Chapter 1098 Like a Steamed Bun, Sort Of

What is it like to dine with a big shot?

One can't help but think of Warren Buffett's charity auctions, where the winner has to frantically generate hype just to earn back that considerable expense.

Boss Zhou kept telling himself:

He was facing Lao Dao,

That lecherous old man who liked to touch his crotch and comfort the big sister.

But psychological suggestion isn't always effective.

The person before him was worlds apart from Lao Dao, especially the aura of nobility he exuded, which made it difficult for anyone sitting across from him to remain calm.

"But this matter, it still depends on luck. Living with a sword hanging over your head, this life, it's really boring."

Mo Dai sighed,

And took out a plate of steamed buns and other side dishes from under the table.

This wasn't quite like the way roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) is eaten, nor was it like Peking duck; it was more like a combination of the two.

"Want one?"

Mo Dai took out a bun and handed it to Zhou Ze.

"Logically speaking, the predecessors plant the trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade.

We, well, we can't help it; we don't expect our predecessors to plant trees, nor do we have the fate to be sheltered by them.

But we can't stand the predecessors digging pits; and these pits are dug really big, dug really carefully.

If we can't jump over them, then everything is wasted, and we fall into the pit.

But jumping over isn't that simple, either, tsk tsk.

It's just our bad luck that we were born too late, and they were born too early; these pits were dug early, and there's really nothing we can do about them."

Mo Dai spoke a lot, as if he were chatting and complaining to an old friend.

"In my opinion, people of this generation should think about the affairs of this generation, and act like the demons of this generation. You guys who turned into ashes long ago, why should you set rules for future generations to live by?

Do you really think you're sages, illuminating everything for miles and understanding everything for thousands of years?

Heh,

I'm guessing,

You were just itching to do something.

Being invincible in your own time wasn't enough; you also wanted to draw a line and compete with later generations, afraid that we wouldn't know how awesome you were."

Mo Dai put meat in the bun,

And took a big bite without any regard for appearances,

Some of his hair got caught in his mouth,

He pulled it away with his hand,

And chewed loudly while venting his dissatisfaction.

Perhaps his appearance and temperament were just too good, so his eating posture didn't seem ugly at all, but rather dashing.

In the end,

This really is a world that judges by appearances,

Even if you are the City God,

Good looks are still an indispensable and important part.

Picking up his wine bowl,

Mo Dai took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and continued,

"But the die is cast, and there's nothing we can do about it; we can only cross the sea like the Eight Immortals and jump over this pit first.

Actually, in the early years, I really couldn't think of any solutions.

So,

Being the City God was really boring.

I'm such an outstanding person,

Why should I only live for two thousand years?

I could live for three thousand years, four thousand years, five thousand years, and turn this era into another ancient era!

So, back then, it was really boring; whenever I thought about suddenly dropping dead in the future, I lost interest in doing anything.

So I simply indulged in pleasure, enjoying the scenery.

Who knew…………"

Mo Dai took another big bite of the roujiamo, and continued speaking while chewing. Some food particles flew out, and Mo Dai immediately covered his mouth, nodded apologetically,

And then focused on swallowing the food in his mouth,

And took another big gulp of wine,

Before continuing,

"Who knew I'd later meet that bodhisattva? Hehe, I laughed right then.

You know, those baldies…………

Oh no, Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me;

People are helping us block the blade, so we have to call them venerable monks.

Those Buddhas, they originally weren't supposed to take this hit; they're too tender, too young; it's not their turn to take the hit yet.

I, on the other hand, was quite unlucky.

The good days didn't last long.

My predecessors, those fathers and grandfathers and ancestors, had enjoyed everything, were loved by everyone, lived a carefree life, and were comfortable,

And now,

It was my turn, the youngest, to foot the bill.

That's not right, is it?

I'm such an outstanding person,

I really hate it,

Hate why I was born into this damn City God family.

Even if I didn't become the City God,

Didn't become the heir,

With my talent,

As long as you give me time,

That Mount Tai,

Eventually, I would be the one sitting there.

And then, if I wanted to keep calling it Mount Tai, it would be Mount Tai; if I wanted to call it Mount Hua, it would be Mount Hua; Mount Emei, Mount Wudang, Beibei Mountain, anything would be fine!

Why would I have to be so frustrated,

Forced to have so many years of lifespan added to me right from the start?

I really thank my ancestors for eight generations!"

Mo Dai slammed his wine bowl on the table,

And pointed to the rim of the bowl,

As if a general were directing a battle,

And said,

"Pour the wine!"

The little Moving Mountain Ape immediately picked up the wine jar again and carefully poured the wine.

Mo Dai reached out and touched the little monkey's head,

The little monkey smiled shyly,

Its little eyes full of stars.

Zhou Ze imagined the little monkey as the "butler," and found it amusing.

"But there's nothing I can do; who told me I was unlucky enough to be born as the City God?

Alas,

Fortunately,

That bodhisattva was really a blessing in disguise, a timely rain.

If he doesn't go to hell, who will?

He's clever, clever as can be, but there's nothing he can do. Sometimes, clever people can't get things done; take you and me, for example, we're people who have been watched by a sword all along. Can our sense of urgency be the same?

He's still foolishly dreaming of becoming an immortal,

While we, we almost hate these immortals to death."

Mo Dai picked up his wine bowl,

And took a big gulp,

Seemingly because he had been lonely for too long,

He had finally found someone he could confide in, so he was happily talking to himself:

"This matter, it has to be done this way;

Whether we can get through this hurdle, we have to rely on luck; man proposes, Heaven disposes.

If he comes, we'll hide;

If he can look, we can hide; we'll see whose luck is better.

Seeking alms, seeking alms,

If he and I really have fate but no destiny,

It'll be useless no matter how long he seeks.

I'm just a little embarrassed, almost dragging you into this as well. Brother, can I call you brother? Although according to seniority, I should call you 'Grandpa.'

But I guess you don't like being called 'Grandpa,' either.

Brother, I also grew up listening to your stories. Nowadays, to put it in a sentence, I'm also your fan, a fangirl, yes, a fangirl.

But you were really inconsiderate back then, brother.

If you hadn't stopped it,

Since the sky of hell was going to change anyway, it should have changed sooner.

If it had changed,

Why would we be suffering so much now?

It's going to be a hit sooner or later; it would have been better to take it sooner and be done with it.

You wouldn't have fallen, either;

Hey,

Maybe my old ancestor could have come out and challenged you one-on-one.

Oh, that's right,

If Grandpa had been slapped to death by you,

It seems like there wouldn't be me, either?"

Mo Dai narrowed his eyes and shook his head,

"This is too complicated; I can't figure it out."

"Hehe, to be honest, it's not the bodhisattva that I'm most worried about. Although we've always thought of ourselves as clever people, there are actually quite a few who aren't too stupid.

If we really had to take hits one by one,

That Xuanyuan Sword, before it chops us, it would have to draw blood at least seven or eight times, right?

We're already in this state; it wouldn't be our turn to be in the first row on the execution ground, would it?

Those bastards, they're not all like that Wangcai; the step they can take, that step, even if it's placed in front of us, we wouldn't bother to take it.

If you're not even yourself anymore, then is that still living?

But those people, they're not stupid, but they're not particularly smart, either; it's hard to say if they'll be driven to desperate measures in the end.

So, we still have to be careful.

Living a simple life is fine, but it's always stable.

We can come and go as we please, rest and relax, and having some meat and a bun is enough;

To be able to wait steadily for that day,

When the blade comes down,

We'll watch carefully,

To see if we can dodge this blow!"

"Brother, eat some, take a bite, don't worry; I washed my hands before cooking. Besides, in this illusory and real world, there's no concept of clean or unclean."

Mo Dai pointed to the meat and buns placed in front of Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

This meat,

Was really fragrant;

And,

This was something that the City God had personally cooked.

Even if this was a dream, at least the taste couldn't be fake, right?

Zhou Ze picked up his chopsticks,

And was about to start eating,

When suddenly,

That force within his body, which had been silent all along, began to revive,

Catching him off guard,

And directly taking control of his body.

"What the f*ck!"

This sudden change caught Zhou Ze by surprise.

So, when someone was talking nonsense, you were too lazy to listen, hiding and making me suffer through their rambling.

But when it's time to eat,

You come out to snatch the body?

"Iron-head, don't be so unreasonable!"

Zhou Ze shouted in his heart.

If it were ordinary dishes, he would have let it go.

But who knows when he'd be able to have a similar dream again,

And what if the other person changed to playing the qin or flute instead of cooking?

However,

Ying Gou directly ignored Zhou Ze's resistance,

And after taking control of the body,

First picked up the wine bowl,

And took a sip.

"Good…………wine…………"

Mo Dai laughed "Haha" and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a fresh scar inside, with some remaining bloodstains on it.

"I know you have a discerning palate, brother."

"Good…………meat…………"

Mo Dai tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing another bloody scar on the left side of his chest.

Ying Gou's hand was placed on the bun.

"Good…………bun…………"

Mo Dai smiled without saying a word.

Below the pavilion,

The mountain peaks were towering,

And at the waist of Mount Tai,

There were a few missing pieces,

Like a steamed bun, sort of.