not a small number.

As the sun rose and the puja approached, the crowds around the alleys gathered more and more, almost blocking the entrance of the alley.

In such a situation, someone naturally gave it up. Wang Wen was about to go out with Liang Feng, and he couldn't help being stunned when he heard the news: "There are so many people looking forward to it? Zixi, do you think you can avoid the crowds..."

There are hundreds of Qianshou Lishu, if there is something good or bad, how can it be good?

Liang Feng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "They waited for a long time, just to see me and to feel at ease. If you avoid it, wouldn't it make people sad? But Zhongzheng's frame is inevitably implicated."

Wang Wen smiled loudly: "Then trouble Zixi to clear the way for me, and go out of the way."

Traveling has always been the venerable first, but Wang Wen did not hesitate to let Liang Feng go ahead. The goodwill cannot be disputed. Liang Feng hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Thank you Zhongzheng for being considerate."

"But in such a battle, do you need some people from the palace to clear the way for you?" Wang Wen was still a little worried. There are not many servants brought by Liang Feng, how can we keep the crowds away?

Liang Feng smiled: "Zhongzheng doesn't need to worry, it is enough to have Liang's mansion."

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An ox cart slowly drove out of the palace, and the sound of hoofs echoed in the roadway. An ox is a scalper, and a car is a light car. It is not surprising that it is placed in any street in Jinyang, but in front of the palace, it seems too simple and clumsy. However, the owner of the bullock cart didn't seem to care. Surrounded by the eight servants, he drove out of the palace openly and headed out of the alley.

Seeing a car driving out of the mansion, the crowd suddenly became agitated: "A car is coming! Whose car?"

No high-door car can be so simple. Someone immediately yelled: "It's not the king's chariot!"

"Is Liang Langjun here?"

"How can Liang Langjun take such a car!"

"How do you know he won't?!"

Amidst the noise, the bullock cart stepped out of the alley. The man leaning on the front suddenly gave a shock and took a half step back. In front of the bullock cart, there were four husky men with high noses and deep eyes, each with a burly figure and a hideous face. One of them also had gray and blue eyes, which looked terrifying!

The four of them did not scold or drive the crowd, but stood in front of the car with wooden guns in their hands. Like a mainstay, the crowds were separated and the onlookers retreated a few steps. There are countless princes driving Hu Pu in Jinyang, but no one has ever seen such a murderous Jian Hu, just like a sword out of its sheath, with great momentum.

As soon as the anxiety surged, a voice came from the light car: "Green bamboo, pick up the curtain."

Following the order, the three bamboo curtains on the front side of the Youbi Blue Car were opened one by one, and the panicked people immediately stopped. Not only the footsteps, but also the sound and breathing at the same time.

The sky was already bright, the bright morning light reflected on the blue car, and a jade man was sitting at the end of the simple frame of the car. His face is extremely beautiful, his face is like fat, his eyebrows are like ink painting, his color is like spring dawn, his eyes are like bright stars, and his ordinary pen and ink completely traces his charm and charm. If he stares and smiles, he will be able to attract countless women.

But the man didn't smile, the red tassel was tied under his chin, his shirt was concealed between his neck, his posture was straight, his face was neat, and he sat in the middle of the carriage. The slender appearance is not only not frivolous, but has a kind of solemnity and sacredness that cannot be taken lightly.

The frame did not stop, and creaked forward. I don't know who woke up first, and shouted: "Liang...Liang Langjun!"

This shouting suddenly shattered Silence, and a thought flashed in everyone's heart: Yes, this is the Buddha's dream of Liang Langjun!

No one has ever said what Liang Langjun looks like. But seeing the person in the car, everyone has the answer in their hearts. Only this kind of appearance, this kind of grace, is worthy of being pityed by the Buddha! Isn’t that Jane Su’s frame, ferocious, just like the Buddha's barefoot and Yasha attending? ! Only in this way, is it worthy to save the people!

"Liang Langjun..." "Liang Langjun!"

The cries broke out, louder than once, like a tsunami and thunder resounding through the sky. These people are all patients who were lucky enough to survive. They escaped the mortal epidemic and regained a new life. Deep down in their hearts, they have feelings beyond ordinary people, they have piety and faith, and they also have long-repressed fears. However, someone can save them, and someone is willing to give them a new life! That person, like ice and jade, clean and dust free. That person is the substitute for Buddha in the world!

Thousands of people lost their attitude and shouted.

In the frantic shouts, the wheels rolled, unmoved. The person sitting in the car didn't show any other expressions, but his phoenix eyes were drooping down and his body was still.

However, this gesture made the onlookers more and more mad. Many old women and girls wept bitterly. There were also devout and honest people who bowed down the street, like worshiping the Buddha. Jin people have the tradition of throwing fruits and carts and watching handsome celebrities, but no one will throw melon and fruit sachets into this bullock cart, which is too frivolous and too profane.

But fortunately, today is the day of the Fa conference, and everyone has flowers in their hands, and only flowers of all colors are worthy of the person in front of them!

Peony, Bailan, hosta, Shandan... flowers are like rain, swaying down. However, the most is still lotus. The blossoming white lotus is falling like snow, the cars are rolling, the flowers are in the mud, and the fragrance is paving the road!

Yi Yan nervously held the wooden gun in his hand. He never thought that the scene of going to the Fa conference would be so crazy! The voices are loud, the rain covers their eyes, and the pedestrians on both sides of the lane are crazy. If these people rush forward together, can he protect the Lord to leave in a fair and peaceful manner?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a girl rushed out of the siege and fell in front of the bullock cart: "Lang Jun! Thanks to the man, my father can survive! The servant girl is willing to be a cow and a horse, and make grass for the man. Hold the ring!"

This sound immediately made many people wake up, like the wind blowing grass stalks, all the people in front of the road knelt down, thank you and kowtowing, the road was suddenly congested.

Yi Yan only felt his hair exploded, and the wooden gun was already raised, trying to drive away the crowd. However, in the car, a faint voice stopped him from moving: "Yi Yan, no need."

Liang Feng bent over, picked up a white lotus that fell on the shaft of the car, lifted it out of the car, and handed it to the woman: "Jinyang has the power to prevent epidemics from medical treatments, monks, and you can save yourself. The girl doesn’t have to thank me, there are no hundreds of people in Jinyang."

The woman took the lotus in a daze and looked at the handsome man in front of her.

Liang Feng retracted his arm, sat upright, and said to the people who were still kneeling on the road: "Today, Huai'en Temple has a wide dojo of mercy, and monks set up fasts to chant sutras. Please serve gods and Buddhas to save the dead. I hope everyone will leave the road. Follow me to the Fa conference."

His voice is not too high, but his voice is clear and clear, like a pearl falling on a jade plate. With this voice, those who bowed to worship became excited again, and the Buddha said that the disease has their own merits! The Buddha is willing to lead them to the Fa conference to save the dead souls!

As if dividing the water and breaking the waves, the crowd slammed and gave way to the road, just like the maidservants who were accompanying them, guarding both sides of this simple ox cart.

Liang Feng sighed softly and said, "Go ahead."

Yi Yan clenched the wooden spear in his hand and looked at the crowd like mountains and seas, and suddenly felt empty in his heart. Is the person in the car still the owner?

The frame didn't stop for a while, and moved slowly amidst the more and more crowds.

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Outside the Huai'en Temple, joss sticks are all over the ground, and the sky is covered with treasure. The monks lit up joss sticks, put on robes, and opened the gates of the temple to welcome the distinguished guests. Today is the first time to hold a puja in the name of Obon. It is also the soul of the dead from the epidemic. Many high-ranking people come in person to participate in the puja.

As a confidant, Nianhui naturally stood outside the gate of the temple and smiled to welcome the guests. He has a handsome face, a gentle smile, a modest and reasonable talk, and is deeply loved by those noble ladies and literati. I was asking all the guests to rest inside. Suddenly, a burst of noise came to my ears. Nianhui looked up, and suddenly froze in place.

I saw a crowd of people coming to Huai'en Temple in Wuyangyang. There were men and women, old and young, the clothes were not very luxurious, and they looked like civilians. Today, the number of people who come to see the ceremony outside the temple is much less than expected. Nianhui still has doubts about how these people should come at the same time!

After a closer look, he discovered that an ox cart was still wrapped in the crowd. The light car is simple and simple. He seemed to have thought of something, ah, and hurriedly sent someone to the temple to inform him.

At this moment, the host is sitting in the meditation room, talking with the distinguished guests who have arrived earlier. These people are the greatest benefactors of the Huai'en Temple, and even this old monk dare not take it lightly. According to the authentic tea, a monk hurriedly walked to his side and whispered something. The chairperson raised his eyebrows and slowly got up: "Please forgive me for the benefactors, and the old monk will go out to welcome you."

Who can make the host leave the distinguished guests and welcome them out? All of you are a little surprised. One of the old women wearing a veil hat said: "I wonder who the distinguished guest is?"

"Today's Fa conference, people of predestined relationship." The old monk smiled and bowed, and walked outside the door.

There are not so many rules in the temple. Hearing what the old monk said, those distinguished guests couldn't help being curious and followed.

The monastery is not big, and a few people came to the door after a short while. When seeing the scene clearly, someone could not help but exclaimed: "Why are there so many people?"

Even if the prince is out on a trip, there may not be so many people around him. But among the crowd, there is clearly only one extremely ordinary bullock cart?

Some people's eyes were better, and when they saw another caravan behind the crowd, they couldn't help but cried out, "Isn't that a royal chariot?"

Sure enough, after the mighty crowd, followed by a luxury motorcade, it seems that the shape is the royal chariot. But the people who are crazy and crazy have no intention of taking care of the chariots of the palace, they just follow the bullock carts.

There are few stupid people present, and many people suddenly realized, could it be that Liang Langjun, who lives in the palace, went outside the temple? When did he gain such a reputation, able to drive so many people?

Before the bullock cart stopped at the temple gate, Liang Feng glanced at the excited eyes and shivered, with the red green bamboo all over his face, and whispered: "You stay in the car, don't leave."

Green Bamboo bit her lip and nodded vigorously. The fact that so many people worshipped Lang Jun made her excited and terrified. Her eyes were tearful and she couldn't calm down for a long time. Now let alone getting off the car, the leg cartilage is so crisp that I can't move.

Seeing Luzhu's appearance, Liang Feng smiled slightly and raised his volume: "Yi Yan, help me get out of the car."

Yi Yan immediately took a step forward and stretched out his arm. That slender and precious white finger, just like in the past, rested on his arm. Yi Yan helped the lord to get off the ladder countless times and walked slowly. However, not once did he feel the same as today.

There was no slight smile on the person's face, but his lips were pursed and his face looked solemn. The ultramarine robe was tightly wrapped around his slim body, and also made him show a different appearance, awe-inspiringly inaccessible. Just like a real fairy Buddha, it makes people feel palpitated.

With just a glance, Yi Yan lowered his head hurriedly, with respectful points, and helped the person step out of the frame.

After getting out of the car, Liang Feng did not move, but stood still, waiting for Wang Zhongzheng's chariot. After a while, the chariots and horses of the palace also bypassed the crowd and arrived in front of the temple. Wang Wen got off the car and smiled: "I never thought that Zixi's grace is far better than Anren."

"Zhongzheng has a good reputation." Liang Feng chuckled and shook his head.

"It is also a joy in life to be able to walk in the streets like this. Come and walk with me." Being robbed of the limelight and being able to make fun of him like this, Wang Wen's grace is indeed extraordinary.

Faced with such a kind invitation, how can Liang Feng refuse it? The two of them just supported each other and climbed up the stairs.

Behind him, Yi Yan glanced at his empty arm, gritted his teeth, followed the figure in silence, and walked towards the temple.