Taoist Monster

Dahuang, in Tianyu Pavilion. A young man in his early twenties, drinking alone. The storyteller and his guests dispersed, bringing wine and appetizers. Seeing that the guest was alone, he invited him. "Young man, how about a drink with the little old man?" The young man whispered: "Sorry, never drink!" "Oh, why are you unwilling to touch such a beautiful thing?" The young man said very calmly: "I don't want to be your story." "It seems that my wine is not worthy of your story." The young man stood up, grabbed an ancient sword on the table, and walked out of Tianyu Pavilion. "By the way, storyteller, do you know why there are no gods now?" The storyteller was stunned. "Because I don't allow gods to exist in the world!" Looking up again, the young man had already entered the depths of the wilderness. The storyteller drinks alone, the moon and stars are few and far between. "It seems like another good show..."