“It’s just that the way of refining the spirit is now far ahead, and the Martial Saint is the most powerful person in the way of refining the spirit.” Having said this, Hai Wuya glanced at the picture of the blood moon next to him.
The so-called refining of the spirit is actually a rather illusory and elusive way of cultivation.
"The birth of this martial arts path seems to have a certain connection with the lofty immortal sect. This can be seen from the fact that the Changsheng Sect deduced the top spiritual martial arts "Changsheng Fist Sutra" hundreds of years ago."
Both Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya lack trust in the cultivators from the nine major immortal sects.
And Hai Wuya's "The Book of Humanity" does not involve the way of refining the spirit, but takes a different approach, taking Qi and blood as the foundation.
"The true way of warriors, 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 similar to my "The Book of Humanity", I hope that your Qiao family can find a true humane way in the future."
In Hai Wuya's view, Qiao Mu is not a person, but represents a family, a group.
That's why he said such words.
Hai Wuya and Qiao Mu had a long conversation, ranging from their understanding of martial arts to saving the nation from extinction.
It was not until the sun was setting and Qiao Mu and Fang Yuan were ready to leave that Hai Wuya stopped talking in annoyance.
For him, seeing a fellow traveler on the road of humanity was a great blessing in his life, so he couldn't stop talking.
"Brother Hai, we seem to be in a very good mood today."
Dong Xinglin waited until Qiao Mu left before he spoke, his eyes moving away from the picture of the blood moon.
Hai Wuya nodded happily: "After seeing Qiao Shuanglin, I made a decision."
He coughed lightly a few times, hunched over slightly, and then looked at Dong Xinglin beside him, with a small torch burning in his eyes:
"I'm afraid I won't be able to see the day when humanity flourishes in my lifetime."
“So in the coming time, I want to spread the “Sumeru Mountain King Sutra” as much as possible, leaving a small spark for the future.”
Dong Xinglin was stunned 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 aged body.
Although warriors are much stronger than ordinary people, their lifespan is not much longer than that of ordinary people.
From what Hai Wuya said, it seems that he realizes that his time is running out and has already started planning for his afterlife
... ..
Dong Xinglin is old and no longer treats patients most of the time. This clinic is run by his three disciples.
Logically speaking, Qiao Mu's conversation with Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya in the inner hall for half a day did not affect the efficiency of the three doctors' treatment.
But when Qiao Mu returned to the lobby of the clinic, he was surprised.
The number of patients in the lobby was three or four times more than before he entered, and the crowd was as surging as a busy city.
And when he walked out, many people in the surging crowd looked at him sideways, their eyes falling on him.
"It's the kind-hearted Mr. Qiao Shuanglin!"
Someone in the crowd shouted this, and the crowd was almost boiling with excitement.
"Master Qiao, please be kind, I don't have the money to treat my chronic illness..."
"You are a kind-hearted man, but you can't just sit there and ignore me."
"Uncle, I am also a disaster victim from Tan County..."
A huge crowd rushed towards Qiao Mu, some grabbed his sleeves to stop him from leaving, and some even knelt on the ground.
Chapter 147 Those who carry firewood for the public will be criticized and discredited (4k
Time flies.
Qiao Mu was surrounded by the crowd and crowded among them.
Countless hands pulled at his trouser legs and sleeves, preventing him from leaving, and the surrounding area was filled with noisy cries of begging.
"Old man, you are kind-hearted, you can't just turn a blind eye to us, right?"
"Fifty taels of silver may be just a donation to you, but it is life-saving money to us."
Qiao Mu had been generous before, and when he saw that the thin scholar was in financial difficulty and had no money to pay for his child's medical treatment, he casually took out fifty taels of silver.
You know, the doctor at that time had already taken the initiative to lower the price, reducing the consultation fee from fifty taels to five taels, but Qiao Mu generously paid fifty taels.
To other patients in the clinic at the time, this scene was undoubtedly a rare and generous act of kindness by a philanthropist.
Now, half a day had passed, and the entrance of the clinic was crowded with people. I don't know how many people who heard the news rushed over to see this kind-hearted man named Qiao.
"Has it really come to this..."
Behind Qiao Mu, the middle-aged doctor who had reminded Qiao Mu before sighed secretly in his heart.
Dong Xinglin's clinic also performed charitable acts such as free medical consultations in the past.
But later they were forced to stop. They had experienced situations similar to the current scene before.
However, the middle-aged doctor did not expect that these people would come so quickly and in so many numbers.
In just half a day, so many people came that the entrance of the clinic was as busy as a downtown area.
"Mr. Qiao Shuanglin is in a difficult situation right now, right?" He sighed slightly.
Good intentions may lead to bad consequences.
He had reminded him of this before when Qiao Mu made a generous donation.
Of course, he didn't expect so many people to come.
"Are you all disaster victims who are in urgent need of money to save your life?" Qiao Mu's face showed little expression, he just looked at these people calmly.
He was pulled by his trouser legs and sleeves and was not allowed to leave. He was surrounded by a crowd, but he just frowned slightly and did not show any obvious anger.
"Yes, Master Qiao." A thin man with a pale face and sores on his head shouted:
"I am from Dancheng. Suddenly one day, there was thunder and lightning in the sky, and half of the city was destroyed. My house also collapsed... and I had no choice but to leave my hometown and wander around ever since."
"I'm not asking Master Qiao to save my life, I'm just asking Master Qiao to give me some money for medical treatment. I've been through a lot of hardships all the way to the capital and I've gotten sick..."
"I'm from Dancheng too..." The other person was a skinny old man with a broken arm. He squeezed through the crowd and came to Qiao Mu:
"That day, there was thunder and lightning, and half of the city collapsed. I was unlucky and was crushed under the collapsed city wall. Although I survived, my arm was broken..."
"Me too... ."
Everyone chattered non-stop, surrounding Qiao Mu and telling him about their sad past.
Qiao Mu did not interrupt, but just listened carefully. As a fourth-grade warrior, he had sharp senses, and even though there was a lot of noise around him, he was able to patiently listen carefully to the shouts.
Listening to their words, it doesn't sound like they are lying.
But Qiumu is not a doctor after all, and with so many people talking, he is not sure if anyone is imposters.
So he thought for a moment, took out a silver note worth one thousand taels from his pocket, and handed it to the doctor at Xinglinguan behind the counter.
"This thousand taels of silver will only be used for medical treatment." He warned:
"The medical expenses of these disaster victims will be charged to me. If the money runs out..."
"Ask you again?" The doctor's eyes widened and he was 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 just the two hundred taels that Fang Yuan had given him before, and the thousand taels of silver notes that he had looted from Jian Gui.
As a person who often died suddenly, Qiumu did not attach too much importance to money, which is something that you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die, because it is possible that all his gold coins will explode the next time he dies.
Including the fifty taels he had given to the thin scholar before, Qiao Mu now only had one hundred and fifty taels left on his body.
These years, Qiumu naturally used it for his own daily expenses in the imperial capital or for his daily expenses after his death, and did not give it all away.
"Mr. Qiao Shuanglin has been so kind and generous, and I will never forget him."
"I am filled with gratitude. If we meet again in the future, I will repay you."
Several victims in the front row expressed their gratitude, then left in a hurry and headed towards the doctor at Xinglin Hall.
After all, Qiao Mu donated one thousand taels of money, but it was limited.
There are so many patients here. If you don't rush forward, you might be overtaken by others.
In a flash, most of the crowd surrounding Qiao Mu dispersed.
But the remaining crowd swarmed over again, surrounded Qiumu once again, and prevented him from leaving.
This group of people looked healthier than the previous victims. None of them were missing limbs, and their complexions looked good, so they did not seem to be seriously ill.
"Huh? What's going on with you guys?" Qiao Mu's expression was slightly cold.
Logically speaking, people who urgently need money for medical treatment should go to see a doctor, but what about this group of people in front of us
"Mr. Qiao, you are a kind-hearted person. I am also a disaster victim in Tan County. Although I am not seriously ill, I can only be a beggar now. I am worried about my future. I hope Mr. Qiao can give me some money..." The speaker was a ragged young man who looked like a beggar.
"Old sir, there are not only seriously ill people in this world. I am also miserable. My wife and children are separated, and my family is penniless..."
"Master Qiao, look at me. After I became pregnant, I was abandoned by the playboy and kicked out of the house by my parents..."
Listening to the noisy sounds, Qiumu finally understood.
The previous wave of people were lower-class civilians who were unable to pay for medical treatment, and the composition of this wave of people is a little more complicated.
The doctors at Xinglin Hall can naturally tell whether a person is seriously ill.
However, these people's symptoms are milder, or they are not sick at all, and they talk about their miserable life experiences, which cannot be seen with the eyes.
"I have no money, it's no use looking for me." Qiao Mu spread his hands.
He spread his hands casually and wanted to leave after saying that.
But then, seven or eight hands grabbed his trouser legs and sleeves, making him unable to move.
"Master Qiao, please be kind."
"I really can't live like this any longer..."
"Master Qiao can give a thousand taels of silver without blinking an eye. He must be very wealthy. I don't ask for much. I just hope Master Qiao can give me a hundred or eighty taels..."
"Pity my newly born baby who is crying for food."
As if they were afraid that Qiumu would leave, the people around him became agitated. Some pulled Qiumu and wouldn't let him go, some started crying, and some even banged their heads on the ground, knelt down and kowtowed.
"The child is not mine, why are you looking for me? Go find that playboy who abandoned you." Qiao Mu said bluntly and left in a huff.
These words startled the young woman, who then burst into tears on the ground.
The noisy discussions around them paused for a moment, then became louder and louder.
"I'm not saying anything, Mr. Qiao is a wealthy man, so what's wrong with him helping this woman? It's just a piece of cake for him, right?"
"I do know this woman. She is really miserable. This Mr. Qiao is too much."
"You were willing to pay one thousand taels just now, but now you are unwilling to pay a penny. What's the matter? Are you over budget?"
"In the final analysis, the so-called righteous Qiao family and this old man Qiao Shuanglin are just hypocrites. They give a little when they are in a good mood, and leave when they are in a bad mood."
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Qiao Shuanglin is so old, doesn't he understand this truth?"
"How can you say that? After all, Mr. Qiao really gave me 1,000 taels of silver..."
"He just wants fame, a good reputation... He wants fame, we want money, it's mutually beneficial, isn't it a good deal?"
"Do you think he really has a kind heart? We are just tools for him to seek fame. Now that things have gotten out of hand, he is reluctant to part with the little money in his pocket. The thousand taels of silver he just gave away was just for show."
"He was only able to offer a thousand taels just now. His family assets are at least tens of thousands of taels. The money for saving lives is just a drop in the bucket. But now that things have gotten out of hand, it's hard for him to clean up the mess. He's reluctant to spend that little money."
There was more and more whispering among the crowd.
At first there were only one or two people, but the discussions gradually ignited the disappointment in the hearts of the people. Gradually, the way they looked at Qiao Mu changed, from humility and respect to disappointment and anger.
But in just a moment, the wind direction suddenly changed.
The kind-hearted man Qiao Shuanglin in their eyes just now had transformed into a representative of the rich and unkind.
...
In a small attic in the distance.
Wan Ronghua, a wealthy man in the imperial capital, hugged his concubine Fang Fang, looked out the window at the farce happening in front of the clinic, and smiled without saying a word.