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Chapter 255 Are these the things we cultivators should be doing?! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking rewards! Seeking book recommendations!)

Just then, a furious curse came from the courtyard, and the "beggar" kicked over a basin of water next to him: "Bad luck! What damn bad luck!"

"I didn't check the almanac before going out today, and I didn't make much money. I even ate a bellyful of dry steamed buns! I'm stuffed! I should have stayed home and done my accounting instead of going out today."

In the courtyard, the "beggar" who had changed into a brocade robe was still cursing.

……

On the rooftop, Lin Qingfeng looked at the scene below and turned to Su Ling'er.

"See that, junior sister? The person who gave him that money toiled all day long, earning those few copper coins, which might not even be more than someone who kneels on the ground begging for food for a day."

"In this mortal world, people's hearts are unpredictable. What you see on the surface may not be the truth. You should think carefully about those who have hands and feet but make a living by begging."

Su Ling'er fell silent, staring blankly at the wealthy man below who was straightening his clothes.

A wealthy person...would they really stoop to pretending to be a beggar? Or...did they actually become rich by being a beggar?
She seems to be gradually being opened up to the world.

Lin Qingfeng's voice became heavier: "What you saw today is just a minor matter. Although such behavior is fraudulent, at least it has not harmed anyone's life. However, your seemingly benevolent charity will make some black market activities profitable and breed truly dark things."

"Junior sister, do you understand?"

So it turns out... the real ignorance and naivety was in himself. Although his senior brother was a member of the demonic path, he saw the wickedness of people's hearts in this world much more clearly than he, a so-called righteous disciple.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head: "It was Ling'er's poor eyesight that almost led her astray..."

Sigh, you're lucky to be alive now without being scammed into counting money for others.

Lin Qingfeng reached out and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger: "When you have time later, you can go and take a look at the area in the west of the city."

West of the city? Su Ling'er's heart skipped a beat. She remembered when she was a child, her family always forbade her to go to the west of the city, saying that it was full of fighting and killing outlaws and gangsters, and that it was too dangerous.

As a child, she once secretly ran to the street corner in the west of the city out of curiosity, but was seen by the butler who was going out. He grabbed her and brought her back, and her father locked her up for a period of time.

If that's what my senior brother said, is there something I don't know about in the west of the city? It seems I still know far too little about this city that nurtured me…

……

The two fell from the rooftop and returned to the bustling street they had been on before. Lin Qingfeng opened his sect channel and saw two green dots coming together on the regional map of Anhe City.

It's Zhang San and Li Si.

[Lin Qingfeng]: What are you two doing standing there?
[Zhang San]: President! I'm begging! Let's reminisce about the past life of the Nine Streams Sect! But begging here is alright, no need to worry about your bowl being stolen while you're begging!

[Li Si]: I'm selling steamed buns next to him! If someone gives him something to eat, I can do some business. Chairman, do you want to come over and throw some coins? I feel like something's missing if I don't throw some coins.

Lin Qingfeng grinned. Well, they've changed the game, but they're still using the same old tricks. They have a bright future ahead of them. I'm very optimistic about them! I guess I have to participate and show my support!
So Lin Qingfeng turned to Su Ling'er and said, "Come on, junior sister, I'll take you to see how your senior brothers beg!"

He led Su Ling'er to the spot where the beggar had set up his stall before, only to find that there were now two different people there.

Su Ling'er looked closely and carefully recognized them. They were disciples of the Guixi Sect. She seemed to have seen these two relatively normal-looking faces during the celebration.

One of the disciples, dressed in even more tattered clothes than the previous beggar, was crying and shouting on the ground, holding a broken bowl.

"Please, kind souls, give me some money, please give me a few copper coins."

"I haven't eaten for days, please, kind people."

Another disciple set up a small stall next to him, pushing a wooden cart piled high with white steamed buns and several jars of water.

A wooden sign next to the stall read: "Steamed buns, five coins each. Water, two coins."

Lin Qingfeng pointed to this scene and gave Su Ling'er a live lesson. "See? Begging has to be done in pairs."

"If you encounter a benefactor like me who is persistent and insists on giving you food, wouldn't you scare them away?"

Look at this, even if someone buys him steamed buns as a gift, the money goes into our own pockets. It's like transferring money from one hand to the other, keeping the profits within the family.

"You have no idea how hard it was for us to beg for food back then."

Lin Qingfeng's face showed an expression of unbearable recollection of the past.

"That broken bowl keeps getting stolen! Whenever I take a nap while begging for food, when I wake up, hey, my eating utensils are always gone."

“In our guild… cough, in our sect, some people even got a ‘secure job’ just to prevent their livelihood from being stolen.” He gestured. “You have no idea how expensive a job can be. A secure job is much better!”

Lin Qingfeng shared some interesting stories from the previous game with him, a hint of nostalgia on his face.

Su Ling'er was somewhat confused by what she heard.

Speaking of our sect, what exactly did we do before? Although I feel that your behavior after entering the city doesn't quite seem like that of demonic cultivators, it's still quite strange!

And shouldn't a secure job be more valuable? Why wouldn't it be stolen? I thought that funeral service was the limit of your business, but I never imagined you used to make a living by begging.
And are we cultivators supposed to be doing these kinds of things?! Shouldn't we cultivators be thinking about seeking revenge or slaying demons?

Even if you are people of the demonic path, this still doesn't make sense. What kind of life did you lead before? How did you gradually grow into what you are now?
Hearing this, Su Ling'er even felt a pang of sadness.

So... such a brilliant and talented person as the eldest brother was actually worried about a broken bowl being stolen back then? He even had to beg to survive?
Looking at Lin Qingfeng's smiling face as he spoke of his bitter past, Su Ling'er felt a pang of sympathy.

It turns out that the eldest brother wasn't born a demon; he was once a pitiful person struggling to survive in this mortal world...

Just then, Lin Qingfeng stepped forward, straightened his back, and resumed his appearance as a wealthy merchant with a fortune around his waist. Then he took out a large bag of money from his sleeve.

He untied the bag, grabbed a handful of copper coins, and threw them at his two fellow disciples.

"Clatter—" Copper coins splattered into the two disciples' broken bowls and onto the steamed bun cart.

"Just throw some coins at me, you're welcome."

"One for all, one for all."

"Thank you so much, kind philanthropist! Thank you so much, kind philanthropist!"

Passersby stopped in their tracks upon seeing this.

"What a kind person!"

"How come I remember this person was the one who gave that beggar a bunch of steamed buns just now?"

"Yes! That's right! It's him!"

Su Ling'er: "..."

Senior Brother, are you... not forgetting your roots?

Even now, with his cultivation reaching the heavens and wearing brocade robes, he can still recall that unbearable past without any resentment.

This openness, this composure in the face of the past... could this be the Daoist heart of the eldest brother?
Although... although this act of throwing money around still resembled that of a nouveau riche, and although begging still made Su Ling'er feel somewhat ashamed...

But she was a little hesitant to draw any conclusions so easily.

(End of this chapter)