I have figured out how to make money, and how to do it is only to take one step at a time!

Rong Zhihao returned home, used his divine sense to make sure that his son was still in the meditation, and he didn't think about his son's results, he sat directly on the bed, he wanted to digest Fu Yuanping's words.

"'Hinayana Bodhisattva Mahayana Buddha, Taoist becomes immortal and child becomes holy; thousands of tempers refine the spirit and spirit, and cultivate hard to become a god to achieve eternal life; God preaches angels, and Allah retains the law to receive servants; if the cultivator does not cultivate the mind first, he will become a lich and a mortal. 'Why did he tell me this?' This can be purely theoretical......

Rong Zhihao read this paragraph repeatedly, but he couldn't find a clue!

"Is it ......?"

In Rong Zhihao's mind, a flash of inspiration: "Hinayana Bodhisattva Mahayana Buddha, in fact, it means: Cultivating Zen to become a Buddha, the next sentence is to tell me to cultivate the Tao to become an immortal, cultivate Confucianism to become a saint; four or five sentences are to say that I have cultivated martial arts and become a god, and Allah is only a servant, and God can only cultivate into an angel and not a master...... This is telling me that the cultivation heart must be strong, and if it is not successful, it will fall into the dust forever, but is he just trying to tell me this?"

"No, no, Dazun is telling me that Buddha, Taoism, Confucianism, and martial arts should all be cultivated at the same time, so that they can be above Buddha, immortals, saints, and gods...... Yes, that's it. ”

"And now, I have already integrated the teachings, Taoism, and Confucianism in one, what is missing is martial arts, of course, there are also the formations of Confucianism and the cultivation methods of various foreign disciplines, that is, the light and darkness in Catholicism, and the mantras in Islam, the mantras are easy to remember, and they can be issued with divine consciousness after remembering, that is to say, Islam is a single cultivation of divine consciousness, and light and darkness ......"

Rong Zhihao looked at his son's small black house: "That's it, at night, I will practice with my son, the light, it should be understood from the darkness, and I will go out to find opportunities to make money during the day!"

Although Rong Zhihao was basically sure that he could cure the disease, he only knew what the result would be, so he thought of doing good deeds to repay his healing effect.

Pushing away his son's small black room, Rong Zhihao walked in lightly, without alarming his meditating son.

Bright, there is no cultivation method handed down, Rong Zhihao decided to use the cultivation method of the Quanzhen Sect to cultivate the light;

Freezing three feet, not a day's cold.

On the first night of cultivation, Rong Zhihao didn't get anything, but he was not in a hurry, because deep meditation could have strengthened his divine sense.

He didn't know if his son had woken up or not, but he didn't care about it, just gently closed the door and walked out.

"Big brother, can you give me ten yuan?" On the street, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stopped Rong Zhihao.

Rong Zhihao forgot how long he had been wandering around the streets like he did today, and everything felt fresh.

Seeing that someone was blocking the road, Rong Zhihao stopped.

"That's right, big brother--" The girl lowered her head shyly, "I lost my wallet, I can't go home, I haven't eaten yet!"

Ten yuan, for today's people, is simply a drizzle thing, so Rong Zhihao didn't think about it, took out a fifty yuan ticket from his pocket, and said in his heart: "It costs more than ten yuan to eat a bowl of decent noodles......

He looked at the girl and was about to hand over the money, when suddenly his heart was filled with disgust: "This ......" Rong Zhihao frowned......

When the girl saw that the other party took out fifty yuan, she was secretly happy in her heart, and suddenly saw the other party staring at her, her cheeks couldn't help but redden, and she secretly screamed: "What a handsome face......"

"Do you know what is the most difficult thing for people to accept besides being wronged?" Rong Zhihao's face showed coldness: "It's deception!" After speaking, he stuffed the money back into his pocket, let the girl stand one by one, turned around and left: Hey, education......

"Uncle--" After not taking a few steps, Rong Zhihao was pulled by a little boy with a dirty face, about eight or nine years old.

"Little friend, why don't you go to school?" Although he was disgusted in his heart, Rong Zhihao still squatted down.

In this well-off society, it is impossible for anyone to be unable to afford to read, let alone compulsory education.

"Uncle, can you give me some money, I'm hungry!" the little boy's eyes flashed, revealing cunning.

"I can't give you money, but I can take you to eat......"

Without waiting for Rong Zhihao to finish speaking, the little boy turned his head and ran into the crowd and ran away, Rong Zhihao was speechless......

"Education, moral education...... Ideological and moral character, no wonder in ancient times, children had to read the "Three Character Classic," "Kindergarten Qionglin," and "Zhuzi's Family Motto." What if we put aside the "Olympiad Mathematics" and "English" for the time being in primary school education and learn these first?

Indeed, the more people with bad thinking and moral character read, the greater the harm to society......

Thinking and walking silently: the country is prosperous, and it is the responsibility of the husband, perhaps, I should also do something, no matter how much I try, I must not forget that this country is my own country, this society, and my society, right?

"Yo--"

Rong Zhihao unconsciously came to the door of the vegetable market, a lame man, dragging a stereo, moved in front of Rong Zhihao, blocking his way; because he was so engrossed in thinking, Rong Zhihao didn't even notice the loud music.

Looking at each other, Rong Zhihao quickly scanned it with his divine sense like an X-ray machine: "Do you get up by yourself, or do I force you to get up!"

"Sir, you are all right, all right—" the lame man began to kowtow.

"You ......" Rong Zhihao was a little angry, he wanted to say that if you don't get up again, I will make you never stand up, but he felt that this was a bit cruel, so he sent a trace of divine thought to the other party......

"Ahh......h

The lame man suddenly felt that his legs began to swell, began to ache, tingle, and even began to lose consciousness.

While screaming, he quickly unbuttoned his trouser belt and took off his pants, and a pair of sound legs curled up in the trouser tube and tied by the straps appeared in front of everyone's eyes......

"Ahh......h

"It turned out that he was a normal person......"

"I give him money every time I sell vegetables, it, I'm complaining!"

"Beat him--"

"Beat him!"

Although the crowd shouted like this, they only scared him, and did not really hit him.

"My legs - my legs ......" the cripple cried out with tears and snot, so that the crowd did not understand.

No one knew that this was Rong Zhihao's ghost, and while they were coaxing, they looked at the lame man strangely: Aren't his legs good?

"It should have been tied up for too long, and the blood resistance was too long, right?" a young man who knew a little bit about medicine explained with a scolding.

"Well deserved!" echoed the crowd.

Untied the fake lame man on both legs, pulled his stereo in a gray way, and ran away as fast as possible amid the laughter of the crowd.

At this moment, Rong Zhihao suddenly felt that his body and mind were clear, and his consciousness was particularly transparent.

"Hehe, this is a good deed, feel good - yes, this should be a good thing, so that everyone will not be deceived again!"

There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, hurrying endlessly, with nervousness and anxiety on his face from time to time, and more dazed, Rong Zhihao's heart suddenly remembered such a sentence.

Metrics disturb themselves - mediocre people disturb themselves!

Why bother?

Only those gray-haired uncles and aunts will be leisurely, smiling, and slowly pacing and chatting with their peers.

"How should a person's life be spent?" Rong Zhihao thought for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile......

"Wow--"

Not far away, a little girl of about four or three years old was lying on the ground, crying, and next to her, an old lady who was nearly eighty years old was helpless and asked for help. Because, she forgot to bring her mobile phone, she asked passers-by to help her call 120, but passers-by stood far away and did not dare to step forward.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Rong Zhihao was speechless: they are not unwilling to help, but they are avoiding suspicion, this situation should be caused by touching porcelain, right?

He stepped forward lightly and said to the anxious old man, "Don't be afraid, I know how to heal, I'll come!" He knew that if he made a secret move, he would not be shocked.

The little girl's knees and her palms were all dripping with blood, and her face was pale.

Rong Zhihao sensed it slightly, and knew that her right knee was comminuted, and if she was sent to the hospital, this girl would become lame for the rest of her life.

Rong Zhihao squatted down, laughing and talking to the little girl, while stretching out his palms, one centimeter away from the skin of the little girl's knees, slowly moving back and forth repeatedly.

"What is he doing?"

"He could be a qigong master......"

"Well, it should be, he's using qigong to treat the little girl's injuries!"

Passers-by were talking.

"Alright, little sister, give me your hand!"

In less than ten minutes, the little girl's face returned to its normal rosy color, but there were still tears on her face, but she did not cry again.

This is because the knee is not only painful, but also very comfortable, but the palm of one hand has scratched the skin, is still bleeding, and still feels pain.

Rong Zhihao took out a napkin from his pocket and wiped it on the little girl's palm......

"You can't wipe it with a napkin, the wound will be infected ......" A well-wisher next to him reminded Rong Zhihao.

Rong Zhihao smiled and nodded, and continued to wipe the little girl's palm very carelessly......

As Rong Zhihao's napkin was wiped, a smile finally appeared on the little girl's face.

"Okay, grandma, the child is fine!" Rong Zhihao helped the little girl wipe the blood on her knees again, picked up the little girl with a smile, and wanted to hand it over, but after seeing the age of the other party, he put the little girl on the ground again, and took her little hand to the old man.

"Squeak--" The car of the 120 just arrived.

"Who called 120 just now?"

Seeing that there was no patient in front of him, the doctor who got out of the car asked as he searched for it.

"It's—it's me!" a young man of twenty-two or three, blushing and bowing his head uneasily.

"If there are no patients, what are you calling 120?" said the doctor with a black face.

"Yes...... It's this little girl...... Everybody saw it!" the young man pointed to the little girl beside the old man: "Her hands and knees were full of blood just now!"

The doctor looked at the little girl's knee, "You like to play pranks, don't you?

Obviously, although the little girl's knee was injured, based on his medical experience, it was definitely not the appearance that was still bleeding just now.

"I ...... I didn't lie......" the young man was anxious.

"It's me, it's me who begged them to help me fight!" Fortunately, the old man was not ungrateful.

"You ......" The doctor wanted to reproach a few words, but seeing the other party's age, he finally held back: "Okay, you pay 200 yuan for the visit!"

"I ......," the old man said embarrassedly, "I forgot to bring the money...... You make a call for me, and I'll have the money delivered!"

"Forgot to bring money?" the doctor looked at him suspiciously, and turned his head to the young man, "Then you can pay it!"

The doctor was smart, and he suspected that the old man had no money in the first place.

"I ...... I ......" the young man reluctantly took money out of his pocket, but only one piece was 100 yuan, and the others were only twenty or thirty yuan in change: "I haven't found a job yet...... That's all in your pocket!"

"Can't let the well-wishers chill!" Rong Zhihao stepped forward, blocked the young man's hand, took out 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the doctor: "You can go." ”

"Uncle, will you send me home? I'll ask my dad to pay you back!" the little girl jumped up to Rong Zhihao's side and took his hand.

"Hehe--little girl, money is for spending!" Rong Zhihao liked this cute little girl very much, so he touched the little girl's head like touching his own son: "Why don't you go to kindergarten!"

"It's not fun at all!"

The cuteness of the child lies in the fact that he is skipping school by himself, and he is so reasonable!

"Young man, I'm sorry for making you wronged, you said you haven't found a job yet?" I'll give you an address, just say I let you go......" After speaking, the old man said an address!

"Uncle, my name is Zong Yiwen......"

Hearing the little girl's scream, the old man seemed to come back to his senses, and shouted to Rong Zhihao, who had already left: "Young man, I haven't paid you back yet...... Don't you go......"

The reason why Rong Zhihao left was not because he didn't think of doing good deeds without leaving a name, he was just afraid of trouble.

What's more, he was enjoying the wonderful feeling of being at the door of the vegetable market just now, and even his soul was a little fluttering: this ...... Is it merit or faith? Well, that's merit!