Three measures of liquor, each a different shade of green bamboo, were poured into cups and set before Su-Otto-Lin, Su-Sanzang-Lin, and Su-Heaven-Abandoning-Emperor-Lin.
Having one shared consciousness has its perks. I get to enjoy this three times over. But if my doubles had independent minds, I could send the other two to work and have them support me.
Su Sanzang idly swirled the crystal glass in his right hand as the thought crossed his mind.
The liquor slipped down his throat and instantly turned into a cloud of mist.
Ripples of time spread outward from each drinker, stirring an irresistible longing for the golden years when life had felt whole and beautiful.
"A sigh for years gone by: Drunken Years."
True Immortal Beiwǔ wore a white robe, his attire immaculate. After completing each distinctive gesture of etiquette with meticulous care, he asked Su Lin, "Are you all satisfied with this cup of Drunken Years?"
The three nodded and answered in turn.
"It reminded this poor monk of my time in the Daughter Kingdom."
"It reminded me of rushing trees."
"It reminded me of destroying the Divine Land."
True Immortal Beiwǔ stared at the air around the three of them for a while, then smiled helplessly.
He instructed a Great Vow Envoy, "Prepare one—no, three portions of Drunken Years for our honored guests to take home."
"If you weren't pulling these crooked tricks, this poor monk would want to burn yellow paper with you and swear brotherhood." For the first time, Su Lin felt the full regret of the saying: You could have been a fine person—why become a thief?
Who didn't like a wealthy man with tact? He even tripled the gifts. He was practically farming Su Lin's favor.
Of course—
After learning about the sinister, overbearing Great Vow Dharma, most