I am a wild monk who does not follow the rules.
He doesn't recite sutras, doesn't practice Zen, he only likes to drink wine.
When wine enters the Dantian, one's cultivation level skyrockets;
Zui opened his eyes, and the gods and demons retreated.
The Buddhist sect wants to punish me, the immortal sect wants to accept me, and the demonic sect wants to kill me.
I took out the wine jar with my backhand:
"Drink three drinks first, then talk about life and death."
The world laughs at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at the fact that the world can't see through it.
Drunk in the world of mortals, singing while drinking wine, the poor monk is so drunk that he overwhelms the heavens!
