Chapter 287: I Am Chang Qian Buddha
Antiru came, and whispered behind Chang Qianfo: "Childe." ”
Chang Qianfo asked, "Has the fourth lady had a fever?" ”
Antiru said: "The fourth lady fell asleep after taking the medicine yesterday, and she has improved a lot this morning. She asked me to tell my son. Her body is fine, so let the prince not worry about her. ”
Chang Qianfo nodded and got up.
I don't know if it was because I was too tired after staying up all night, or because I knelt for too long, I didn't stand firm when I got up, and my body shook suddenly. Anti Ru hurriedly grabbed Chang Qianfo, and the words of comfort did not come out, and he shed tears first.
Yang Ye, Jiang Fan and Li Zhe are a large number of people, they all spent in Changjiabao when they were young, and they went up to the mountains to hunt birds, went into the water to fish, and studied in the school, not to mention the close relationship with Chang Qianfo, but also to treat Zhao Ping and An Tiru and others as brothers.
Who would have thought that the face that was still fresh and brilliant yesterday would be burned by a fire today, and lay quietly in the coffin, without a sound.
Anti Ru held the coffin and mourned.
Chang Qianfo walked out without saying a word.
After the fire, there was a lot of waste to be rebuilt, except for some of the victims' relatives who were grieving and unable to hold themselves, the rest of the people were busy in their respective positions with their grief, and there were not many people who came to cry.
Especially after Yang Ye's body came out, Yang Ping's perseverance and conscientiousness infected a large number of people, and many people took time out of their busy time to mourn and left in a hurry. Helping to rescue patients, carry supplies, and deal with many post-disaster matters.
In the open space outside the mourning hall, three or two finches were jumping and pecking, and the white mourning flags were swaying in the wind, empty and deserted, revealing the meaning of depression.
The road is full of busy pedestrians.
Liangqing held a knife in front of the main hall, and when he saw Chang Qianfo coming out, he didn't say much, and walked to follow.
Chang Qianfo asked, "Are people still there?" ”
"It's still there." Liangqing replied briefly.
The two of them didn't say anything more, and walked in the direction of Happy Street one after the other.
Chang Qianfo to Huairentang these days, never put a little shelf. In addition to visiting the patient's condition in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, he also often went down to various epidemic areas for personal consultation. Before Mu Dianke entered the council hall, he often made bowls of porridge directly in the porridge shed as soon as he was busy with the meal, and ate it with the victims.
Many people in the city knew him.
Moreover, he is tall and walks on the street in a white mourning dress, which is too conspicuous.
Someone poked their heads out and looked this way, wondering what was going to happen. I only vaguely felt that this young man with a calm face was not quite the same as the doctor who was always gentle and smiling in his memory.
As for what is different, it is not clear.
At first, someone just came up out of curiosity, and there were five or six people, not far behind them. Later, they gathered more and more.
When Chang Qianfo passed through several streets and alleys and stood at the gate of Tan's house, there were already three to five hundred people behind him.
Some people are at a loss, and some people have a premonition that something is going to happen, and their hearts are nervous and excited. They all held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound.
The streets were full of people, but they showed a very disproportionate emptiness and silence, so quiet that only the sound of the southeast wind blowing through the leaves could be heard.
An iron guard in black armor stepped forward, grabbed the bronze ring of the furious lion's head on the black-lacquered door with both hands, and struck it hard.
As the pair of knockers slammed against the door panel quickly and forcefully, the street resounded with a loud "bang", "bang", "bang", and the clatter of the leaves echoed in the oppressive and dreary air for a long time.
Many spectators instinctively felt a sense of fear rise in their hearts.
Such a situation is extremely rare and incredible for everyone who has lived and lived in Chuzhou City for a long time.
Tan Lang is domineering, and the eagle dogs under him are also rampant and domineering, and they are so arrogant that they are unstoppable. On weekdays, people knock on the door, and their faces are cautious, and Fu said that there is such a big movement knocking on the door.
If you provoke someone in the house, it is possible to be insulted at least or beaten by a group of people.
Today it is the moon rising in the west and in the east.
Ren Tie's guards knocked on the door loudly, and there was no movement in the house, like a dead house.
Of course, it won't really be a dead house. Since Liangqing said that people are still there, then they must be there.
Chang Qianfo spit out two words: "Smash the door." ”
When he said this, his attitude was not very intense, and his expression was very flat. However, for some reason, because of his words, a huge dangerous aura suddenly descended on the originally quiet street.
The matter of smashing the door is simply too easy for the iron guards who are excellent in martial arts and equipped with good swords.
The long knife slashed, and the hinges on both sides of the gate broke downward. The Iron Guard raised his leg and kicked it, and the two heavy panels that were bolted together pulled each other and toppled inward.
There was a loud bang, and the door panel smashed to the ground, shattering the green bricks and raising dust for several feet.
Chang Qianfo stepped on the door panel and walked inside.
Entering the gate, passing through the second gate, just about to enter the inner house, I saw a dark and sturdy man on the opposite side with a big ring knife scolding and scolding, and his anger was overflowing.
"Turtle grandson, bastard! Don't ask who your grandfather is, dare to call Lao Tzu's door! ”
One group yelled and scolded, and the other group turned around and kicked the thin man who hugged his leg behind him: "Get out!" Lao Tzu doesn't believe in that evil. A bad old man and a milk doll with no hair, I'm afraid of him?! ”
The movement slowed down, and a large group of people behind him rushed up, hugging their legs, hugging their waists, and dissuading them in a chaotic voice: "Don't be impulsive, second master!" "The eldest master has explained, in Chuzhou City, you can mess with anyone, just don't mess with Changjiabao, why don't you listen?" "Listen to a little advice, you hurry into the cellar and hide, and when someone comes in, it's really too late-"
Chang Qianfo walked over and stood in front of Tan Lang.
The eagle dogs of the Tan family, who were still shouting endlessly, glanced at Liangqing behind him, silenced them all, let go and shrank back.
However, the leading man couldn't see the slightest fear, raised the big ring knife in his hand, pointed at the tip of Chang Qianfo's nose and said angrily: "You little bastard smashed Lao Tzu's door?!" ”
"Are you Tan Lang?" Chang Qianfo asked.
Without waiting for Tan Lang to answer, he said again: "I am Chang Qianfo. ”
The name Chang Qianfo, Tan Lang has heard of it. When he was blocked in the house by the iron guards, unable to get out, and had no way to ask for help, he heard his subordinates mention it I don't know how many times, and both ears had to grind calluses.
To tell the truth, he was scared in his heart.
However, the more times like this, the less you can show weakness. And this young boy looks like a soft dough, and he doesn't fight back when he is scolded, not like a bloody person.
Maybe it's just to bring a few people to scare and scare him, and just find a staircase to get down the stairs by himself. If you want to talk about "Yishinuo" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~