A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 35 Appearing as a saint in front of others! (superior)
  The next two days.

After Lu Yuan had practiced boxing in the morning and had dinner, he found an excuse to leave the Expo Theater in the afternoon and began to wander around Dongcheng, looking for targets who could divert his attention.

Speaking of which, he had been either practicing martial arts or cultivating for more than half a year since he came to Fengyang Mansion. He had never really taken a good stroll in the city.

I saw that the market was bustling with people, various vendors and vegetable vendors were selling their goods, and it was full of fireworks.

In addition, unkempt, skinny and disabled beggars can be seen everywhere in the streets begging in groups.

Pedestrians who passed by were harassed by beggars. The good-tempered ones just waved their hands to avoid them, while the bad-tempered ones shook their fists at them, sending the group of beggars scattering.

As Lu Yuan was walking on the street, several beggars who were skinny and skinny, most of whom had broken hands or were lame, appeared out of nowhere, blocked his way, and begged:

"Master, please do us a favor and reward us with two coins. We are really hungry!"

"Master, please don't leave, please show kindness!"

Lu Yuan glanced at these little beggars with no human form, and immediately thought of the miserable situation in which he almost starved to death when he just crossed over, and felt pity in his heart.

He touched his pocket and found a handful full of silver coins, not a single copper dollar.

There happened to be a steamed bun shop just a few steps away. He gestured:
  "I don't have any copper coins. There is a steamed bun shop. I'll buy you some food."

After saying that, he walked towards the steamed bun shop. The few beggars hesitated strangely when they saw this, and then followed him timidly.

At this moment, Lu Yuan had arrived in front of the steamed bun shop and said to the busy boss:
  "Bring me four cages of steamed buns, how much do they cost?"

The boss was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. Those who sold steamed buns were doing a small business. Two cages at a time was already considered a big business. He suddenly beamed:

"Sir, four cages only cost one silver dollar!"

Lu Yuan threw a silver dollar and then greeted the few beggars behind him:
  "Come here and get it yourself."

Several little beggars who had been hungry for a long time suddenly gathered around. The panicked boss quickly poured the buns on the table one by one, for fear that the basket would be soiled.

"Thank you sir, you are a good man!"

"I wish you a successful career and a long life!"

There were ten large steamed buns in a basket, and seven or eight little beggars each grabbed three or four, stuffed them into their mouths and into their arms, and at the same time thanked Lu Yuan profusely.

With such gratitude, Lu Yuan suddenly felt through the heavenly book in his mind that there seemed to be extremely subtle fluctuations in luck that were equivalent to nothing, falling on him.

The waves passed in a flash, and although the power of luck did not increase for a moment, it also shows that accumulating virtue, doing good deeds, providing disaster relief, etc. are also ways to accumulate luck.

The beggars took the steamed buns and ran away one after another. The owner of the shop also sighed to Lu Yuan:
  "Master, you are really kind-hearted. Fortunately, you bought them steamed buns directly. If you gave them money directly, these beggars wouldn't get a hair from them."

Of course Lu Yuan was not an ignorant fool, so he raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Are they being raised by someone to make money?"

"exactly."

The shop owner whispered:
  "I'm telling you because you're kind-hearted. Many of the beggars around here are raised by the Qinglong Gang. However, they are generally young and smart and can be trained as pickpockets. The stupid ones simply break their hands and feet and go out on the street. I can ask for more money." Hearing the word Qinglong Gang, Lu Yuan frowned: "Who in the Qinglong Gang is doing this kind of business?"

The owner of the steamed bun shop wondered: "Don't you rarely come to this area? Of course Zhao Hailong is the protector of the West Hall of the Qinglong Gang. He covers several streets around here. He is the overlord of this area."

Lu Yuan said slowly: "According to the law, harvesting and harvesting is punishable by exile or even Lingchi. This Zhao Hailong is just a green-skinned gangster, so no one will care about him?"

Although he joined the Qinglong Gang, he didn't know anyone except the people in the theater.

He also knew that the Qinglong Gang, which wandered in the gray area, was by no means a benevolent organization. There were ruffians with evil intentions and evil intentions in it, and he never thought that he would encounter one like this.

The steamed bun shop owner shook his head:

"This gentleman is joking. You don't have to look at what the times are like now and how corrupt the government officials are. Who will care about such a mess? Then Zhao Hailong has already cooked the police officers in charge of these streets. Tou, let alone raising a group of beggars, it is just rape, robbery, and murder. As long as the other party is not a prominent figure, there will be someone to cover it for him."

This is a very good goal.
  Lu Yuan's eyes moved slightly and asked:
  "Do you know where Zhao Hailong often appears?"

The owner of the steamed bun shop was startled: "Master, what do you want to do?"

Lu Yuan didn't waste any time. He took out a silver dollar and threw it in his hand: "If you know it, tell me immediately and treat it as a reward!"

The owner of the steamed bun shop was very moved, he hesitated and then said:
  "On weekdays, this man is either sitting in a gambling house or drinking in a brothel, but today he should be tried at the Dongcheng Yamen."

"Dongcheng Yamen?"

Lu Yuanqi said:

"Why, what crime did Zhao Hailong commit?"

The steamed bun shop owner sighed:

"You don't know anything. A few days ago, Zhao Hailong and his men were having a drink. During the dinner, they saw a beautiful blind piano girl who was playing the piano and performing arts. He took advantage of the wine to coax her in and humiliate her on the spot. What he did was called It's worse than a beast, it's outrageous.

The blind piano girl jumped off the building on the spot after waking up, but luckily she did not fall to her death. When her father heard the news and took her back, he was devastated. He immediately wrote a blood report in his own blood, and then reported it to the Yamen. And today is the day when the Dongcheng Tongben District Court opens court to hear the case. "

After hearing such evil deeds, Lu Yuan's tone became cold:

"According to what you said before, Zhao Hailong is one of the tyrants in this area, and he has cooked the government servants for a long time. How can the father of the blind piano girl win the lawsuit?"

"Exactly!"

The owner of the steamed bun shop sighed heavily:
  "The old piano girl's father is just a poor piano player, and the whole family lives in a mud house. Tian Ming, the general judge of Dongcheng, has always been incompetent and greedy. Over the years, countless powerful gentry have befriended and worshiped him, thus escaping the responsibility for their crimes, even in cases of human life. Can be covered up.

A bully like Zhao Hailong can be bribed by just giving him a gift. Even if Qin Nu's father writes a blood letter and drums to complain, what's the use? Nine times out of ten, going to court to try a case is just a formality. Oh, pity this family, God is really blind."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan already had some thoughts in his mind. He threw down a silver dollar without saying a word, then turned and left.

When he came to the street, he summoned a rickshaw puller. He sat on it and said indifferently:

"Go to Dongcheng Yamen!"

(End of this chapter)