The unscrupulous Taoist poured water into Wang Er's mouth and poured sobering soup, but to no avail. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the end, it was the cloth bag monk who had a way, he took out half a pot of old wine from his dirty big pocket, and covered his face with Wang Ermazi, pouring it wildly.

Wang Er Mazi immediately became a hundred times more energetic, opened his big mouth full of yellow teeth, and poured the wine into his mouth in a big gulp, flowing down from the air.

“…… Good...... Good wine......"

"It's been a long time since I've drunk it...... Such a pure old wine......"

"Tsk...... What kind of wine is this? It is dry in the mouth, has a long aftertaste, is clear and refreshing, and clears the lungs and moistens the intestines...... It's a familiar taste......"

Suddenly, Wang Er Mazi jumped up from the ground, and Sayazi ran into the forest.

"Wait, Wang Er Mazi, what are you running, don't you want to drink?"

"Thief Taoist, mad monk, why are you again? Don't follow me! Don't follow me...... Last time, Lao Tzu was harmed by the two of you, and he almost lost this old life, you came to me this time, it must be no good thing......"

Wang Er Mazi ran like a rabbit, where is he still a little drunk?

Unscrupulous Taoists are chasing after them with a roar.

Lin Yi watched from the sidelines in surprise and amusement.

The cloth bag monk carried the wine jug and followed slowly and leisurely, his fat lips pursed, and he said with contempt: "Wang Er Mazi, you just run, I'll see where you can run." After taking a sip of old wine, you don't know what your last name is? I don't know you yet? A sip of wine, ten steps down, how many sips of wine have you just drunk? Do you want me to give you all the remaining half of the old wine?"

Wang Er Mazi, who was running like a rabbit in front, suddenly turned around and looked greedily at the cloth bag monk.

"Okay, mad monk, throw the flask over to me!"

"Cut, think beautifully. ”

The cloth bag monk teased: "If you want to drink, get back." ”

The words of the cloth bag monk seem to have some kind of magic, Wang Er Mazi really didn't run away, he turned around, passed by the unscrupulous Taoist, returned the same way, ran straight towards the cloth bag monk, and stared at the wine pot in the hand of the cloth bag monk without blinking.

was about to catch the damned Wang Er Mazi, but he slipped out of front of his eyes, and the unscrupulous people were so angry that they wanted to die.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Wang Er Mazi pounce in front of the Budai Monk and reach out to grab the wine jug in the Budai Monk's hand.

The cloth bag monk laughed and raised the wine jug in his hand.

Wang Er Mazi was already short and thin, and he couldn't reach the wine jug on tiptoe, so he was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

"Madman, quick, give me the wine...... Lao Tzu is going to get sick again......"

As he said this, Lin Yi suddenly keenly smelled a foul smell from Wang Ermazi's body.

The stench was like that of a rotting corpse.

When he looked at Wang Er Mazi again, Lin Yi appeared, this old man with a messy head, his face that had been cleaned by wine, was dotted with stars, full of pockmarks, and he was really worthy of the name Wang Er Mazi.

It's just that at this time, this pockmarked face was full of blue and purple, and a breath of death enveloped his whole body.

The Budai monk naturally smelled the stench on Wang Er Mazi's body, his brows furrowed tightly, stared at Wang Er Mazi, and said angrily: "Old Mazi, do you want to be like this for a lifetime?"

Wang Er Mazi smiled bitterly, fell at the feet of the cloth bag monk with a sour and weak body, and said with a decadent face: "What else can I do? We have all suffered a curse, you two guys have a good life, and they have only been sealed and cultivated, but I have suffered a death curse, and my whole body cultivation has been lost, not to mention, I have also contracted a vicious disease, and my body is very stinky......

Suddenly, Wang Ermazi's face became hideous, his eyes were red, he stared fiercely at the Budai monk and the unscrupulous Taoist, and shouted hysterically: "Do you know how Lao Tzu came over in the past five hundred years? In order to curb the recovery of evil diseases, Lao Tzu must drink alcohol every day...... In order not to be suspicious, Lao Tzu got into the pigsty and slept with the pigs...... Sleep with the pigs...... You don't know what it's like to live or die......"

Lin Yi's heart moved slightly, no wonder Wang Ermazi's feet were full of pig dung, and his fingernails and toenails were all black manes.

It turned out that as soon as he fell ill, he went into the pigsty......

"Hahaha......"

Wang Er Mazi laughed wildly, and two lines of tears flowed out of his sunken eye sockets.

"In the past, Lao Tzu was also a generation of martial kings, and he also had his own tribe and descendants, but now it's good, Lao Tzu's cultivation is completely lost, and he is riddled with evil diseases, and my heirs and great-grandchildren drove me out of the tribe and left me to fend for myself......"

“…… I don't even know if I'm dead or alive...... My Wang Er Mazi was born to stand up to the sky, but in his twilight years, he ended up being displaced and unable to return home......"

Everyone has their own story, some stories are inspiring, some are enviable, and some are sympathetic......

The story of Wang Er Mazi is the last one, once ascended to the sky in one step, stood at the top of this world, suddenly encountered an accident, fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, lost his cultivation, contracted a vicious disease, was spurned by others, and life was worse than death.

Hearing that Wang Er Mazi poured a stomach of bitter water, the cloth bag monk stopped teasing him and threw the wine jug into his hands.

Wang Er Mazi grabbed the wine jug and looked up for a burst of binge drinking.

Lin Yi has seen countless people drinking in his life, but he has never seen such a person who is addicted to alcohol.

Wine is like his life.

Half a pot of old wine, five catties, was drunk by Wang Er Mazi in the blink of an eye.

He had a long hiccup, and two blushes appeared on his face full of pockmarks, and Wang Mazi after drinking was full of wine, and the two of them were judged before, this person was full of spirit, and even the pockmarks on his face were flashing brightly.

Wang Mazi's eyes were shining, he looked at the unscrupulous Taoist and the Budai monk, and said with a smile: "Two old fellows, don't come to harm?

"The Hundred Tribes of Bird Eggs!"

The unscrupulous Taoist said angrily: "Our old brothers are here to find you this time, Lao Mazi, I am helping our old brothers once, taking us into the Void Spirit Pagoda ......"

Without waiting for the unscrupulous Taoist to finish speaking, Wang Mazi waved his hand and said: "Old man, don't mention it, you just beat me to death, and I won't go to that kind of ghost place, it is because of the instigation of you two old bastards that Lao Tzu entered that kind of place, but as a result, the baby hair was not fished, and he was also completely lost, riddled with evil diseases, and became a person and a ghost...... If you don't go, you won't be killed...... Saying nothing to ......."