They didn't take Qiumu's actions seriously.
Half of the people who gathered in the clinic were secretly instigated by them, and there were also several extras among them, otherwise it would be impossible for the clinic to be so crowded all of a sudden.
"Qiao Shuanglin is very powerful, so we can't fight him head-on... But unfortunately, this is the imperial capital, and the imperial capital naturally has its own rules."
"Even if they are a dragon crossing the river like the Qiao family, they have to stay here."
"A kind horse is often ridden by others, and a kind person is often bullied. In today's world, kindness is a huge weakness." Wan Ronghua smiled:
“People with a good reputation will be burdened by their reputation.”
He would not confront Qiumu head-on as he could not bear the loss or risk of that.
But he can ruin Qiumu's reputation and make him fall into his trap step by step.
"How can being ruined be enough?" Fang Fang said worriedly:
"He is a powerful warrior after all. If he gets angry and comes to attack us on behalf of Fang Yuan, the other servants of our Wan family may not be able to protect us all the time."
"Haha, why do we need to kill him?" Wan Ronghua hugged his concubine's slender waist and said lightly:
"Qiao Shuanglin is so high-profile. I am definitely not the only one who wants to deal with him."
"When he is disgraced and becomes a street rat in the imperial capital, the number of people who want to kill him will probably be so large that they can line up from the city gate to the palace gate."
Street corner.
A middle-aged man with a curly beard withdrew his gaze from the attic, the corners of his mouth curled up unnaturally, and he sat on the ground without caring about his image, sitting side by side with a little beggar.
“Hahahahahahahahaha… I’m dying of laughter.”
The middle-aged man with a curly beard grinned and laughed loudly. The laughter was a bit arrogant, causing others to frown and look at him, thinking that he was a beggar who had gone crazy.
"Here." He gently kicked the little beggar beside him:
"Do you think those people are not smart enough?"
The middle-aged man with curly beard laughed and said, "In the past, the martial saint called himself a saint and slaughtered half of the martial arts world. His hands were stained with blood."
"As a result, many warriors regard him as the last hope of warriors. They worship him and regard him as an idol on the altar, a symbol of human warriors."
"People in the world are only afraid of the Martial Saint, and not many people dare to gossip about him. Even though the Martial Saint is dead now, the Wuji Society is still there."
"And this Qiao family member did good deeds and generously donated money to patients, but now he is being criticized by thousands of people and accused of being a hypocrite."
"Good people will be held to the standard of a perfect saint by them. If you don't spend all your wealth and send them off to the afterlife, you're just being hypocritical."
“The Martial Saint calls himself a saint, but no one dares to ask him to do so. Instead, they are in awe of him, and there are even believers who respect and recognize him.”
"If the Martial Saint had killed fewer than one or two people, they would have built an altar on the spot and worshipped him as a god."
The little beggar next to him listened calmly.
This little beggar was quite strange. He just lay there lazily, basking in the sunset, without moving a muscle. There was a broken bowl in front of him. Even after hearing that a kind-hearted man had come to the clinic, he did not move, as if his butt was rooted to the ground.
The little beggar did not say a word despite what the bearded guest said, looking quite relaxed.
"This is in line with the old saying." The bearded guest grinned and said:
"Those who carry firewood for the masses will be condemned and condemned by the masses!"
"Don't make such a fuss." The little beggar held a blade of grass in his mouth, lay on the ground with his hands behind his head, and said impatiently:
"What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
The middle-aged man with curly beard was startled for a moment, then he burst into laughter.
He seemed to be particularly patient with the little beggar. Even after being confronted by the little beggar, he did not get angry, but instead grinned.
"That's great. You're right." He looked at the noisy crowd:
"What does it have to do with you? And what does it have to do with me?" The middle-aged man with a curly beard smiled and said to himself:
"If the Qiao family hadn't meddled in other people's business and paid the fifty taels for the consultation, how could so many problems have arisen?"
...
At the entrance of the clinic.
Qiao Mu felt amused when listening to the many accusations around him.
Before entering the clinic, he was regarded as a kind-hearted man by others, Mr. Qiao.
After entering the inner hall of the clinic, he and Hai Wuya had a long conversation, discussing the so-called essence of martial arts, saving the nation from extinction, and the future prospects of the prosperity of humanity.
As a result, as soon as he walked out of the door, he was pointed at and blamed by the people of Dayan.
If you don’t know, you might think that he was not doing a good deed by paying the medical fees on behalf of others, but was digging up the ancestral graves of these people
Chapter 148: Qiao Shuanglin (3k
The noise in my ears became louder and louder.
Qiao Mu was trapped in the crowd, being pointed at by thousands of people. Countless gazes were like countless needles piercing his body.
But he kept silent, with no expression on his face.
As a result, under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, the people became increasingly excited.
"What's wrong with giving some spare money to a kind-hearted person like Mr. Qiao? Why is it as difficult as cutting meat?"
"I have also heard of the reputation of the Qiao family. I heard that they are a great martial arts family that has produced many powerful warriors. Naturally, they are much richer and more powerful than ordinary people."
"You generously donated a thousand taels of silver just now, but now you are unwilling to give a penny? You only want fame, but don't want to pay more money?"
"Seeking fame and reputation, seeking fame and reputation!"
"I clearly saw that he still had some silver in his purse just now, but he just didn't want to give it to him."
Qiao Mu still didn't say anything. He listened quietly to the noise of the people around him, and felt a little annoyed.
"Are you done yet?" A low growl came from the side, drowning out the noise of the crowd outside the clinic.
The person who spoke was Fang Yuan, the jailer of Tianlao.
Although he was not very strong, he was still a martial artist with strong internal strength after all, so it was not difficult for him to suppress these ordinary people.
Not to mention Qiao Mu who was at the center of the storm, even Fang Yuan who was listening nearby felt furious.
Fang Yuan is not an ordinary person either.
He was born into a merchant family, and now he is also a jailer in the Heavenly Prison, so naturally he is not a good person.
He had seen countless despicable things, and the people's tantrums were of no use to him as a jailer of the Heavenly Prison.
"Get out of the way!"
His eyes widened, murderous intent rising in his eyes.
As a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he had naturally seen blood, and was adept at using torture to extract confessions. But now, with his glaring and growling, the murderous aura of a Heavenly Prison jailer suddenly emerged.
How could these ordinary people gathered in front of the clinic withstand such intimidation? They immediately took several steps back.
But then, a pointed-faced man in the crowd shouted:
"Hit someone, hit someone!"
"Qiao Shuanglin, the great philanthropist of the Qiao family, had his followers beat someone up..."
Different voices were heard in the crowd, blending into the noise.
"As for hitting someone? Isn't that too much?"
"Isn't it just blocking your way?"
"Heh, how can we ordinary people stand in the way of the master? Why don't we kneel down and wait for Master Qiao to be in a good mood that day and give us some money so that we can have money to treat our illnesses?"
Jailer Fang Yuan frowned and took a step forward, wanting to push away the people who were blocking his way, but just as he raised his hand, the crowd started to speak again.
"Qiao Shuanglin ordered his followers to beat someone..." This voice was heard everywhere again.
Now Fang Yuan was in a dilemma.
As a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he was naturally not afraid of the people's tricks such as throwing tantrums and acting like a rogue.
after all.
Moral kidnapping can only be used to kidnap moral people.
As long as he has no morals, no one can kidnap him.
As a prison guard, he would not show mercy when he really wanted to take action.
But... Fang Yuan is no longer a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, but an attendant of Qiao Shuanglin...
Although he was not a follower, if he hit someone, it would be Qiao Shuanglin's reputation that would be damaged.
This made him hesitate for a moment, and he stood there not knowing what to do.
"Fang Yuan, please step back." At this time, an old man's gentle voice sounded in my ears:
"let me."
Qiao Mu's old body walked in front of Fang Yuan and looked at the many people blocking the road.
"As expected of you, Senior Qiao. After all, he has lived to such an old age and his Qi cultivation skills are amazing. I was getting furious just listening to him..." Fang Yuan looked at the old man's back and admired him secretly in his heart.
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and exhaled like thunder:
"Get out of here! Don't block the road!"
"Those who know me would say I did a good deed by paying the patient's medical fee, but those who don't would think I dug up your family's ancestral graves."
This shout was like thunder, which immediately forced the people to retreat step by step and clear a large area of space.
But even though they retreated, their mouths were not idle.
"He's anxious, he's anxious."
"I told you long ago that he is a fake and hypocritical person. Now, his chicken feet are finally exposed."
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Your attitude towards so many of us disaster victims is a disgrace to your Qiao family!"
"I heard that when the Qiao family was in Nanzhou, they were famous for being public-spirited and righteous, and for putting justice before life and death. Now I know that they were just seeking fame and reputation. It's really hard to live up to their reputation..."
But Qiao Mu still sneered. He walked forward without caring about the accusations of the people at all.
"I don't give a f*ck what you think. Whether you think I'm hypocritical or not is your business. It has nothing to do with me. I'll help you and I'll pay you!"
His eyes were like cold lightning as he stared coldly at the people who were talking and gossiping.
Although Qiao Mu had not yet entered the path of spiritual cultivation and had not yet mastered the method of witnessing, he had fought bloody battles to the death several times, and when he got serious, a strong murderous aura naturally arose. When his eyes swept over, the people who had just been accusing each other, all lowered their heads like grass in a strong wind, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
"Even if the king of heaven came today and donated money to treat the disease, it would be a good deed and a good thing! How can you have any say in this?"
He took big steps forward.
The crowded crowd unconsciously dispersed to both sides. The courtyard that was crowded with people just now now unconsciously squeezed out a passage for Qiao Mu to move forward. No one dared to block his way, just like a reef splitting the waves.
He didn't care whether the people's eyes were accusatory or angry. He just left the crowd with his silver-white back of his head, without looking back or stopping.
Fang Yuan was stunned for a while, then quickly followed.
Although Qiao Mu's actions were very different from what he had imagined, he followed Qiao Mu and felt countless eyes staring at him from behind, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
His heart was trembling with excitement.
"At the age of ninety, his will cannot be shaken by the criticism of thousands of people... He is not an old man in his nineties, his heart is as pure as a child, and it cannot be shaken. It is really admirable."
He was amazed in his heart, followed Qiao Mu, and disappeared at the end of the crowd.
..
After Qiumu left.
"Bah, a bunch of rabble." On the attic, Wan Ronghua withdrew his gaze, somewhat sullenly.
"Master, why are you so angry? How can those ordinary people have the courage to stand in front of Qiao Shuanglin?" Concubine Fang Fang said:
"Now Qiao Shuanglin is angrily forcing the people who are in urgent need of money for medical treatment to retreat. Isn't this exactly what we want?"
“After today, as long as we spread the word, Qiao Shuanglin’s reputation in this imperial capital will be ruined.”
"Not bad." Wan Ronghua nodded happily: