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Chapter 35 Stepping on Death
"you……"

The Taoist with white hair and youthful face who was stroking the white jade coffin just now pointed at Bailisong, and it was unknown what he said.

Who would have thought that someone would put himself in a coffin just to watch others cry and grieve over his death.

And he laughed.

How can there be such a wicked person!

But this is very Bailisong!

Bailisong is such a person.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanyu, I didn't expect you to have a professional side!" Bailisong rolled over from the coffin, walked out, put his arm around the shoulders of the Taoist with white hair and a youthful face, and said.

Xu Shun remembered that the Taoist's name was Yuanyu Sanren.

It sounded like taro and was very chewy, so Xu Shun remembered it.

"Old bastard! Old bastard!" Yuan Yusanren's face turned slightly red, and he pointed at Bailisong and cursed.

He was grieving over the departure of his friend, Bai Lisong, when Bai Lisong crawled out of the coffin and said, "I'm not dead yet. You look so funny when you cry."

Who can not break the defense?
Who can resist swearing?
"Fuck you! Bailisong you bastard..." The other monks couldn't help but curse.

"You owe me my feelings!"

"I was really blind to be friends with you!"

Of course, there were also many monks who couldn't help but clapped their legs and laughed.

The monks at the scene were crying, laughing, and cursing Bailisong at times, and there was no trace of the heavy and sorrowful atmosphere just now.

Bailisong smiled as he watched his fellow Taoists pointing at him and scolding him, but he was not angry.

We are having a great time and having a great party. What is there to be angry about?

Bailisong’s amazing move left Xu Shun speechless.

I came up with so many ideas in my head, and you came up with this.

In my imagination, Fatty Blue was transformed into Aizen, but the result was just to prevent me from saying that you are not dead.

How do I know you are not dead!
I thought you were faking your death!

Obviously, Lan Daoren knew what Bailisong was going to do. He thought Xu Shun had guessed that Bailisong was not dead, and he didn't know that Xu Shun had imagined this.

Really...

Niang Xipi!
Xu Shun shook his head and cursed in his heart.

He himself read the "Yellow Talisman Sutra" and was so crazy that he could imagine such an outrageous plot.

Even the most beloved Lando had his mind twisted.

Master, I’m sorry!
I thought so bad of you!

No wonder Master Lan told them both not to cry in the morning, so as not to lose his face.

Zi Su, who was next to Xu Shun, stared at Taoist Baili in amazement.

There are traces of tears at the corners of Shisu's eyes.

Before, Zi Su was lame and wandering in the world of immortal cultivation, and was subjected to a lot of ridicule and sarcasm.

The heavy music and sad atmosphere just now reminded him of his past self.

What would he be like now if he hadn't met Lan Dao Ren?
I'm afraid it's still like a wild dog?

As a result, Taoist Baili kicked open the coffin lid and told him to go to the past!

How to avoid leaving him dumbfounded?
Is this Yan Kaiyan?
Is this the master of Yuanshen?
"Everyone! Everyone! Welcome to my banquet!" Bailisong looked at his fellow Taoists and cursed them a few times, then vented his anger and spoke loudly.

"There is certainly great terror between life and death, but I don't think there is anything terrifying about it."

"It's actually quite fun!"

"I have been cultivating to be an immortal for my whole life, but I gave up these few days and let myself go. How can I not be happy?" Baili Song made a perverse argument.

"Bah! It's obviously you, an old bastard, who can't become an immortal! I also want to become an immortal!" Yuanyu Sanren spat at Bailisong.

Just now he said, "Daoyou Baili, you go first! I will come to find you in a few years!"

He was the first one to cry. "My disciples! Bring me some wine. I am very happy today. I will not leave until I am drunk with you fellow Taoists!" Bai Lisong turned around and stood back in the coffin.

"How joyful it is to drink and sing."

However, "Inexplicably" was well prepared. As they raised their hands slightly, jars of fine wine flew from the depths of the cave and landed in front of the guests' tables.

There was also a jar in front of Xu Shun.

"Everyone, drink with me!"

"It's incomprehensible." The four men lifted the white jade coffin. Bailisong stood inside the coffin, holding a jar of wine in his hand and said.

He had one foot on the coffin, as if he was stepping on death!

As he spoke, cheerful music started playing.

"Dry!"

After that, Bailisong took the jar of wine and drank it up until the whole jar was finished.

"Hahaha~ How refreshing!" Bailisong laughed heartily. He looked around and said, "Let me see who hasn't finished drinking and who is raising goldfish?"

"Who's raising fish? I'm going to drink up all the wine in your cave, and then spread rumors everywhere, saying that you, an old man, won't even let me drink wine."

"What rumors? We can prove that you are telling the truth!"

"What testimony? It's obviously the truth! Bailisong is a miser!"

Several Taoists were influenced by Bailisong's heroic smile. They drank up the wine in their glasses and started to make a fuss, saying that Bailisong was a miser.

"That's right! That's right! Baili old man is a miser!"

"Not only is he a miser, he's also a big asshole!"

"Yes, yes! You hit the nail on the head!"

Led by Lan Dao Ren, some people joined in calling Bailisong a big idiot!

"Wine! Of course I have some!" Bai Lisong stood in the coffin and laughed, "My disciples, let me fight with you uncles!"

"Let them admit defeat with conviction!"

Then, Xu Shun saw four people carrying a coffin "for no apparent reason" amidst the cheerful music.

The coffin was shaking, and inside it stood Bailisong holding a jar of wine.

The impact of that scene was like the black people carrying a coffin seen in my previous life.

However, the black people used to carry the coffins for the dead, while the one they were carrying was a living person who could drink.

It is really……

Xu Shun couldn't find a suitable adjective either.

Whenever Bailisong came before a guest, he would pick up the jar of wine, clink glasses with the guest, and then drink it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, he threw the jar of wine on the ground with a "bang".

The posture doesn't seem like that of a pure and ascetic monk, but rather a heroic knight in the martial arts world.

Everyone will die eventually. Even if they are immortal, is it really true that they will not die?

Among those immortal immortals and those ordinary people who live long lives, how many of them can still make jokes about themselves before they die?
Can you drink so generously?

Looking blankly at Bailisong, Xu Shun asked himself, I'm afraid... it's also difficult to do.

He doesn't care about life and death, loves fun and is a heroic person. No wonder Taoist Lan is willing to call Bailisong "Brother Taoist"!
Bailisong drank jar after jar of liquor while staggering in his coffin, and the coffin was even shaking from drinking.

Afterwards, Lan Daoren started singing, and Bailisong and the guests started singing loudly again.

What are the sayings "I urge you to drink another cup of wine, for you will have no friends in the sky." "There is a path for cultivation in the green mountains, and the bright moon is never in two places." "At dusk, when I wake up from the wine, I have already left, and the sky is full of wind and rain as I descend from the west building."

Xu Shun didn't understand, but he could tell that they sang very badly.

Men, no matter where they are, will sing after drinking.

Also, Fatty Blue, you said you can’t sing!

You are the one who takes the lead in singing, you have the loudest voice, and you sing the worst!

(End of this chapter)