One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Night falls.

Above Longhu Mountain, countless stars twinkle.

The Celestial Master's Mansion, solemn and dignified during the day, now presents a different scene.

In the front square, a huge bonfire was burning brightly, with orange flames shooting up three or four meters high, illuminating the surrounding ancient trees and buildings in a flickering light.

To welcome the extraordinary individuals and heroes who had traveled from afar, the Celestial Master's Mansion specially hosted this welcoming bonfire banquet.

The air was filled with a strong aroma of cumin and chili powder, the unique fragrance of grilled meat fat dripping onto the charcoal fire, mixed with the rich aroma of aged liquor, which went straight to the nostrils.

The usually quiet and peaceful Taoist holy site now resembles a bustling night market.

The sounds of drinking games, toasts, and boasting rose and fell, merging into a massive wave of noise that nearly lifted the walls around the square.

"Come on! Drink! Five champions! Six six six!"

"This is the vegetarian food at Longhu Mountain? Why is it all meat? But... it smells delicious!"

"Hey, have you heard? Quite a few ruthless people have come to this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony..."

The crowd was bustling, sitting in small groups around the long table.

But beyond all this noise, in a dark corner at the very edge of the square.

A figure was squatting next to a long table in the self-service food area, moving so fast that only a blur could be seen.

It was Zhang Taichu, who had changed into a slightly cleaner Taoist robe.

At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the awe-inspiring demeanor he displayed during the day?

He was holding a golden-brown roast chicken in his left hand and a jar of unopened old wine in his right, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

"Hmm... this chicken isn't roasted properly, it's too dry."

Zhang Taichu chewed while mumbling indistinctly:

"They added too much salt; it's unbearably salty."

Although he was picky with his words, he didn't slow down his eating speed at all.

Click.

With a crisp snap, he bit off the thigh bone of the roast chicken, and swallowed it whole, skin, meat, and bone, in just a few bites.

He reached out and broke the mud seal on the wine jar, tilting his head back without even using a bowl.

Glug, glug, glug.

Amber-colored liquor dripped from the corner of his mouth, wetting the Taoist robe on his chest.

"ha--"

Zhang Taichu let out a long breath, wiped the grease from his mouth, and showed a sense of satisfaction that only came after he had eaten and drunk his fill in this era.

"Although the technique is a bit outdated, this wine is quite old."

He squinted, let out a burp, and reached for the remaining half of the roasted lamb leg on the plate on the table.

For someone who had been in seclusion in a cave for sixty years and had only been able to fill their stomachs with a few cold steamed buns for the past few days, everything before them was simply paradise.

No matter what grand ceremony or major event in the world of extraordinary people, at this moment, nothing is as real as the sizzling, oily piece of mutton in my hand.

Not far away, in the shade of a large tree.

Zhang Chulan was holding a skewer of grilled gluten and looking over here cautiously.

Feng Baobao was squatting next to him, still holding the same cucumber she never used to hold.

"Sister Bao'er, look at that Taoist priest sweeping the floor..."

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and pointed to Zhang Taichu, who was wolfing down his food in the corner:

"This eating... anyone who didn't know better would think the Celestial Master's Mansion was abusing its employees. This guy must be a reincarnated starving ghost!"

Feng Baobao took a bite of cucumber and stared blankly at the other side:

"He's so hungry."

"Of course, I could tell he was hungry too."

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes and shrank back:

"But this guy is strange. He looks so scary during the day, but at night he's like a beggar. He doesn't have the airs of a master at all."

"Xu San and Xu Si told me to stay away from this person."

As Zhang Chulan spoke, he took two steps back, afraid of being noticed by the lurking figure in the corner:

"Let's find somewhere else to eat, lest he gets hungry and grills us too."

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to slip away.

A sudden burst of shrill laughter broke the tranquility of the corner.

"Hahaha! Look, brother! There's a starving ghost over there!"

At the next table, several young men, their faces flushed and necks red from drinking, were pointing at Zhang Taichu and laughing so hard they were doubled over.

These men were wearing floral shirts, had dragon and tiger tattoos on their bodies, and dyed their hair in various colors; they looked like the kind of low-class eccentrics who mingled in the streets.

The one in the lead, with striking yellow hair, stood up unsteadily, holding a half-empty bottle of beer.

He was a lackey of the group from Xiaotaoyuan in Tianjin, and usually just a bully who used others to intimidate him.

Today, fueled by alcohol and wanting to show off in front of the girls I just met, my arrogance immediately kicked in.

"Hey! You Taoist priest!"

The blond-haired man let out a burp, pointed at Zhang Taichu, and shouted:

"Have you never eaten meat in your past lives? Is the Celestial Master's Mansion so poor that they can't even afford to eat? Why would they send out a beggar like you to embarrass themselves?"

That shout was extremely loud.

The strange people at the surrounding tables who were drinking and playing drinking games stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.

"Hey, isn't that the guy who sweeps the floor?"

"I heard he's quite imposing during the day, how come he's like this at night?"

"Sigh, I guess it was just a coincidence during the day. Look at the way he ate; he doesn't look like a monk at all!"

Discussions arose.

however.

Zhang Taichu, the person involved, seemed to be deaf.

He didn't even turn his head, remaining with his back to everyone, concentrating on the lamb leg in his hand.

tear.

He tore off a large piece of mutton and put it in his mouth, chewing it heartily.

Completely ignored.

This blatant disregard made the blond-haired guy, who had originally wanted to show off, blush instantly.

He felt that the people around him were looking at him with a hint of mockery, as if they were looking at a clown.

"Oh shit……"

Huang Mao cursed and slammed the bottle he was holding onto the table.

"That stinky Taoist priest, he doesn't know what's good for him."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a dragon pattern on his arm that looked impressive but was actually just a temporary tattoo, and swayed as he walked toward Zhang Taichu.

"Hey, Huang Mao, let it go, he's from Longhu Mountain."

A companion nearby whispered a word of advice.

What's wrong with the people of Longhu Mountain?

The blond-haired man stiffened his neck and raised his voice even louder, clearly intending to be heard by those around him:

"Just because someone from Longhu Mountain doesn't mean they can be rude? I tried to talk to him, and he pretended to be deaf and dumb. Who does he think he is?"

As he spoke, he darted behind Zhang Taichu and reached out to pat Zhang Taichu's shoulder.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Just as his hand was about to touch the tattered Taoist robe.

Zhang Taichu's body turned slightly to the side.

Snapped.

The blond-haired man's hand missed its target, and he staggered forward due to inertia, almost falling headfirst into a trash can full of chicken bones.

"puff……"

A burst of suppressed laughter came from the surrounding area.

The blond-haired man scrambled to his feet, his face, which reeked of alcohol, turning a deep liver color in an instant.

Shame, anger, and the effects of alcohol caused the bloodshot veins in his eyes to burst out instantly.

He turned around abruptly and stared intently at the figure who was still drinking by himself.

"Okay, okay...you can do it."

Huang Mao nodded through gritted teeth and casually picked up a large bowl of unfinished liquor from the table next to him.

The bowl was about the size of a washbasin, and it was filled with strong liquor.

"Since you enjoy drinking so much, then I'll treat you to as much as you like!"

With a sinister grin, the blond-haired man, carrying a large bowl of wine, approached Zhang Taichu once more.

Seeing this from a distance, Zhang Chulan dropped the grilled gluten in his hand with a thud.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Chulan's eye twitched violently, and he instinctively tried to hide behind Feng Baobao:

"This guy... took the wrong path."

"Is it tired of living and wants to be reincarnated?"

Feng Baobao remained expressionless, only slowing down her cucumber-eating pace slightly, her large eyes fixed intently on the wine bowl in Huang Mao's hand.

"That's fine wine, what a pity."

A corner of the buffet area.

Huang Mao had already stood behind Zhang Taichu.

Looking at the Taoist priest who was completely unsuspecting and still drinking heavily, a vengeful glint flashed in the blond-haired man's eyes.

"Hey, beggar!"

The blond-haired man roared:

"I'll treat you to some wine, sir! Don't just eat meat!"

Before he could finish speaking...

He suddenly flipped his wrist.

wow-

A large bowl of strong liquor, with a pungent smell of alcohol, was poured over Zhang Taichu's head!

The crystal-clear liquor traced an ungraceful arc in the air, refracting tiny sparkles in the firelight.

Standing not far away, Zhang Chulan felt the hairs on his body stand on end when he saw the scene before him.

A sense of dread, originating from the depths of one's soul, surged up the spine and straight to the top of the head.

"It's over."

Zhang Chulan's lips turned pale, and he muttered to himself:

"This guy is going to walk far away."