Can You Please Stop Interfering in My Life?

Originally from the back mountain, I occasionally served as a guest in the front hall. He has been dancing drunkenly in the mortal world for decades, riding a crane to say that the sky is narrow, fighting against demons with great ambition, and measuring misfortunes and blessings in sea battles. When talking about the unfairness of heaven, he angrily points out that gods and Buddhas are wrong. I want to travel hundreds of thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, but I will spend all my time with you. The wine glass is empty, the lights are falling, sleepless nights, singing alone, countless people have read all over the world, how many heroes are there?