Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 285 Meeting Again
The hotel's dishes were soon served. When Nezha saw them, he didn't bother to be polite with Shi Fei and immediately started eating like a glutton, as if he hadn't had such a hearty meal in a long time.

Shi Fei only tasted a little bit and spent most of the time quietly watching Nezha eat with relish.

During the meal, the owner of the hotel also came. Shi Fei stood up and went out to discuss with him and exchanged the mutton-fat jade for cash. The hotel owner happily gave Shi Fei a 20% discount, and then took the jade to show off to his friends.

When Shi Fei returned to the private room, Nezha was already sitting upright in his chair, stuffing fruit into his mouth. Even though he had an amazing appetite, he only ate a small portion of the dozens of dishes on the table.

"Have you finished eating?" Shi Fei said.

"Hmm!" Nezha patted his round belly and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Do you know that overeating can also make people sick?" Shi Fei said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Huh?" Nezha was stunned. He really didn't know.

"Let's go!" Shi Fei patted his shoulder and called the waiter to pack up the remaining dishes.

"Heat it up tomorrow and it will be enough for you to eat for a day!" Shi Fei stuffed the packed food to Nezha.

Nezha was holding a bunch of plastic bags in his hands, and said with sparkling eyes: "Then I won't have to set up a stall tomorrow, right?"

"...You have the style of the Sanhe God!" Shi Fei said helplessly.

"Burp~What is the Sanhe God?" Nezha asked with a burp.

Shi Fei explained to him the story of the Sanhe God. Those who were cheated by black intermediaries and black factories would hang out in Internet cafes every day, do odd jobs for a day and rest for two days. After the money was spent, they would do odd jobs again, and the cycle would repeat.

After hearing this, Nezha frowned and said, "They are just temporarily beaten down by life and no one is helping them. If I meet those black agents and black factories, I will definitely beat their heads off! Let the Sanhe God vent his anger!"

"Ha~" Shi Fei laughed loudly, feeling that just based on this sentence, it was not in vain to treat Nezha to dinner.

"But I am different from them!" Nezha continued, with a somewhat carefree tone: "Some people in the world sometimes live for their parents, some live for their families, and some live for their responsibilities."

"I don't have any of that anymore. I live for myself!"

He has been in heaven for thousands of years. Although he looks like a child, he is not a fool. He can understand human relationships, love, hate, and vengeance.

He felt that people in the world were not living soberly enough, so they were so tired. He could have chosen a bird in the sky, but he chose to tie himself up with a rope.

As long as he had food to eat and a place to sleep, he could do what he wanted.

"Excellent!" Shi Fei exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be so clear-headed."

Nezha burped again and said, "What else? I've been fighting for fame and fortune, and even lost my hair, right?"

He now makes a living by setting up a stall. The more he sells, the more he eats. The less he sells, the less he eats. If he gets into a fight and ends up in jail, he still has a stable job.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Shi Fei also thought of this and said, "When you have a stable job one day, I will send you a box lunch."

He knew that Nezha always had legitimate reasons for fighting, but he couldn't stand Nezha's heavy hands. If he accidentally killed someone because of a little friction, he would probably end up in jail.

From the perspective of ordinary people, it is unacceptable to beat someone to death just because he or she insults you.

"Can't you just hope for me to get better?" Nezha rolled his eyes at Shi Fei and said, "You and my second brother are both hoping that I'll go to jail! But I know how to control the severity of my actions!"

"That's good!" Shi Fei patted him on the shoulder and said with some relief: "Then I'll go. We'll meet again if we're lucky!"

Nezha asked in surprise: "Where have you been?"

"I don't know either, let's go for a walk!" Shi Fei said, looking into the distance: "I thought about it, if he is willing to see me, I should be able to find him soon.

"Is she a woman?" Nezha looked gossipy. "No, it is said that she is an old lady who is quite casual in old clothes." Shi Fei answered.

"Oh~ an old man." Nezha said indifferently: "Thank you for your treat!"

"Well! Thank you for the lotus root powder too!" Shi Fei waved to Nezha at the intersection and left.

Nezha went east, and he walked wherever he wanted. Just as he said, in the dream, as long as the Lord of the Dream wanted to see him, he didn't need to look for him deliberately.

After walking for several days, he saw the prosperous side of this world, with its hustle and bustle, bright lights and wine, which was surprisingly similar to the city in his dreams. Shi Fei felt very familiar with it.

No, the dream city is not that real. This dream world is very big.

In a few days, Shi Fei traveled through many cities and saw all kinds of things. Although there were many strange people who raised people's blood pressure, overall, this world was the best world Shi Fei had ever encountered.

Because people are more like people.

One day, he came to a southern city and saw a group of people running around with their cell phones in their hands.

"what happened?"

"There's a living Buddha ahead!"

"Living Buddha?"

"Is it the living Buddha who is very popular on the Internet?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. He looks exactly like the one in the temple!"

Shi Fei looked over curiously and saw a group of men and women holding cameras, mobile phones, tripods and the like, chasing after a man dressed in tattered clothes, with shoes clattering as he ran, and holding a broken palm-leaf fan... the crazy monk Ji.

Ji Dian was in a very bad state at this time. A bunch of people were chasing him from behind, shouting, "Living Buddha, don't run!" "Living Buddha, take a photo with us." "Living Buddha, please bless me!"

After running for a while, Ji Dian was old and had no magical powers. He couldn't help but gasp for breath after running a short distance and leaned against a tree on the sidewalk to rest.

He couldn't run.

Just then, he heard someone say in his ear: "I'm here to help you!"

Then he felt a strange force appearing around him, wrapping around him like the wind, allowing him to run easily without any effort.

He ran faster and faster, and farther and farther, and soon he had left behind the group of people who were following him and taking pictures.

The group of people were left gasping for breath, using their triangles to support themselves, saying, "The Living Buddha is worthy of being the Living Buddha, he can run so fast!"

"Yes...ah! Does this look like someone in his 50s or 60s?"

"I'm in my twenties and there's no living Buddha to run away from!"

"Huh... Which donor helped the monk?" Ji Dian came to a remote place, and the strange power on his body disappeared. He said to the people around him.

"It's me!" Shi Fei walked up from behind him.

"You..." Ji Dian saw Shi Fei and said in surprise: "You are not dead yet?"

That year, he saw Yang Jian, Nezha and the Ten Heavenly Lords beating up Shi Fei. Shi Fei then went to the Lingxiao Palace and was taken away by the saint's magic weapon.

(End of this chapter)