"Huh???"
"Wine but no meat??"
Hearing Jieyin and Zhunti say this, Daochen froze.
Wine but no meat? Was that really something a founding patriarch of the Western Religion should say?
Didn't you two refuse even a drop of wine before?
"Bring us meat! Bring us meat!"
Whether they were drunk or simply enjoying themselves too much, Jieyin and Zhunti draped their arms around Goumang's neck and shouted.
Goumang was thoroughly drunk too. Without another word, he picked up a piece of dragon meat from the table before him and tossed it to Jieyin and Zhunti.
Of course, this was not meat from a pureblood Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, something exceedingly rare in the Primordial World. It was merely meat from some mixed-blood dragons.
The Four Sea Dragon Kings had presented it to Daochen as tribute.
Daochen found it off-putting and could not be bothered to eat it, so he had brought it out to entertain his guests.
Jieyin and Zhunti, however, cared about none of that. They took the dragon meat and tore into it.
"Mmm, fine wine and fine meat!"
Jieyin and Zhunti were carried away by the feast. Between great gulps of wine and enormous mouthfuls of meat, they could not resist voicing their praise now and then.
The Buddhist Sect disciples from Mount Sumeru who had followed Jieyin and Zhunti to the Heavenly Court were utterly stunned by this scene.
Were these really their venerable patriarchs?
Their patriarchs drank wine and ate meat too?
Hadn't they said that wine and meat were impure indulgences, and that members of the Buddhist Sect should keep their six senses pure and shun such things?
Though these thoughts ran through their minds, they watched Jieyin and Zhunti reveling in their meal.
These Buddhist Sect disciples began seriously questioning their lives.
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