"What an eye-opener!"
Everyone in the Myriad Worlds Tavern was stunned by the scene in front of them. Who would have thought that the dignified Gautama Buddha, an old expert at the peak of the Rank Eight Realm, would actually burst into a drunken frenzy in front of so many people at the banquet?
At the same time, everyone looked at Patriarch Subhuti in a different way. How much did he bully Gautama Buddha? How many grievances did he have to bury in his heart for him to lose his composure like this?
At the banquet, there were shop owners, all the employees of the Myriad World Tavern, the wealthiest, strongest, and most influential customers of the Myriad World Tavern. There were also many customers watching the live broadcast. Gautama Buddha burst into tears and completely lost his composure.
If he had no grievances in his heart, Gautama Buddha wouldn't have burst into tears even if he was drunk.
"Don't cry anymore, Gautama Buddha. Go back and rest early."
Patriarch Subhuti looked embarrassed.
As an itinerant cultivator who lived in seclusion in Aparagodānīya, Patriarch Subhuti's temperament was absolutely transcendent and tranquil. Apart from the occasional shock when he entered Wanjie Lou, his emotions usually didn't fluctuate too much.
Now, however, he was greatly embarrassed. He had never felt so embarrassed before and had the urge to leave early.
"I won't go, I won't go … Waah … I won't listen to you, bad guy, I still want to drink … Waah … Give me wine …"
Tathagata Buddha tried to push Patriarch Subhuti's hand away. Unfortunately, he was so drunk that he had no strength left in his body. He couldn't move Patriarch Subhuti's hand at all. Instead, he used up all his strength and collapsed onto the ground.
"Master Subhuti, you hit me, you hit me again … I won't be with you again … Wuuuuuuuuuu …"
Gautama Buddha fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, crying loudly.
Patriarch Subhuti: "…"
Everyone was speechless.
"Gautama Buddha isn't the only one who drank the Grandmist Spirit Wine, right?"
Meng Hao, Han Li, and the others looked at Gautama Buddha who was rolling on the ground and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
The Grandmist Spirit Wine was a tenth-tier spirit wine. Even the Buddhist Ancestor Tathagata could not resist the temptation, not to mention others.
Before Gautama Buddha drank the grandmist spiritual wine, he definitely didn't know that he would get drunk after drinking the grandmist spiritual wine. He didn't know that he would lose his composure after drinking the grandmist spiritual wine. It was no different from an ordinary drunk person.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the sound of a palm colliding with the table was heard.
"You useless Gautama Buddha, hurry up and get up. Don't embarrass our Buddhism."
The monk, whose face was completely red, suddenly slammed the table. His hair stood on end as he pointed at Buddha Tathagata and scolded him.
"I'm not getting up. I'm not getting up. You're a bad guy too. You look down on me too."
When Gautama Buddha heard this, he threw a tantrum on the ground even more violently. He rolled around on the ground as he choked with sobs.
"I'm the Gautama Buddha, sob sob sob sob … I'm the …"
"You're just the Gautama Buddha of a small world. I'm the Gautama Buddha of Wanjie Lou. You have to listen to me … I'm the real Gautama Buddha!"
The sweeping monk walked shakily to the front of Buddha Tathagata, swaying left and right as he spoke loudly.
However, he was too drunk, and his words were intermittent.
"You … Gautama Buddha? You also bullied me. When I become stronger, I'll beat you up too … sob sob sob … "
Gautama Buddha, who was crying loudly, paused for a second, then continued to cry.
"Why am I so unlucky? Everyone bullied me … sob sob … I don't want to live anymore … "
"Get up, get up … It's so embarrassing …"
The monk bent down to pull up Gautama Buddha, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground. Unfortunately, he was also too drunk. Not only did he fail to pull up Gautama Buddha, but he also lost his balance and fell on Gautama Buddha.
"How dare you hit me in Wanjie Lou … sob sob sob … I'll kill you!"
Buddha Tathagata felt a massive object pressing down on his body and discovered that it was the Sweeping Monk lying on top of him. Buddha Tathagata had a furious expression on his face as he roared loudly. His hands grabbed towards the Sweeping Monk's head, wanting to grab his hair.
However, after grabbing several times, he didn't grab anything. Instead, he slipped down and couldn't help but grab the monk's ear.
"Are you trying to take my position as the Gautama Buddha? I won't give it to you …"
The monk was furious. He turned over and rode on Gautama Buddha's body, grabbing Gautama Buddha's chubby face, and said aggressively.
The Buddhists of Shaolin Temple, "…"
The people of Wanjie Lou, "…"
"Ahem … Boss, I'll send them back first."
Among the customers who attended the banquet this time, there was a customer who had a good relationship with the monk. Manager Yu of the Three Realms Mixed Group stood up. His steps were a little weak, but his mind was still clear.
Manager Yu was also drinking the Hongmeng spiritual wine. After drinking it, not only did his mana improve, but his spirit also improved. It was as if he was sublimating, and the special feeling was even more comfortable than the improvement of his cultivation level.
Manager Yu had only drunk half of the Hongmeng spiritual wine in his hand, when he was shocked by Gautama Buddha's sudden loud cries. He immediately put down the wine in his hand.
He couldn't imagine how ugly he would be when he was drunk.
Especially when he saw the Sweeper Monk and Tathagata Buddha fighting each other, he felt even more lucky. He felt a trace of gratitude towards Tathagata Buddha, so he planned to send Tathagata Buddha away when he sent the Sweeper Monk away.
"I won't go, sob sob … I won't go. Do you not want me to attend the banquet too? I want to become stronger … sob sob sob … I want to take revenge. You are also a bad person, I won't go …"
Hearing that Manager Yu was going to take him away, Gautama Buddha let go of the monk's ear, and cried even louder.
Although he was drunk and had no idea what he was doing, Gautama Buddha still didn't want to leave.
It was the same as ordinary people who were drunk. They didn't want to leave the table no matter what.
"Manager Yu, I won't go … You don't know how much pressure I'm under. I want to become stronger, and I want to be the Gautama Buddha of all worlds. I can't let anyone take me away."
The monk pulled Gautama Buddha's fat face long. Seeing Manager Yu walking over, he shook his head repeatedly.
Bang!
"Why are you crying? I'm the one suffering the most. "
Another loud slam on the table sounded. The black-robed Hong Jun, who had been drinking the Grandmist Spiritual Wine with his head lowered, suddenly stood up. His expression was normal, but his body was weak. He screamed and fell down as if he had used up all his strength.
Everyone at the banquet, "…"
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