Chapter 126
"It's just that the way of refining gods is far ahead now, and Saint Wu is the most powerful person in the way of refining gods." Having said this, Hai Wuya glanced at the blood moon picture next to him.
The so-called spiritual training is actually a relatively illusory and elusive way of cultivation.
"The birth of this martial art seems to have a certain connection with the aloof Immortal Sect. This can be seen from the fact that the Eternal Life Sect derived the top god-refining martial arts "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" hundreds of years ago. "
Both Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya lack trust in the immortal cultivators of the Nine Immortal Sects.
Hai Wuya's "Human Dao Jing" does not involve the method of refining the gods, but a different approach, based on Qi and blood.
"The true way of martial arts, the true way of humanity, requires the joint efforts of thousands of warriors to develop, and it is definitely not the work of one or two talented people like you and me." Hai Wuya said deeply:
"Since the martial arts of your Qiao family are very different from my "Humanity Sutra", I hope that you, the Qiao family, will be able to find a true way of humanity in the future."
In Hai Wuya's view, Qiao Mu is not a person, but represents a family and a group.
That's why he said such words.
Hai Wuya and Qiao Mu had a long talk, ranging from understanding martial arts to saving the nation.
It wasn't until the sun turned west and Qiao Mu and Fangyuan were about to leave that Hai Wuya stopped talking angrily.
For him, seeing a fellow traveler on the road of humanity is simply a great blessing in his life, so he can't close the conversation at all.
"Brother Hai, we are having a great time talking today."
Dong Xinglin waited for Qiao Mu to leave before he spoke and looked away from the blood moon picture.
Hai Wuya nodded happily: "I made a decision only after seeing Qiao Shuanglin."
He coughed slightly and stooped slightly, then looked at Dong Xinglin beside him, as if a small torch was lit in his eyes:
"In my lifetime, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the day when humanity will flourish."
"So in the following time, I want to spread the "Sumishan King Sutra" as much as possible, leaving a small fire for the future."
Dong Xinglin was startled at first, and then looked worried.
Hai Wuya stayed in the Heavenly Prison for thirty years, which was enough to cause irreversible damage to his old body.
Although Wufu is much stronger than ordinary people, his lifespan is not much longer than ordinary people.
Listening to Hai Wuya's meaning, does he realize that his time is running out and he has already begun to make plans for his future affairs?
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Dong Xinglin is old and no longer treats patients most of the time. This medical clinic is run by his three disciples.
Logically speaking, Qiao Mu, Dong Xinglin, and Hai Wuya talking in the inner hall for half a day did not delay the efficiency of the three doctors' treatment.
But when Qiao Mu returned to the lobby of the medical clinic, he was surprised.
In this lobby, the number of patients was three to four times more than before he entered, and the crowds of people were like a busy city.
And when he walked out, many people in the surging crowd looked sideways and their eyes fell on him.
"It's the philanthropic Mr. Qiao Shuanglin Qiao!"
Someone in the crowd shouted this, and the crowd almost boiled.
"Master Qiao, please do it. I don't have money to treat stubborn illnesses..."
"You old man has a kind heart, so you can't just sit back and ignore me."
"Uncle, I am also a disaster victim from Tan County..."
The crowd of Wuyang Wuyang rushed towards Qiao Mu, reaching out to pull Qiao Mu's sleeves to prevent him from leaving. Some people even knelt down on the ground.
Chapter 147 Those who work for everyone will be criticized to death and disgraced (4k
Time flies.
The arbor has been surrounded by crowds, swarming among them.
Countless hands were pulling on his trousers and sleeves, preventing him from leaving like this, and there were noisy cries and pleas all around.
"Old man, you have a kind heart, so you can't turn a blind eye to us, right?"
"For you, fifty taels of silver is just a charity that you can give away casually, but for us, it is life-saving money."
Qiao Mu had given generously before, but when he saw that the former thin Confucian scholar was in trouble and had no money to treat his child, he took fifty taels of silver.
You must know that the doctor at that time had already taken the initiative to reduce the price, reducing the consultation fee from fifty taels to fifty taels, but Qiao Mu generously paid fifty taels.
In the eyes of other patients in the clinic at that time, this scene was undoubtedly a rare kind person who spent a lot of money.
Now, most of the day has passed, and the door of the medical center is actually crowded with people. I don't know how many people who heard the news rushed over, eager to see this great good man named Qiao.
"Have we really come to this point..."
Behind Qiao Mu, the middle-aged doctor who had warned Qiao Mu before sighed secretly.
Dong Xinglin's medical clinic also conducted charity clinics such as free clinics back then.
It was just that they were forced to stop later. It was not like they had never experienced situations related to the current scene.
But the middle-aged doctor didn't expect that these people would come so quickly and in so many numbers.
In just half a day, so many people came, making the entrance of the medical center as busy as a busy city.
"Mr. Qiao Shuanglin, is it going to be difficult now?" He sighed slightly.
Good intentions can lead to bad things.
He had reminded him when Qiao Mu gave generously before.
Of course, he didn't expect that there would be so many people coming.
"Are you all victims of the disaster who are in urgent need of life-saving money?" Qiao Mu didn't show much expression on his face, he just looked at these people calmly.
His trousers and sleeves were pulled and he was not allowed to leave. He was surrounded by the crowd, but he only frowned slightly, without any obvious anger.
"Yes, Master Qiao." A man with a sallow complexion and a sore on his head shouted loudly:
"I am a native of Dan City. Suddenly one day there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and half of the city was destroyed. My home also collapsed...and I had no choice but to leave my hometown and wander around ever since."
"I'm not asking Mr. Qiao to save my life. I just want Mr. Qiao to give me some money for medical treatment. The wind and frost on my way to the imperial capital have revealed the root of my illness..."
"I am also from Dancheng..." The other person was a thin old man with a broken arm. He squeezed through the crowd and came to Qiao Mu:
"That day, there was thunder and rain, and half of the city collapsed. Old man, I was more unlucky. I was crushed under the collapsed city wall. Although I survived by luck, my arm was also crushed..."
"Me too...."
Everyone chatted non-stop and gathered around Qiao Mu to talk about their tragic past.
Qiao Mu did not interrupt, but listened carefully. As a fourth-grade warrior, he had keen senses. Even if the surroundings were noisy, he could still listen carefully to the shouts.
Listening to their words, it doesn’t sound like they are being hypocritical.
It's just that Qiao Mu is not a doctor after all. With so many people talking, he is not sure whether they are confusing people with others.
So he thought for a moment, took out a thousand-tael silver note from his arms, and handed it to the Xinglinkan doctor behind the counter.
"These thousand taels of silver notes are only for medical treatment." He warned:
"The medical expenses of these victims will be borne by me. If the money runs out..."
"I want it from you again?" The doctor's eyes widened, and he was also a little excited.
"If it's used up, it's gone." Qiao Mu spread his hands.
The money Qiao Mu had on hand was actually the two hundred taels that Fangyuan had given him before, and the thousand taels of silver notes he had collected from Sword Demon.
As a person who often died suddenly, Qiao Mu did not take money too seriously, because it was possible that the next time he died, all his gold coins would be wiped out.
Counting the fifty taels given to the thin Confucian scholar before, Qiao Mu now only had one hundred and fifty taels left on him.
In these years, Arbor has naturally been used for his or his own daily expenses in the imperial capital after his death, and not all of them are given.
"Old Mr. Qiao Shuanglin's kindness will be unforgettable."
"I am so grateful that I will be rewarded if we meet again in the future."
Several victims in the front row said thanks and then left in a hurry, heading towards the doctor from Xinglin Hall.
After all, the donation Qiao Mu gave was one thousand taels, but it was also limited.
There are so many patients here. If you don’t hurry up, someone else might get the first chance.
In the blink of an eye, half of the crowd surrounding Qiao Mu dispersed.
But the rest of the crowd swarmed over and once again surrounded Qiao Mu, preventing him from leaving.
This group of people looked healthier than the victims just now. None of them were missing arms or legs. Their faces were pretty good-looking. They didn't seem to be seriously ill.
"Huh? What's going on with you?" Qiao Mu looked slightly cold.
Logically speaking, people who are in urgent need of money for medical treatment should go to see a doctor, but what about the group of people in front of them.
"Master Qiao, you have a kind heart. We are also victims of the Tan County disaster. Although we are not seriously ill, we can only be beggars at this moment. We hope that Master Qiao will donate some money..." The speaker was A beggar-looking young man in rags.
"Old sir, there are not only seriously ill people in this world. I am also in a miserable state. My wife and children are separated, and I have lost all my wealth..."
"Mr. Qiao, look at me. After I became pregnant, I was abandoned by a dandy, and was kicked out of the house by my parents..."
Listening to these noisy sounds, Qiao Mu finally understood.
The wave of people just now were low-level civilians who could not afford medical treatment, but the composition of the current wave of people is more complicated.
The doctors at Xinglin Pavilion can naturally tell whether you are seriously ill.
However, these people's symptoms are milder, or they are not sick at all, and they talk about bleak life experiences. This is not something that can be seen with the eyes.
"I have no money, and it's useless for you to look for me." Qiao Mu spread his hands.
He casually spread his hands and wanted to leave after saying that.
But then, his trousers and sleeves were grabbed by Qiba's hands, making him unable to move forward.
"Mr. Qiao, please do it."
"The villain really can't live any longer..."
"Master Qiao can give away a thousand taels of silver without blinking an eye. He must be rich. I don't ask for much. I just hope that Master Qiao can give a hundred and eighty taels..."
"I have pity on the little boy in my family who has just been born and is waiting to be fed..."
As if they were afraid that Qiao Mu was about to leave, the people around him suddenly became excited. Some people pulled Qiao Mu to prevent him from leaving, and some began to cry and howl. Some even grabbed the ground with their heads, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"The child is not mine, so why are you looking for me? Go find the playboy who abandoned you." Qiao Mu said bluntly, and went away with a puff of sleeves.
Such words made the young woman startled, and then she burst into tears on the ground.
The noisy discussions around him stopped for a while, then became louder and louder.
"I'm not telling you, what's wrong with Mr. Qiao's huge wealth and helping a bunch of women? This is just a piece of cake for him, right?"
"I do know this woman. She is really miserable. Master Qiao is going too far."
"I was willing to pay a thousand taels just now, but here I have nothing. Why is it over budget?"
"In the final analysis, the so-called Qiao family who are dedicated to pursuing morality, and this old man Qiao Shuanglin, are all just hypocrites. Give them a try when you are in a good mood, and leave when you are in a bad mood."
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Qiao Shuanglin is so old, doesn't he still understand this truth?"
"How can you say that? After all, Master Qiao really gave him a thousand taels of silver before..."
"That's just him asking for fame and a good reputation... He wants fame and we want money. It's mutually beneficial to both parties. Isn't it a good deal?"
"Do you think he is really kind-hearted? We are just tools for him to seek fame. You see, now that things have become big, he is not willing to part with the money in his pocket. The thousand taels of silver just now were just for others. Just watching.”
"Just now he could only afford a thousand taels, but his family's property is at least ten thousand taels, tens of thousands taels. The money to treat diseases and save people is just a drop in the bucket. But now that the matter has become too big, it is difficult for him to end it, and he can't bear to part with that little money."
There were more and more whispers among the crowd.
At first it was just one or two people, but the discussion gradually ignited the disappointment in the hearts of the people. Gradually, the way they looked at Qiao Mu also changed, from the previous humility and respect to disappointment and anger.
In just a few moments, the wind turned sharply.
Qiao Shuanglin, the good man in their eyes just now, has suddenly transformed into a representative of the rich and unkind.
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In a small attic in the distance.
Wan Ronghua, a wealthy man in the imperial capital, hugged his concubine Fang Fang and looked at the farce at the entrance of the medical center through the window, smiling without saying a word.