Friends, this is a story about seven assholes.
They worshiped under the sect of a sect that was about to close down. The master drank alcohol, went into debt, and was raped by wild boars every day. They secretly drank the wine that Master had brewed for sixty years, and when they got drunk, they tied each other's hair with bows. They used the soul-calming bell to pay for their meals, but the bell shattered all the dishes in the restaurant. They fed the Spiritual Beast Garden wine and fried it. Chickens were flying all over the sky, pigs were running all over the ground, and the air was filled with the fragrance of manure roasted in osmanthus oil.
Then... Just read on. ^ - ^. This article was written a long time ago. I posted it today to take a look.
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