Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Forehead..."

The events happened so fast, almost in an instant, that Morty was somewhat bewildered.

How could it be so sudden...?

"Where did these savages from the Western Regions come from! And a demon too! They're obviously no good! I, Li Daye, will deal with these filth!"

Looking at the other party, a burly man with a large knife on his shoulder, a full beard, and a height of 1.85 meters, he was actually speaking in a refined and scholarly manner.

Instead of yelling "All-powerful motherfucker" and rushing in with a knife to slash people.

Morty already understood what kind of dream he had entered.

However, what puzzled him was...

While he was still in a daze, Tzeentch was already patching up the hole, wasn't he?

How did the scene suddenly change like this?

Especially with Grandpa watching over them, it's impossible for Tzeentch to slack off or do anything underhanded. So how did all this happen?

Looking at the man walking straight towards him, with a group of burly men behind him acting as a backdrop, all showing admiration for the hero, Morty guessed that this Li Daye must be the owner of the dream.

This is based on the ironclad rule that no one can defeat another person in their dream through direct confrontation.

Morty doesn't intend to confront him head-on.

"Grandpa, please think of a way to let us go back!"

Grandpa, who had already started working, was staring intently at the small machine in his left hand, while the multi-tool in his right hand was carefully modifying some of the machine's functions.

Without even looking up, he said indifferently, "While I'm busy, could you at least keep that Asian guy occupied for a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Morty glanced at the aggressive-looking guy who was taking extremely slow steps.

Xiao Qi! It's you I choose! I, Golden Crispy...the number one henchman of the Yellow Stripe Cult! Go and take care of this guy!

After shouting several times, the guy, who had absolutely no sense of self-awareness, not only didn't show his face, but didn't even utter a sound.

Morty glanced around with his left hand and saw Tzeentch, who was pretending to be stupid, squatting on the ground playing with pebbles.

He immediately rushed over and kicked him in the butt, then took off his shoe and started hitting him on the head repeatedly.

After Tzeentch howled in pain, the guy reluctantly walked towards the bearded man.

"Young human, look at you, dressed so plainly even in a dream... You must not have much to offer, right? Ever heard of Ponzi schemes?"

Chapter 145 The more retro, the better?

"Is spirit stones the currency of your world?"

"Something that can enhance spiritual energy and also function as currency—'real' money, rather than a medium created for transactions—you people are really strange..."

"But let me tell you something!"

"Go tell them that if they invest fifty spirit stones with you, you'll give them five spirit stones each month at a 10% interest rate..."

"Hey! How could you lose money! Are you stupid? You have fifty spirit stones, you can only pay them back about twenty at most. Once you attract N people with your spirit stone investment, you'll have tens of millions of yuan in your hands, and then you'll just run off with the money!"

Standing next to his grandfather, watching him solve technical problems, Morty also made sure to listen to what Tzeentch was saying.

Hearing this guy actually recommending a Ponzi scheme to a simple-minded cultivator...

Morty could only offer a few seconds of silence for this guy.

Because playing this in the world of cultivation...

It's easy to have your soul extracted and then tortured repeatedly, a million times over...

However, he had no intention of stopping Tzeentch.

After all, he had asked Li Daye, the cultivator, to keep him calm, and Li Daye had indeed managed to do so using unconventional methods.

What more can be said?

How can a sect leader dampen the enthusiasm of his henchmen?

Of course...

"This shocks you? You're so ignorant!"

"What about the upgraded version? Wouldn't that make your eyes pop out of your head?"

"Interested? But this comes at a price. If you can find me a body, then I'll tell you."

"Hmm! Anything you want? Okay! Have you ever heard of shell companies or empty promises?"

"First, promise everyone a bright future, then set up a spirit stone investment company. After raising funds, pretend to acquire some spirit stone mines, and then distribute dividends to opinion leaders among the crowd. This way, you don't need to give cashback to everyone; you only need to spend some money to keep those individuals in check..."

Okay! I can't listen to this anymore!

Can't you talk about something serious for once?

Unable to bear it any longer, Morty stepped forward and grabbed Tzeentch, this scoundrel who was disrupting the atmosphere of the cultivation universe, and pulled him back.

Damn it! I told you to keep them calm! I didn't tell you to do something like this, that you'd be born without an anus!

It's another Ponzi scheme, another empty promise, another shell company!

Where did you learn all these crooked and unorthodox methods...? It seems like they're something you've picked up yourself...

Remembering that this guy was Morty from my subconscious, I wisely shut up and skipped the matter, then went to my grandfather's side and watched him work.

But why would Grandpa like being stared at for a long time?

For someone who is used to hiding everything about themselves.

Even if Morty is staring at him, he'll get annoyed after a while.

"Get lost! Don't stare at me, or I'll dump you here and you'll have to figure out how to get back yourself!"

Given his grandfather's temper, Morty could only shift his gaze away to protect the former's 'fragile heart' and instead observe those cultivators who, regardless of whether they were handsome or ugly, inevitably carried long swords, wore high ponytails, or had middle-part hairstyles.

Upon reflection, it seems that my journey began when I went on adventures with my grandfather.

I've never been to the world of cultivation.

It wasn't that Morty hadn't suggested or strongly requested it, but after hearing what kind of nonsense the cultivation universe was, Grandpa said that such things shouldn't be allowed to pollute his eyes!

What kind of godforsaken place is it where the older the things, the better?

Take cultivation techniques for example, if they're not old enough, you'd be embarrassed to show them off.

Damn it!

Are terms like "keeping up with the times" and "updating and replacing" forbidden words in your world?

That piece of junk is an antique!

Learning from the wisdom of the ancients, allowing you to stand on the shoulders of giants, is not about urinating downwards, but about climbing higher!

And the result? The more retro, the better!

The cultivation techniques must be retro! The mythical beasts must be retro! Even the people must be retro!

Despite having a civilization that cultivates immortality, everyone seems to have had their aesthetic sense emasculated, remaining unchanged for tens of thousands of years, all wearing white robes, or robes of any of the other six colors.

A civilization that develops from a single pig would take at least one or two hundred years to evolve, and its clothing would change accordingly.

And yet, you end up with this wretched world.

There has only ever been one long robe throughout history!

The great demon in the long robe, the girl in the long robe, the boy in the long robe, the butcher in the long robe...

Seriously...

"Morty! Please, stop making things worse! Don't you understand what I just told you?"

"You can't just think about things like that right now!!!"

"Wait... has your comprehension declined?"

"Jesus! Little Qi, come here right now! Keep an eye on Morty! If he gets lost in thought or something, slap him!"

Grandpa's somewhat distraught voice reached Morty's ears. When he came to his senses, he saw the long-robed demon, the girl, the boy, and the butcher appearing thirty meters to his right.

The space they inhabited seemed to have been forcibly squeezed into this world, as if Li Daye's world had been cut in half and then stuffed inside.

Specifically.

In Li Daye's dream, this place was originally the foot of a lush, green mountain, where birds sang and flowers bloomed. As far as the eye could see, there were either meadows or dense forests, and small birds would occasionally fly by in the sky.

And these four people.

A person stands amidst a mountain of corpses and bones.

A person stands on the shore.

A person stands on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

One person stood in front of the butcher's stall...

Morty was amazed to see five different scenes from the dream at a glance, but at the same time he felt that his comprehension seemed to have really declined a lot.

Once you enter a state of deep thought, what you think about will inevitably squeeze into this dream.

Does this imply that the hole wasn't patched up, but rather that something went wrong during the patching process?

I feel like a vacuum cleaner right now.

First, I absorbed Li Daye's dream, then I brought Grandpa and Jianqi here, and then I just thought of these four guys again.

They were then transported back into Li Daye's dream.

this...

Snapped!

"What the hell! Tzeentch! Do you have a death wish?"

Morty, who had been slapped on the head for no reason, glared angrily at the bullying Tzeentch and slapped him across the face in return.

Having easily evaded this chapter, Tzeentch shrugged and pointed at his grandfather, saying, "Sorry, Morty, it's Grandpa who wants me to keep an eye on you now, to prevent you from getting lost in thought."

So just bear with it!