Chapter 347: Extraordinary Competition for Favour V

When Fairy Tramper entered, Rice Cake Chief was sitting in Mo Ran's half-built landscape garden, tapping his little legs and chasing butterflies.

At the sound of the voice, he turned his head, almost stumbled and fell to the ground because he had braked too fast.

Fairy Tramper stared at it for a moment and concluded: what a silly doorman with rice cakes.

Just turn your eyes away.

Then, with his sharp eyes, he took a thorough look at the dwelling, back and forth.

The Fairy Tramper is not yet complete, but it is only a little closer. The Fairy Tramper can be fully appreciated in all its elegance, with its fields of crystalline flowers, its little demons sitting among the stamens playing their flutes, its golden lotus ponds, its tree houses with their ancient vines, its shell summer couch in the courtyard.

Fairy Tramper's face became more and more grim the more she watched.

He understands Chu Wanning, who looks serious but has a curious mind, and is certainly fond of such quirky and unearthly dwellings.

The only thing that might have caused Chu Wanning to dislike it would have been

He turned his head, glaring at Rice Cake Chief.

The thin lips were parted and the clasp of the lips was parted as he asked, "Is this place expensive?"

Rice Cake Chief had not yet reacted to the fact that the nature of the person in front of him had changed drastically, and was somewhat confused: "Silly, silly silly"

Fairy Tramper's long eyebrows wrinkled as she suddenly lifted it up and choked it in her palm.

"Ee."

"Who are you calling stupid?"

The Rice Cake Chief dropped his butterfly net, his eyes rolled back under the Fairy Tramper's stranglehold, and he shuddered on his little legs as he stifled his not-quite-standard official language: "What, what's going on?"

Fairy Tramper :""

It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Fairy Tramper grunted coldly, loosening his fingers slightly and dropping the goblin back to the ground. Rice Cake Chief rubbed his neck and exhaled heavily, looking up at the man's obviously gloomy face and suddenly sensing a sense of purpose.

Ow this isn't the Ink Master!

They all knew that Mo Ran's temperament would switch every three days, but he had been in exile for so long that he had forgotten about it. The man in front of him, with his fierce, violent and uncontrollable aura, was not the kind and gentle Mo Zongzi of the previous two days.

"Ah" Rice Cake Chief let out a scream and got up and prepared to run, "Help! He's coming! He's coming with the Buccaneers!"

They were so scared that they stopped stuttering.

Rice Cake Chief's two limp rice cake legs struggled, and after half a day of running with their eyes closed, they squinted open a slit to look out, only to find that they were still where they were.

""

At some point, Fairy Tramper had conjured up a psychic cage that resembled a rolling waterwheel, in which he ran around like a hamster for half a day, but failed to go anywhere.

Rice Cake Chief gulped and faltered, turning back in embarrassment and horror.

"Brother, brother."

"Are you looking for death?" Fairy Tramper was furious, "Who is your brother?"

"Greetings, Emperor, Emperor."

Fairy Tramper again: ""

In order to survive, Rice Cake Chief soon succumbed to the Fairy Tramper's lustful ways. He tells the emperor everything about the box and gives him the answer he least expects

"This place costs no, no, no, no, it's cheap."

Fairy Tramper lapsed into silence.

Not too expensive, not too wasteful, and thoughtful.

How can you compare yourself with such a gift from the other side

Damn, it was lucky he found out early, otherwise Wangning's birthday was just around the corner and if Master Mo really played this card, then he would have lost for sure.

Fairy Tramper thought to herself, "It's now or never, I must tear this place down and rebuild it before it's too late!

Blurred shadows flickered across his handsome face as he stared at the landscape abode built by the Ink Sovereign while listening to the chatter of Rice Cake Chief.

Rice Cake Chief explained, "Everything outside can be used to exchange materials with me, don't look at the beautiful materials in the building, but they are not the best now, the ones you sent in two days ago are not too expensive."

"Oh yeah," Fairy Tramper said, "but the sea of flowers looks worth a fortune."

"That four giveaways giveaway la."

Fairy Tramper pointed to the pond again, "The pond doesn't look cheap either."

"That four in exchange for the best thing you sent."

Fairy Tramper pricks up her ears: "The best of everything"

"Four."

"Whatever he can afford to give, this seat can afford to give just as well, so go ahead and say it."

Rice Cake Chief's eyes lit up at the words, "Free drop? That, that that we like the coke made by Sub Chu Wanning"

""

He was wrong.

There is one thing in this world that he is indeed almost paranoid and destined not to be able to give.

That's Chu Wanning's cooking.

Mo was not like him in this respect; that personality had not lived through the years of the living dead at Wushan Palace in a previous life, had not pined so madly in that stifling loneliness for dishes that were not delicious, but steaming with earthly heat. So Mo's mastery of Chu Wanning's handiwork was never a morbid possession.

On the contrary, Master Mo was always keen for his master's cooking to be recognised by more people, or mountain spirits, so that Chu Wanning would be happy and Wangning would be happy.

So when he heard that Rice Cake Chief liked the coke made by Chu Wanning, he was actually more than willing to share it.

But the Fairy Tramper is different.

Fairy Tramper is like a man who has been starving and poor for ten years, vindictively hogging all the food Chu Wanning cooks, even if it's unpalatable, he will gobble it down like a thirsty man. The most exaggerated example was when Chu Wanning had nothing better to do than to wrap up five sheets of bamboo dumplings, which he had originally thought he would put away and eat for half a month.

As a result, Fairy Tramper knew he was going to cut back to his other state the next day and actually did eat half of his copious amounts of food right before the zipper so as not to cheapen his other self.

Then it caused the Patriarch Mo to lie in bed for three days.

So when he heard that Rice Cake Chief was salivating over it, Fairy Tramper immediately snapped, "Don't even think about it, Chu Wanning makes coke and I'm the only one who can eat it."

Rice Cake Chief looks at him with tears in his eyes.

"It's no use crying."

Rice Cake Chief wipes his eyes miserably with his little paws and claws: "Oooooooooooo"

The emperor is really a bad, bad thing

Since coke could not be replaced, Fairy Tramper began to think of other ideas.

"You tell me what else to take to you besides coke for a more exquisite and valuable demon apparatus"

Rice Cake Chief huffed, not wanting to answer and having to answer, "Emperor, Emperor can feel it out for himself first, taste four for a change and see"

Fairy Tramper frowned: "The Ink Master tried the same thing over"

"Hmm." Rice Cake Chief nodded accusingly, "It was your own clothes that you exchanged for the then field of flowers two days ago."

"So it turns out he's undressed." Fairy Tramper muttered, cupping her chin in thought, thinking she couldn't lose.

So he also removed his robe and handed it to Rice Cake Chief.

"Here are my clothes, take a good look and see what you can get for them."

Rice Cake Chief held the dress up and down and looked at it from side to side for half a day without saying anything. Just as Fairy Tramper was getting impatient, he hesitantly poked his ruffled head out from behind the dress.

"The emperor, change, change the mori is not set by me alone, four there are rules, if the change of rough come is not to your liking, can you stop pinching my neck"

"Cut the crap, what exactly can you get for it"

Rice Cake Chief: "Cun, cun natural, unstained, uncontaminated wash, wash hang water"

Fairy Tramper thought she'd misheard: "Footwash"

"Rice Cake Chief looked like he was on the verge of tears as he stumbled through his sentence, "Three days of washing, three months in a row, nourished with natural herbal extracts, you will be more dense, stronger and more powerful than you are now."

Fairy Tramper froze for a moment and then, with a face like a pot, said angrily, "Do you want to die?"

"Oooooooooo no I don't want to" Rice Cake Chief cried shaking her head.

"Why should his be replaced by a sea of flowers and mine by a wash of hanging water do I look like I need such a thing ah"

"Oooooooo you don't need to"

"Think about something else, can you change it?"

"No."

Meeting Fairy Tramper's lurid gaze, Rice Cake Chief cried out, "No four I can decide, we demons have rules too"

"What kind of rules cannot be changed you are so ridiculous, believe me or not I will kill you"

"It's no use if you spill me, and four goes to my boot."

"You."

Fairy Tramper choked, suppressing the anger that threatened to spill out.

"Fine, fine, forget it," he said.

He was still counting on this rice cake to defeat his rival, the Mo Zongzi.

So he swallowed his expletives and asked, calmly but with gritted teeth, "Tell me at once what you will bring in exchange for," he pointed to the field that was almost built up, "better materials than these "

Rice Cake Chief chokes out, "I can't... I can't shiver."

Fairy Tramper's veins popped and he said angrily, "I'll chop you up if you don't tell me."

There is no way.

So as not to be knocked flat and eaten as a cinnamon sugar rice cake, Rice Cake Chief sat on his butt on a tree stump, huffing and puffing, and began to give Fairy Tramper tips on how to replace it.

He dug around in his pocket with his short, chubby white hands and pulled out a small, tattered bark book, which he handed to Fairy Tramper with a grimace, not showing any sign of his bravado in front of the Ink Master. Fairy Tramper took the book and flipped through the pages with a flourish.

"The flower siren songstress is a bad one, and you can't guarantee a wink at Chu Wanning."

"There's no point in being a supreme cook, my seat is so much better than a cook that I don't need anyone else's hand."

After half a day of frowning in disgust, Fairy Tramper's attention was suddenly drawn to one of the paragraphs.

"A cloud of diffuse flowering rain that will float over the field yard after it is acquired, scattering petals downwards without ceasing."

The Fairy Tramper, who has a great sense of taste, reads and praises, "Yes, this is good, how can I change this?"

Rice Cake Chief weakly stretched out his paw and gave him a page turn.

Only the back reads.

Conditions of redemption, living person.

Fairy Tramper's eyes widened suddenly: "A living sacrifice."

"Don't think, think so bloody well." Rice Cake Chief buzzed on, "It's just grab, grab over, put in a box and shut in, and it rains flowers, put the coarse away, and the rain of flowers just, just stops. It's very civilised, civilised"

"Then why did you put people in?"

Rice Cake Chief was a little embarrassed to poke his soft little paw fingers, "Because there is no one else in the box after the seeming, our village rice cakes can actually four come scurrying around with the four, grabbing, grabbing them over so that everyone can visit."

"You demons, visiting people"

Rice Cake Chief continued to rub his hands together in embarrassment, "Four, four."

"What a travesty! I would never do such a ridiculous thing!"

Rice Cake Chief: "You can also exchange these for nothing, these are the highest quality items you can get in exchange for a living person, but you can also exchange them for a lesser one"

"Wait."

Fairy Tramper interrupted as soon as he heard the highest rank, raising his hand, "The living for the best of all"

"Yeah, yeah."

Fairy Tramper closed her bark book with a crisp snap and clasped her arms in a righteous manner, saying

"You tell me, arrest who."

Chu Wanning feels that Mo Ran has been very uncharacteristic these past few days.

Firstly, Mo Ran in his patriarchal state, staying up in the middle of the night, lying naked on the ground and pressing the dog's head.

Then there is Mo Ran in his imperial state, who keeps himself secretly locked up in the kitchen for half a day, saying that he wants to make pies, but when it's lunchtime, he hasn't even made any flour yet, and when asked what he's doing for so long, he replies that he's thinking about life.

What's even more strange is that Fairy Tramper, who only appears once every three days, is a favourite haunter of his during the week, and although he occasionally wanders off during the day to keep his own secrets, he always comes before dinner with a jar of good wine or a box of snacks in his hand, which he hands to him in an awkward manner.

But today was different. The two of them didn't have any pie for lunch, so they hastily cooked some noodles, and then Fairy Tramper wiped her mouth and said she had to go out.

Chu Wanning asked, "I'll make what you want for dinner."

Fairy Tramper hesitated for a moment, looking as if he was having a fierce battle of ideas, and finally he said, uncharacteristically, "No, I won't be back until late tonight, so you don't have to wait, go to bed early."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is

The seven-year itch?

But it seems that the seven years have not yet come, or have passed

That's how Chu Wanning completely forgot that his birthday was coming up.

But for Chu Wanning in the old days, birthdays weren't anything special. In the first few years of my childhood at Temple of No Mercy with Huai Zui, Huai Zui would give him some small toys and pastries on this day, and he would always be happy, holding his wooden sword or stuffing his mouth with sweet treats, looking at the monk and smiling brightly, saying thank you, Master, for treating me so well.

The look in Huai Zui's eyes at that moment seemed to have been pricked to some sore spot.

But Chu Wanning did not know at the time what was causing Huai Zui's pain.

Then, one year, Huai Zui suddenly stopped celebrating his birthday, although there were still treats and tokens that the monk would bring out of his wide, flowing sleeves, not necessarily on the day of his birth.

Chu Wanning thought, "I guess I've grown up, and when you grow up, you don't celebrate your birthday every year.

He asked Huai Zui if this was the case. Huai Zui was stunned for a moment and looked at the huge cypress in the Zen garden, which was green all year round.

Huai Zui did not look him in the eye at that moment, and kept looking at the waning sun as he said these words.

A ray of bright red in the sky is reflected in the monk's eyes.

Like blood.

Chu Wanning could not help but feel that Huai Zui's expression was complex, that he had not yet been introduced to the world, that there were many words he had only seen in books, but had never been able to find a concrete representation of them in his life. At that moment, it was as if he realised that Huai Zui's face was half 'cruel', as he had read, and half 'sad'.

He didn't know why his master had given him such a look at the mention of his own weakness, but he just felt his heart clench and felt sad for Huai Zui.

Standing up, while Huai Zui was still sitting next to him, he took the plunge and touched Huai Zui's bald head, awkwardly coaxing the large monk in front of him.

"Don't be unhappy, Master, when I am weak, I will give you a birthday."

Huai Zui stiffens for a moment, then drops his head for a moment.

Chu Wanning did not see his face in the shadows at the time.

Halfway through the day Huai Zui laughed hoarsely and said, "No one who grows up lives like this only as a child." There was a pause, and before Chu Wanning could say more, he rose with a flourish.

The wide monk's robes and surplice swayed in the evening breeze, when the monk's figure was so tall that he stood up and blocked out all the blood of the slanting sun that fell on Chu Wanning.

"It's late, I have to go out on some business, you you have a good evening study."

He said and left without looking back.

Then, for the next 20 years or so, Chu Wanning never received a "Happy Birthday", and no one ever wished him another year or the rest of his life.

Until he retired to Nanping.

It was not until this time that he finally had peace in his life, and Mo Ran would sincerely remember his birthdays, trying to make up for all those years gone by. It is a pity that this attachment came too late, as Chu Wanning had grown accustomed to being forgotten in the solitude of the past.

Get used to forgetting yourself too.

Elder Yu Heng, who had no recollection of his 'birth day', frowned in the courtyard and pondered what had happened to Mo Ran

Is there something about himself that has upset him recently?

Or is there something big going on outside?

Why else are both Sovereign Mo Ran and Emperor Mo Ran so strange these days?