When Ji Xuewu was still a mortal, he was a doctor. When he didn't have much to earn a living, he would go to funerals with others in exchange for a pot of wine.
There is a saying that the wine on the mountain keeps people drunk, just like March 3 in the world.
On March 3rd, he cried to the grave in a bright spring day, exchanged money for drinks, brought a pot of "Bamboo Leaf Green" that had been blended several times to his master, drank a sip with the old man, and then fell drunk in the gutter in front of his house under the starry sky.
As the saying goes, the saint capsizes his boat in the gutter, and the wild ghost sings on the stage.
As for the ghost, it was Bai Ji, who was still half-ghost.
Intention: good and evil, life and death