Chapter 364 Understanding and Being Understood

It was clear that the Lazy Fellow was smiling happily, with a heartfelt sense of relief.

Zhou Ze, however, couldn't quite understand.

Because from the very beginning of his contact with An Buqi's group, up until the monkey's attempt to kill this "spendthrift,"

everything,

seemed to indicate that the old Taoist was indeed the kind of person who "sold his ancestral fields without a care."

Squandering the family's foundation, squandering the great land, squandering wealth and glory.

How did it seem, upon arriving here,

that things were somewhat different?

The old Taoist who often liked to put his hand near his crotch and frequently went to comfort fallen women,

didn't seem like someone who could be a "mastermind behind the scenes."

"In this world, clever people have clever ways of doing things, but the cleverer they are, the easier it is to fall into misconceptions, always feeling that they are the smartest in every aspect;

or rather,

always feeling that in this world, apart from themselves, everyone else is hopelessly stupid.

This kind of person,

isn't really that smart.

The truly clever person always thinks they are foolish, always thinks they are stupid. The smarter they are, the more they think they are foolish, and the more they think they are stupid."

Ying Gou remained noncommittal; he didn't have the habit of deliberately catering to or flattering others in conversation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been resented by the Yellow Emperor and exiled to hell in the first place.

As for his development and a series of changes in hell later, it could only be said that fate was playing tricks on him.

When that era had long passed, he, as a participant in that era, could still survive.

Fate and destiny, only a little sigh remained.

"It's just that I still feel a little sorry. As an elder, I think this kid is smart. Starting from me, to him, it's been many generations. I feel that this batch in the middle, each and every one of them is like a wooden blockhead, not knowing how to adapt at all.

But this one, I think he's good, really good."

"If he's good, why do you feel sorry?"

As the "youngest" one here, Boss Zhou was willing to start a conversation or pave the way to satisfy his curiosity.

The Lazy Fellow was obviously very satisfied with this aspect of Boss Zhou.

When facing Ying Gou,

he didn't have any psychological advantage at all.

In every aspect, he was the one being completely crushed in front of Ying Gou.

But he happened to be someone who had once stood at the highest position in the turbulent times.

Asking him to be polite and maintain basic respect for Ying Gou was fine, but really bowing his head and playing small was difficult.

Fortunately,

there was a Zhou-brand lubricant here.

"What's a pity is that I set up so much, spent so much effort, and put in so much effort back then to dig out those old things one by one, cripple them, and seal them there.

It's like catching fish and pickling them there, just to prepare them for future generations.

Just for,

waiting for this day.

But,

he's good,

he just ran away when he saw that the situation was not right."

What was a pity was that all his previous arrangements had been in vain, and in the end, he simply let the Purple-Gold Divine Monkey lead those remnants out to play a city siege game.

What was gratifying was that most fathers and elders probably hoped that their children could survive, even if they were truly glorious, saying "I'm proud of you," but the bitterness and sadness within could only be experienced by themselves.

"There is one thing that I am really curious about. You paid such a great price to stop everything back then. Why are you so indifferent and calm this time?"

The Lazy Fellow looked at Ying Gou. This was the second time he had asked this question.

Back then, you didn't hesitate to fall to sever those ten fingers, forcibly delaying this change for so long before it happened again.

Logically speaking, people have a gambler's mentality, that is, they will become more and more persistent about what they have already invested in.

For example, feelings, stocks, casinos, pyramid schemes…

"Do you know what is right and what is wrong?"

This was Ying Gou's rhetorical question.

Hearing this,

the Lazy Fellow was silent,

then nodded,

and sighed,

saying:

"That's right."

This change will cause the Yin and Yang to begin to blur, and the changes in the underworld will slowly be reflected in the Yang world.

But what if this is the general trend?

What if this is a normal change?

The correctness of things only depends on where you are sitting.

Once there is no absolute right or wrong, then any entanglement and choice actually seems like a joke.

Just like the issue of people's rations and the policy of returning farmland to forest, right and wrong depend on which side you stand on.

Ying Gou did stop it back then, but at that time he was the Lord of Hell, and someone wanted to overturn his throne, so he naturally had to stand up and fight back.

Now,

all of that has passed,

and there is no longer that kind of obsession and reason.

The Lazy Fellow patted his leg,

stood up,

and sighed again:

"It's a pity, I was born too early."

Being born early also means dying early.

If he hadn't died yet,

and was still alive in this era,

then he was confident that he could accomplish what Ying Gou had done back then.

What Earth Store Bodhisattva, what Ten Attendants,

Ying Gou could deal with them back then, and so could he.

He had this confidence,

of course,

his glorious resume back then proved that he was indeed qualified to say such things.

The Lazy Fellow's gaze fell on Zhou Ze again.

Boss Zhou felt a little uncomfortable being stared at,

pointed at himself,

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about how such an ordinary person could have such a good life."

"…………" Zhou Ze.

Ying Gou lowered his eyes slightly and said:

"Time is running out."

"I know, I know." The Lazy Fellow stretched, "It's just that I haven't had the chance to talk to people for too long, and it's with you, so I can't help but feel a little excited.

To say something shameless, I used to regard you as my goal, but unfortunately, in my era, there was no one who could fight.

Tell me,

if you hadn't fallen back then,

how great would it have been,

maybe we would have had a chance to compete, and I could have had more motivation to live a little longer."

Ying Gou opened his eyes slightly,

and glanced at the Lazy Fellow.

The meaning of contempt was obvious.

If I hadn't fallen, you wouldn't have existed later.

The Lazy Fellow didn't feel that he was being looked down upon,

Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong, it was difficult to really compare.

What's more,

he had already died completely,

while Ying Gou, his body, still had a big crack at the bottom of the cup.

The Lazy Fellow waved his hand,

and the white above began to recede,

replaced by,

a black sky.

"It's about to begin." The Lazy Fellow sighed.

Zhou Ze raised his head,

and found that on the dark sky of hell, lines began to appear, like the bulging veins of a person in anger.

Those blue-black lines were initially only a small area, but then they began to spread rapidly, like cancer, spreading crazily. Soon, most of the sky of hell had been covered with these ugly, scalp-numbing lines.

It was like a huge sarcoma hanging above, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

"Tell me, what's the point of this?"

The Lazy Fellow suddenly asked.

"Why do people eat?"

Ying Gou asked back.

"Because they want to live."

"Then why do they want to live?"

The Lazy Fellow didn't answer anymore,

he understood,

then he smiled,

nodded,

"That's the logic."

Above, those thick veins were still extending down, and it was estimated that it wouldn't be long before they completely covered the entire sky of hell.

And at this time in hell,

there were nine auras rising wildly!

Everyone knew,

who these nine auras belonged to.

The Lazy Fellow spread out his ten fingers,

and slowly folded one thumb back, leaving only nine.

For a long time,

Ying Gou didn't seem to want to wait anymore,

stood up and walked to the edge of the well.

In fact, after learning that his first-generation body was collected and kept by the Fu Jun lineage last time, Ying Gou knew that he would come here once.

This time,

he didn't need to walk across the Naihe Bridge,

nor did he need to walk the Yellow Spring Road,

when he went back,

he would just walk through this well.

"After hell is completely sealed off, this well will also be useless."

The Lazy Fellow turned his head, walked to the well, and reached out to touch the moss on the wellhead:

"Is there no hope?"

Ying Gou didn't answer, but looked at Zhou Ze, signaling him to come over.

When Zhou Ze passed by the Lazy Fellow,

the Lazy Fellow suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's shoulder,

and said earnestly:

"Take another look at this sky, isn't it ugly, very ugly, and you want to tear it apart?"

Ying Gou didn't stop the Lazy Fellow, but silently stood at the edge of the well with his back to the two.

Boss Zhou looked up at the sky again.

Just at this moment,

a red cloud slowly appeared from the sky,

and the sky full of veins was thus added with a touch of color.

This was like a stroke of God,

like the finishing touch on a ink painting,

the original ugliness and hideousness were neutralized a lot,

and it became more layered and artistic.

That was the blood moon,

sealed by Ying Gou, the blood moon that had shed its moon shell,

transformed into a bright cloud, and returned to the sky, overlooking hell for tens of thousands of years.

Boss Zhou shrugged,

and said:

"Actually, it feels pretty good."

The Lazy Fellow scratched his head,

he was really speechless when facing people with this kind of salted fish mentality.

Immediately,

the Lazy Fellow looked at Ying Gou again,

and said directly:

"Lend him to me for a while?"

Ying Gou remained silent.

"Lend who to you?"

"Lend you." The Lazy Fellow looked at Zhou Ze with his hands clasped together, looking pitiful, and said aggrievedly: "Soon, this well will be gone, and I will be gone too.

Before people die, they always want to do something, at least, shout a few times, right?"

Just like the Purple-Gold Divine Monkey before.

"I refuse."

"Thank you, you are a good person."

The Lazy Fellow said, reaching out and putting his arm around Zhou Ze's shoulder, pointing at Zhou Ze like good brothers:

"He agreed."

Ying Gou, still silent.

But Ying Gou reached out and took the old ginseng with only a tiny bit of the tail end and a few long whiskers from his shoulder and threw it to the Lazy Fellow.

The Lazy Fellow reached out and caught it,

laughed loudly,

as if he had mustered up the courage,

and laughed loudly at Ying Gou:

"You should be glad you fell early, otherwise, you would have become my formation eye too!"