Lao Dan

Lao Dan?

That's Li Er?!

What the hell, little brother!!!

And that little drunkard is, Gautama Siddhartha?

Zhang Ruosu, like a wind-up doll with rusty gears, slowly raised his head, looked at the old man over there, then slowly lowered his head, looked at the red-faced, bleary-eyed, staggering, hiccuping teenage drunkard over there, looked at his right hand that had just patted the dog's head with a smile, and fell silent.

Shakyamuni?

The Tathagata Buddha?

The Awakened One?

Zhang Ruosu was speechless.

Master, when you picked me up all those years ago, I really became an extraordinary cultivator.

Not only did I benefit from the original founding patriarch,

But I also managed to turn the Awakened One of the ancient times into a drunkard with fifty-three-degree baijiu.

Wei Yuan, I thank your ancestors eight generations over.

Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched, countless emotions surged in his heart, and finally, a thousand words turned into a simple, direct, clear, casual, and emotionally charged sentence—

"Fuck!"

After shouting violently, he finally maintained his state of mind.

It was as if the feeling of frustration and depression had disappeared. The Taoist Heavenly Master, a generation of sword immortals, had a strong state of mind and no longer needed any so-called Heavenly King Life-Preserving Heart-Protecting Pill. This humble Taoist's state of mind was incomparably firm, without any flaws!!!

Zhang Ruosu silently recited the Ice Heart Incantation to suppress the boiling emotions in his heart.

However, the kind person next to him who had answered him exclaimed, "Laozi? The Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning?"

"And, Shakyamuni, the Tathagata Buddha, the Awakened One?!!"

The voice of the person opposite trembled, filled with surprise and then excitement and joy.

Zhang Ruosu narrowed his eyes and let out a breath.

It's good, it's good, it's not just me.

It's good, it's good.

There are others who can share this kind of experience.

He looked at the man next to him carrying a sword, dressed in a moon-white round-necked long shirt, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, gentle and long eyes, and an extraordinary and refined temperament, and said, "I haven't thanked this little brother for explaining to this old Taoist just now."

The man still had shock and excitement on his face, waved his hand freely and smiled: "Taoist priest is too polite.

"I just came a little earlier and talked to these tiger brothers and dragon brothers around me before I figured it out. Heh, actually, I also had other purposes for talking to you. Taoist priest, this wine, hehe, smells really fragrant and strong, a bit like the kind from my hometown..."

Zhang Ruosu knew what this drunkard meant and smiled: "What's so difficult about wanting to drink wine?"

The swordsman was overjoyed and hurriedly took the wine pot to pour wine into his gourd.

Then he took a sip and felt extremely refreshed.

The old Taoist looked at Lao Dan, looked at Shakyamuni, and his mouth twitched. Finally, there was a companion next to him to talk to, and he felt more at ease. In this situation, it was good that he wasn't the only one unlucky. It was also a good thing to have a companion to share the burden. For a time, they felt a sense of mutual sympathy. He said:

"May I know your name?"

The man drank his wine, lowered his eyes, and cupped his fist casually: "Me?

"I am Li Bai from Suiye of the Tang Dynasty, styled Qinglian."

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

Fuck!!!

The old Taoist's smile froze.

After thinking about it, he rolled his eyes, leaned back, and gave up thinking. To hell with it,

I'm tired,

I'm numb.

Whatever.

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest, what's wrong with you!"

Li Taibai was shocked and quickly helped him up, taking out a jade bottle from his arms and said: "Is it a palpitation in your heart? It's good, it's good, I have a spirit pill here, which was given to me by a friend, and it has miraculous effects. Taoist priest, quickly take it, quickly take it."

He gave the old Taoist medicine with strong wine.

Zhang Ruosu tasted the familiar taste, and after a moment of silence, asked: "What kind of elixir is this?"

Li Bai's mouth curled up, with a hint of pride, and said: "I have many friends who are true Taoist cultivators, and Buddhist disciples also often come and go. This is the [Shangqing Maoshan Sect Heavenly King Life-Preserving Heart-Protecting Pill] that I exchanged for a poem."

Heavenly King Life-Preserving Heart-Protecting Pill?

Zhang Ruosu almost choked on his breath.

It was as if an invisible shadow and karma had appeared on him and the life-saving pill, making the old Taoist almost speechless and tearful. He could eat this thing everywhere. At this time, the young Shakya got drunk and swayed. Suddenly, he accidentally fell directly towards the cliff.

Zhang Ruosu was shocked and was about to reach out.

But he was half a step too late.

The young man seemed ordinary, but his body was as heavy as gold and iron, and he fell down with a crash.

The old Taoist was about to take action, but he caught a glimpse of Lao Dan's calm and gentle expression, unhurriedly.

Zhang Ruosu slowly retracted his hand: "Senior, aren't you going to save him?"

Lao Dan closed his eyes and listened to the Great Dao being narrated by the Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning between heaven and earth, but he also heard Zhang Ruosu's question. His voice was soft and said: "So-called cause and effect are predestined. His fate has come, but mine has not. We can only envy him, so why should we stop his fate?"

Zhang Ruosu pondered for a long time.

Lao Dan joked again: "Don't you think so?

"Little brother?"

Zhang Ruosu: ......

Speechless.

Just kill me, Dao Ancestor.

The young Shakya listened to the distant narration in his ears, only feeling dizzy and his head getting heavier and heavier. The distant voice of preaching was also getting farther and farther away from him. He vaguely felt like he was losing something, but he also felt that this was all cause and effect and fate.

There is no need to be happy if you get something, and no need to be sad if you lose something.

His head was dizzy.

He saw a particularly unique-looking big rock approaching in front of him. Closer and closer, closer and closer.

Shakya was very sleepy and slowly fell asleep, anyway, it was just a big rock...

Huh?

Wait?

Big rock?!!!

His face froze, and he suddenly opened his eyes. The young Shakyamuni finally understood how painful and disastrous it would be to get drunk. He was flustered and wanted to avoid it but was unable to do so. He could only close his eyes and wait for death, praying that his head would be harder than that big rock that looked sturdy at a glance.

With a whoosh, it was the sound of clothes shaking.

Then a wide palm grabbed the young man's collar, causing his head to ache again. The aftereffects of drinking high-proof baijiu were like a heavyweight boxer holding a Gatling gun spitting blue flames and shooting wildly in his brain.

Gautama Siddhartha felt stars in his eyes, and then heard a broad and peaceful voice.

"Got drunk."

He was born with the ability to understand the meaning of other living beings, so he understood this meaning.

He raised his head and saw a tall man, bald, with bulging muscles that even the gray robe couldn't cover. Next to him was a thin old man, who seemed to be curiously looking at him.

Hu Di scratched his head: "I've seen stones falling from the sky, and I've seen bird droppings falling from the sky."

This is the first time I've seen a little drunkard falling from the sky.

"Yuanjue, what's wrong?"

He brought the great monk Yuanjue here to see the joke of the old Mount Buzhou, but after arriving here, the great monk actually stopped. He could clearly hear the distant sound of preaching, which was in harmony with the Great Dao, and the heavens and earth resonated. Even if he only heard it from a distance, he felt that it was very beneficial.

But Yuanjue actually stopped.

He stopped at the foot of this Mount Buzhou, his eyes looking at the pulled young man.

Then, he stopped and turned around.

"Old man, go to Mount Buzhou."

The monk's expression calmed down, looking at the drunken young man, and said: "This monk's [fate] has already been found." Then he no longer cared about the Mount Buzhou Dao discussion that was close at hand. Hu Di first looked at the fun over there, then turned around and looked at the monk who was pacing away, scratching his ears and cheeks, not knowing what to choose.

Finally, he heavily patted his thigh and sighed.

He still turned around and walked towards the monk.

He didn't know why, but the fun at the old Mount Buzhou could be watched later.

He always felt that there would be new fun with this monk.

Missing it would be a pity, missing it would be a pity!

Yuanjue looked at the young man and said slowly: "Who are you?"

The young man was muddled and only replied: "Me? I am Gautama Siddhartha, the prince of Kapilavastu, the child of Queen Maya, the future son-in-law of King Shuddhodana, and the king who is destined to become the ruler of the people."

Gautama, Siddhartha?

Yuanjue's expression was calm and unwavering. He knocked on the top of the young man's head with his right hand and said, "Who are you?!"

The young man was stunned and replied: "I, I am Gautama Siddhartha..."

The monk raised his hand again, forming a palm and knocking on the top of the young man's head, shouting: "Who are you?!"

"I, I am Shakyamuni?"

The monk took half a step forward, and the knocking action was as swift as wind and thunder, and his voice was as loud as thunder, saying:

Who exactly are you?!

The young man's heart shook, and then he subconsciously replied: "I am [I]!"

Yuanjue put his hands together, his voice calm and said: "Amitabha, compassion, compassion.

He carried a Zen staff in one hand and pulled the young man with the other, preparing to leave. However, the young man had drunk a reservoir-level amount of strong wine, and his whole body exuded a wine smell. At the Mount Buzhou Dao discussion, those who were destined would come, and there were also great demons who had power but not this fate, who were extremely irritable.

The young man had drunk strong wine brewed by the Taoist Heavenly Master's Mansion, and it was aged enough. His whole body exuded a faint fragrance. A residual shadow flashed past, and it actually swallowed the young man in its mouth at an extremely fast speed. Its color was colorful, and it was actually a peacock the size of a mountain range.