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Chapter 618 A stranger¡¯s wine, a friend¡¯s sorrow.

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    ??Drinking alone at dusk.  The road is facing the sky, and one person is wandering while the other is laughing.

    He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

    "Although I am a murderer, I am not ruthless. Who can be truly ruthless among all living things?"

    He is as drunk as he is. He raises his head and drinks again. He breaks the jar in his hand and picks up another jar of wine: "Outsiders see me as an animal. I should behave like an animal. But the heaven and the earth are long and the years are endless. I will continue to kill when I am alive. I will die when I die."  I also want these countless creatures to be my companions and walk the hell path together!"

    After saying this, he raised the altar and drank again. He smashed it with one hand and heard it echoing everywhere, but he continued:

    "Everyone in the world uses all things born in the world to nourish others, and kills all living things to prosper themselves.

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    ??I refuse to accept it!

    "You can kill people without a single good deed, cut off their roots to vent your anger!"

    Even if there is a thunderbolt, it will be like the punishment in the sky that scares the ghosts and gods!

    kill!  kill!  kill!  kill!  kill!  kill!  "

    He was drunk, drank wine, played again and again, and sat alone in the evening.

    Looking at the dark sky and the bright night, he said: "Good, good, good, Amitabha, you are a Buddha!"

    In this life, I am afraid that I will not be able to keep my mind as calm as water and always be clear-eyed.

    That little nun is so cruel!

    Her body is no more than a skin, but if she has faith in her heart, can she have eternal life through faith?

    "Sister!"

    The toad staggered up, but when he heard the ringing of the bell, he looked up and was very surprised. There were also craftsmen performing arts and singing in the wilderness?

    But when an old man in rags walked out of the haystack, grinning with his missing front teeth, he smiled and shook the broken bell in his hand: "Brother, do you still have some wine?"

    The toad blinked drunkenly and shook his head again: "Fuck, is it you?"

    When the little old man heard this, he took a closer look at the young man wearing a gold-rimmed red robe, and suddenly he was excited: "Wori, is that you?"

    The toad smiled, and the old man was also happy, and then the former waved, and the latter came over like a rewarded waiter.

    Song Yu asked with a mouth full of alcohol: "Do you want to drink or have another fight?"

    Smelling the smell of alcohol spitting out from the former's mouth, the old man narrowed his eyes in enjoyment: "If you have alcohol to drink, I won't beat you up!"

    "Really?"

    Song Yu scratched his head.

    The old man replied cheerfully: "Is there really still wine?"

    The toad raised his hand, and saw a flash of light, and a jar of new wine appeared in his palm.

    The old man took it, but he was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he opened the altar and smelled it and praised: "The fragrance of the apricot blossoms and the mellow wine. I should appreciate it, young man."

    The toad rolled his eyes: "I'm going to reward you, you big-headed guy. If you have wine to drink, don't fart blindly. If you really want a reward, why don't you tell the Za family what you did in the Holy Spirit Temple."

    The old man sat on the floor, drank a lot of wine, and then wiped the beard that had been plucked out by Song Yu with only a few hairs left. He said: "The old man is born to poach other people's corners. He will be satisfied if he takes advantage of others, but you want to  Ask me what I dug, but you can¡¯t tell me!¡±

    "Fuck your sister!" Song Yu seriously raised his foot.

    But he kicked him empty-handed and let the old man hide.

    "Frog, the things in this world can be as big as the sky, or as small as a sesame seed. You live your own life, why are you always worrying about others?"

    The old man said the above while holding the treasure-like wine jar, and then sniffed it with his red lees nose: "The smell in the air tonight is a bit fishy and sweet."

    The toad also dilated its nostrils upon hearing this, but could smell nothing except the smell of earth and rotten grass.

    He glanced sideways at the bad old man who was just a short distance away and said, "Is the Za family really bothered by the fact that you act like a worldly expert, so you can't live like a human being?"

    The old man had wine and was in a good mood, so he didn't care about the disrespect in this kid's words.

    But he was also a little curious, so he smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

    Song Yu frowned, then looked him up and down, with a disapproving expression on his face: "It's not certain who can beat who?"

    The old man picked up the wine jar and took another sip. He nodded without denying it: "That's true."

    It was late at night and there was nothing to say, but the old man and the young man drank a lot of wine one jar after another.

    During this period, Song Yu wanted to make up some words more than once, but whether he was making insinuations or getting straight to the point, the old man's mouth?It's like he's been touched by oil, he talks in a roundabout way, if you ask something, he'll answer something, if you ask something, he'll say something, without even showing off his iron teeth.

    The angry Toad simply stopped giving him any more wine, and began to fall asleep with the ground as a bed on one side of his body.

    The little old man wanted to drink some more wine, but the toad ignored him. The old man had no choice but to pick up the empty wine jars on the ground one by one, and gathered around him, drinking wine to comfort himself.  .

    When it was dawn, the light seemed to be gloomy, and a stinky face was stunned, and he almost spit a heavy rain.

    The old man stretched himself, yawned and shook the bell in his hand again and said: "It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and we don't know how many years ago we are when we meet again.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The old man will give you a saying: The road to immortality is dangerous, and you must cross a single-plank bridge at the top of an abyss. Go your own way, but you cannot keep destroying other people¡¯s bridges. Look at what you sang before, what was it

    You are killing and killing, you even moved Xing Tian out, and you are nagging the god. But on the other hand, you frog is too cruel. It's not wrong, and it's not too right. There is a limit to everything.  A way out, if not"

    "Go, go, get out of here." The toad glared: "With green onions stuck in your nostrils, why are you pretending to be an elephant in front of the Za family? I think you just can't start the motorcycle, so you deserve to be kicked!"

    "Aren't you irritated again? Look at you"

    "Aza!" Toad has already started practicing flying kicks.

    The old man carried his big bell, jumped high and bent his back, and ran as fast as he could.

    Before saying goodbye, I didn¡¯t forget to look back: ¡°Frog, what is a motorcycle?¡±

    The toad stretched out his leg to pick up a wine jar, and kicked it with a volley: "Go to hell!"

    "Why is this so exciting"

    As he spoke, the old man kicked his legs. After a while, the man had disappeared.

    Song Yu was the only one left, standing in the dark sky and underground, panting and raising his neck: "Brother, you don't understand the pain, go ahead and ring your bell!"

    After groaning a few more times, I remembered that I didn¡¯t ask anything yesterday, and I became very annoyed with the old man.

    It feels like taking money to treat a client to a drink. You have spent all the money you should have spent, but in the end, the client refuses to sign your contract. You have the intention to kill him, and he even lectures me not to kick your crotch to pieces.  Even if your ancestors accumulated good deeds!

    After kicking a few broken wine jars into pieces, the big toad of Song howled again with his broken gong-like voice, and continued to talk about how the world is unkind and treats all things like rotten dogs, until he approached the city.  At that time, what I saw was a Shura field

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