Chapter 265: Su Meng

The online discussions regarding the two songs, *Storm*, and *This! Is Street Dance* hadn't lasted long before Su Meng took over the screen once again.

And this time, it was in the world of web novels.

Su Meng’s first foray into the web novel industry—what a massive gimmick that was!

A massive influx of traffic flooded into Feilu, and the executives at Feilu were grinning from ear to ear.

Who would have thought that we, who deal in web novels, could also reap the benefits of a big celebrity?

They finally had a bit of sense and pulled out all the stops for the novel’s recommendations.

They even fired a few tech staff and hired some temporary ones just to keep the website stable.

Once 10:00 PM hit, a novel suddenly appeared under the account of Xianyun Xianyun Shisilang—*Buddha is Dao*!

"The Heavenly Dao is inconstant; the Heavenly Dao is heartless. It encompasses all things while remaining detached from them. There is no good or evil, no right or wrong, no gratitude or resentment, no joy or sorrow. The Immortal Dao is Dao, the Demonic Dao is Dao, the Monster Dao is Dao, and Buddha is Dao."

"High upon the nine-layered clouds, the meditation cushion reveals the truth of the Dao. Beyond the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, I shall be the honored teacher. Pangu gave birth to the Taiji, and the Two Modes and Four Symbols follow in sequence. One Dao passed to three friends, the two sects of Chan and Jie are divided!"

This synopsis alone, upon reading, evoked a sense of mystery and profundity.

Many readers couldn't wait to click on the table of contents, and at a single glance, they were stunned.

This notorious "hand-disabled" loser had actually updated five hundred thousand words in one go!

Many readers were so moved they were on the verge of tears.

Feilu’s rule was to go paid at 120,000 words; how could they get so much for free this time?

In reality, this was the result of Su Meng’s multiple discussions with Xianyun Xianyun Shisilang.

In his past life, the first hundred or so chapters of this book were, objectively speaking, a bit cliché, unable to escape the tropes of killing and treasure-snatching.

But after the protagonist entered the Earth Immortal Realm, the situation changed drastically; the iceberg revealed its true face, and the novel entered an epic world!

To better showcase the book, Su Meng had discussed it with the author and significantly compressed the earlier plot.

But even so, it still required hundreds of thousands of words of setup.

So this time, the author directly exploded with five hundred thousand words, pulling the plot into the Earth Immortal Realm and allowing the true brilliance of the novel to begin to emerge.

After all, having collaborated with Su Meng for so long, he had already stockpiled many drafts; a massive explosion like this was something he could still handle.

Such an unprecedented explosion left many readers moved to tears.

As expected, the big star Su Meng is reliable; he’s not here to just cash in. It was worth it!

This loser really does need someone to whip him to get him to update more.

Only the author himself was crying his heart out in the restroom.

Damn it, that guy Su Meng only provided an outline; I typed every single word myself, alright?

Do you know how much hair I lost staying up to explode with this many updates?

I drank all the Red Bull from the convenience store downstairs!

And now, after exploding with so many updates, all the credit goes to Su Meng?

Have I really just become a tool?

In a fit of rage, anger rising from his heart and malice from his gut, he dragged the keyboard over and, on the paid-chapter page...

"Mr. Wu, over here!"

Just as they walked out of the airport, a young man hurried over to greet them.

Wu Wu Guangren raised his hand to wave, but the young man suddenly exclaimed.

"Mr. Su, you came too?"

Wu Wu Guangren’s hand paused in mid-air, then he retracted it nonchalantly to rub his nose.

Damn it, how awkward!

Su Meng smiled smugly and waved.

"Hello there. Who would have thought I’d have fans even in the Lighthouse Country?"

Wu Wu Guangren finally seized the opportunity and said irritably.

"Have some shame, will you?"

"These are people from the National Philharmonic Orchestra."

"Do you think Benedict invited only you in our country?"

"If it weren't for waiting for you, I would have come with them long ago; we could have discussed piano on the way."

"Bah! You prioritize romance over friendship!"

The old man said, stuffing his luggage into the car on his own.

Su Meng felt a bit awkward and quickly followed.

The young man hurriedly helped Wu Wu Guangren with the luggage while explaining.

"Several teachers from our Philharmonic Orchestra received invitations. I’m just tagging along to learn; after all, this is a grand event."

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Su, the teachers are waiting for you at the hotel."

"Everyone, please rest at the hotel for a while to adjust to the jet lag."

"Tomorrow is the day of the funeral, and Mr. Benedict is hosting a banquet tonight."

Su Meng chuckled.

"Don't worry, I’m clear on how these things work."

"Isn't it just a funeral tomorrow and a big feast tonight?"

The young man froze instantly.

A big feast? You call a formal banquet a "big feast"?

But thinking about it carefully... damn, it seems there's nothing wrong with that!

The few suona masters also relaxed instantly.

I thought there was something mysterious about how foreigners handle funerals; looking at it now, isn't the process exactly the same?

Blow the suona, cover with a white cloth, and the whole village waits for the food to be served.

The only difference is, they might blow foreign horns?

Wu Wu Guangren glanced at him sideways and said irritably.

"Different cultures, different customs, different rules."

"Many people in the Lighthouse Country are religious; when someone passes away, they go to heaven, so there’s nothing worth being sad about."

"They also value humor; no matter when or where, they like to be funny. The better you are at being funny, the more popular you are."

"So, funerals in the Lighthouse Country are sorrowful but not painful; the focus is on remembering the deceased, not the form of the remembrance."

"Many people have even grown tired of traditional funerals and have started to imagine all sorts of strange ideas for their own, and they’re becoming more and more fun."

"Now, funerals in the Lighthouse Country have more and more variety; there is no fixed process."

"Mr. Benedict using a concert to commemorate his father is nothing at all."

"If you see them laughing and talking at the funeral, don't be surprised."

Holy crap! The suona masters were stunned.

Foreigners' funerals are this wild?

If this were in our village, if someone died and you ran to their doorstep and laughed out loud, that would be a blood feud.

I'm numb, I'm truly numb; I've really learned something today.

Su Meng exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap! Old Wu, you’re so familiar with this?"

"Could it be that, like me, you’re also a master of funeral services?"

"You’ve taken on plenty of foreign funeral gigs, haven't you?"

Wu Wu Guangren stiffened, feeling completely miserable.

I, Wu Wu Guangren, head of the Piano Department at the Imperial Conservatory of Music, an internationally renowned pianist.

When did I become a funeral service master?

"Is this what foreigners call a big feast?"

The master musicians of the Wang Troupe were already dumbfounded.

On the hotel lawn, food and drinks were spread out everywhere.