Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Lu Ren had already prepared food for tomorrow's stall and lay on the bed, ready to go to sleep.

As an old man enters his twilight years, his energy is no longer as abundant as it was in his youth. He needs to go to bed early to sustain his energy for the day ahead. Unfortunately, as he ages, he even becomes particularly stingy with sleep.

He suddenly remembered that when Anan was still alive, he could stay up all night and get up on time at noon the next day to cook a pot of hot porridge for her.

"Lu Ren." A voice came from the void, and the echo swirled in Lu Ren's ears.

"Who?"

He opened his eyes. The call was followed by a strange silence.

Lu Ren sat up and looked around the room in the moonlight.

There is no one, is it an illusion?

He couldn't help knocking his head and sighed: People are useless when they get old.

"This will probably be your last time participating in the food competition."

The voice sounded again.

"Who, who are you!"

Lu Ren suddenly threw back the quilt, his body shaking.

"It does not matter."

The voice said, "If you don't get first place this time, you won't be able to see your granddaughter again, right?"

Lu Ren's face flushed: "No, no!"

"Anan will come back to see me. She said she will never forget me, her grandfather!"

The voice chuckled twice, as if mocking, "Oh, a grandfather without any blood relationship? How do you think your good Nan will return to your hut after living the life of a proud daughter of the Buddhist sect?"

These words touched upon Lu Ren's most hidden thoughts.

He and Anan depend on each other, but Anan is not. She can only go further if she leaves him behind.

The sound continued, coming faintly, and was particularly harsh in the silent night.

He said, "If she missed you, why hasn't she sent you a single letter?"

Lu Ren grabbed the pillow and threw it into the air: "Impossible, this is all nonsense!"

"No, this is the voice in your heart. I'm just helping you express it..."

"You're calling me nonsense? Well, how come you're not being hypocritical?"

"For the sake of your so-called fulfillment and future, you sent your only hope away. She was chosen by the Buddhist sect, but not only did she not express gratitude for your upbringing, nor did she bring you any substantial benefits, she didn't even receive a single letter from you."

The voice finally stopped, giving Lu Ren time to think.

After an incense stick of time, a soft voice sounded, carrying endless temptation: "Don't you want to win first place in this competition, meet your unfilial granddaughter, and question her properly?"

Lu Ren sat on the edge of the bed, his body hunched over, his head drooping and resting on his thighs.

The stubble of his beard pierced through his thin pants and pierced his thighs. His legs trembled without warning. This was the aftereffect of standing all day.

It was indeed the last championship he participated in.

He spoke, his eyes a little cloudy, as if hidden in the darkness: "I think."

The voice continued to tempt: "Just thinking about it is not enough."

"what do you want?"

"Tell me, as long as you tell me, I will help you realize it..."

Lu Ren raised his head, and the whites of his eyes turned pure black, like an abyss under the moonlight, and there was even black mist swirling when he looked closely.

“I want to be number one!”

"I'm going to see my Nan."

"I want to question why she abandoned her elderly relatives and went to the Wanshang Buddhist Sect alone."

"I...why does she deserve such special treatment from the Buddhist sect at such a young age?"

"How come her cooking skills are better than mine!"

"If it weren't for me, if it weren't for me, how could she be where she is today!"

……

He spewed questions, both reasonable and unreasonable. Lu Ren spoke faster and faster, becoming increasingly excited, until he suddenly stood up. His face flushed, his appearance bordering on madness.

"Help me, you will help me, you said you would help me!"

The passive seized the opportunity, the kind-hearted looked ferocious. That voice was accustomed to it.

Emotions have two sides to the same coin; that's how it is with all people.

"Yes, I will help you."

The voice was not offended. What a wonderful desire, what a sincere energy!

"Trust me, you will get what you want."

The black mist dissipated from the cabin. Even after the ink droplets were diluted, the water wasn't as clear as before.

……

Shen Jin and Fang Cun circled Baiwei City. The five major cities under the Buddhist sect were bathed in the Buddha's light all day long, making them a rare and peaceful place.

Everything that rises must decline. Beneath perfection lies an undercurrent of destruction, which will be triggered as soon as the opportunity arises, leading to disaster.

The city dwellers were completely oblivious and continued to rejoice. Their biggest dilemma today was how many points to give to the contestants.

Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from the Lingtai.

The crowd suddenly became agitated and rushed towards the spiritual platform. It was like a treasure from heaven and earth was revealed, and the heroes were scrambling to grab it.

When Shen Jin stopped someone to ask, he was interrupted by him with an impatient wave of his hand, and ran towards the Lingtai without looking back, as if he was being chased by a group of ghosts.

The same situation occurred on Fangcun's side.

The two exchanged glances, both frowning. This group of people wasn't in a good mood. If they went to watch a commotion, they'd probably be beating drums and gongs.

This group of people, moving so closely and in such a hurry, seemed more like they were going to steal something.

He was afraid that if he arrived too late he would miss the turn, and he was also afraid that more people would know and compete with him for the spot.

"I want to see what kind of opportunities lie ahead."

It actually surpassed her abilities.

Fang Cun had the same idea. He and Shen Jin had different priorities. This large-scale gathering, if nothing else, would cause harm even from trampling.

The city's guards arrived late again. The commotion had already lasted an incense stick's worth of time, but no squad had appeared to control the flow of people. Even if a spiritual platform could be installed, it wouldn't be this way.

The two of them were naturally not ordinary people. They rode the wind and in a short while, they appeared above the spiritual platform.

The spatial formation formed a slightly transparent hemisphere, and the condition inside could not be seen clearly.

But you can see people gathering, scrambling like ants, pouring into the sphere and falling into the trap.

As they got closer, they could finally distinguish the roars amid the clamor.

"Get out of the way, I'm in line first!"

"Don't come over here, believe it or not, I will chop you down?"

"Give me one!"

"Become a Buddha, hahahaha, I can finally practice Buddhism!"

"vomit."

"You bastard! You're even grabbing something that fell on the ground! You're worse than a dog! I saw it first! Give it back to me!"

"Spit out what's in your mouth."

The painting style is extremely crazy and chaotic.

Shen Jin was fine, but Fang Cun had obviously never seen such a scene before, and his brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.

At all costs, this farce must be stopped as soon as possible.

He dodged and landed on the Lingtai. Following the flow of people, he saw the small stall in the middle, which was wrapped in layers.

Yes, it was a small stall.

The number on the top of the stall was a glittering golden number one. The other stalls had been swept away when the crowds arrived.

He saw Lu Ren at the stall, holding the spoon in both hands. He scooped up the food from the pot and threw it out. The people surrounded jumped up and stuffed it into their mouths.

With an extremely crazy smile on his face, he said, "First, hahahaha, I'm first!"