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Muchen thought about it, and he really couldn't think of a more sincere approach, but he always felt weird.

"This is not good..."

Muchen scratched his head, but saw that the person under the tree had woken up. The firebird immediately came forward and knelt down with a pop, shouting:

"Your Majesty, the Living Buddha, we have something to ask for."

The man under the tree seemed to be still dazed. He was startled by the firebird kneeling down. He scratched his head, burped, ignored the firebird, pushed his pants down, and started to pee.

Already.

Firebird was stunned for a moment, but he still held back and kowtowed to him respectfully:

"Living Buddha! We are really sincere, please respond to us! We must be not sincere enough, Muchen, what are you doing? Come quickly and kowtow to the Living Buddha!"

Muchen blinked and suddenly noticed a person standing beside him. He was startled.

This man was a very handsome monk. He was laughing at the firebird's funny appearance, laughing so hard that tears came out. While he was laughing, he patted Muchen on the shoulder:

"Hey, look what he is doing, it makes me laugh so hard. He is actually kowtowing to a homeless man! And he calls him a Living Buddha!"

Firebird said angrily: "Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, monk! Muchen, ignore him, let's come together to pay homage to Zen Master Dajue!"

The monk was stunned and said, "Are you here to see me?"

Muchen and Huoniao were stunned. Muchen was a little embarrassed and said, "Are you Zen Master Dajue?"

Firebird glanced at the drunkard who was still peeing, stood up angrily, grabbed the drunkard and cursed:

"Damn it, you're not Zen Master Dajue, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Zen Master Dajue laughed, and with a wave of his hand, a spiritual light separated the fire bird and the drunkard:

"You don't have to argue with him. He is my drinking buddy. Since you are looking for me, let's talk!"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Muchen's forehead. He could not feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy from this man, nor did he understand how he took action. This only proved that this man's cultivation had reached its peak.

Firebird didn't dare to make any mistakes and stood beside Muchen in a dignified manner.

Zen Master Dajue strolled under the old poplar tree, sat down on an exposed root, and said with a smile:

"Do you two like drinking? Do you want to have a drink? Get drunk with me."

Muchen replied: "We who are cultivating immortals, ordinary wine will not make us intoxicated, and neither will immortal wine. But the younger generation believes that the essence of drinking wine lies in the intoxicating feeling. With the cultivation level of the older generation, how much wine can be drunk?"

I’m afraid I won’t be able to get drunk.”

Zen Master Dajue laughed and conjured a jar of fine wine like a magic trick:

"Mu Chen, you think too much and are too sober. Naturally, you cannot get drunk like this! But I am always confused, so naturally I get drunk as soon as I drink."

Muchen felt a little surprised when he heard him call out his name.

It must have been that the firebird called out his name just now and Zen Master Dajue remembered it.

Muchen thought in his mind and said to Zen Master Dajue:

"The Zen master has profound attainments in Buddhism. Of course, fools like us cannot reach this level! Please give me some enlightenment from the Zen master! Save me from the sea of ​​suffering!"

He thought that what the Zen master said was mysterious and mysterious, and he deliberately made it unclear. In fact, he just wanted to ask Zen Master Dajue to take action to get rid of the evil spirit in him.

Zen Master Dajue was silent this time. He held the wine jar and drank for a quarter of an hour. Muchen even wondered if a fragment of space had been connected to the jar. How could there be so much wine.

"Drunk, drunk!"

After Zen Master Dajue put down the wine jar, his eyes became confused. He smiled at Muchen and said:

"I have a secret method that can temporarily make my physique the same as that of a mortal, so that I can enjoy the feeling of being drunk!"

"It's good to be drunk. When you're drunk and asleep, you don't have to worry about anything. Don't worry about it!"

Muchen was secretly worried, fearing that Zen Master Dajue would fall asleep. He took a step forward, bowed his head and cupped his hands and said:

"Zen Master, the demonic energy in my body may explode at any time. Please ask Zen Master..."

Before he finished speaking, Zen Master Dajue thrust the wine jar into Muchen's arms and said:

"Mu Chen, I can save your life, but I can't save you from the sea of ​​suffering. The suffering in this world is too heavy! Who can truly escape from the sea of ​​suffering?"

Zen Master Dajue's face was flushed and he looked really drunk. He leaned against the old poplar tree and said feebly:

"Birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hatred, not being able to seek what you want, separation from love, excessive Yin, these are the eight sufferings of living beings, and there is no cure for them!"

"Mu Chen, drink! Drink! This will help you get out of trouble temporarily, but you are still trapped in a sea of ​​misery. It's good to have a big dream and find some solace!"

Muchen listened to his ears and looked towards the jar of wine. The wine reflected his blurry face, like the fog of fate, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Then get drunk and have a dream!"

Muchen raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth. The wine in the jar was really endless, no matter how much he poured it, he could never finish it.

Muchen drank several kilograms before he stopped. Zen Master Dajue laughed loudly and clapped his hands:

"That's right, that's right!"

After he said this, he tilted his head and fell asleep as if dead.

Firebird stretched its neck and asked doubtfully: "No, can you really get drunk?"

Firebird looked at Muchen, only to find that he was also flushed and looked drunk.

"Take it! I'll take a nap first!"

Muchen gave the wine jar to the fire bird, found a comfortable spot under the tree to lie down, and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

Huo Niao stared at the wine for a long time, wondering if this was some kind of fairy wine that even a highly cultivated person could drink.

Firebird was at war with heaven and man in his heart, but finally mustered up the courage to pour the jar of wine into his mouth.

But who would have thought that as soon as he lifted the jar of wine, the wine inside disappeared without a trace in an instant, not even a drop remained.

"Holy crap, you definitely don't want to drink it for me!"

Firebird understood that this was definitely Zen Master Dajue's mischief, but he did not dare to have an attack. He just sat aside with the wine jar in his arms, waiting quietly for the two of them to wake up.

Muchen felt like he had a dream.

A very long dream.

This dream seems to be ten thousand years long, as long as life.

In the dream, he was an unparalleled god and demon, the only one in heaven and on earth who dominated the world and commanded the common people.

He has been killing from the beginning to the end of the dream. It seems that the meaning of his existence is to keep killing and destroying.

But killing did not bring him pleasure. On the contrary, Muchen would feel very painful every time he killed a life.

After killing too much, Muchen became numb to the pain, but as time passed, he would lose this numb feeling and feel pain again.

In this way, he kept reincarnating in pain and numbness, until all life in the world was killed by him.

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