"Those words are beautifully said. I'll treat you to a drink later."
The monk said, "It's always about drinking. It's just a desire of the palate. I often hear people revel in the intoxication of alcohol, but you never get drunk. The strong liquor flows down your throat, yet it isn't as refreshing as the spring water here. Why do you still drink?"
Upon hearing this, Nezha laughed loudly, "Golden goblet shatters against the mountain's courage, pouring down the Milky Way into my throat. After getting drunk, I'll dare to shatter the Jade Mountain, treading on the Big Dipper to make a silver boat. Monk, if one wishes to be drunk, one can indeed be drunk."
"Perhaps."
The few climbed the steps. Nezha suddenly asked, "Monk, you are knowledgeable. Have you ever heard of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation?"
The monk said, "Why? After seeing the Ten Extremes Formation, you started getting interested in the Jie Sect's arrays?"
Nezha nodded.
