
Melting Bones
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Lin Dusheng had just turned sixteen when the bronze door of Tianji Pavilion opened. Master said that everything in the world has bones, mountains and rivers have dragon bones, rivers have blood veins, and human hearts have dark chambers. Cultivation is not about borrowing life from heaven, but about borrowing bones from all things. He embedded the last bone seed of his master into the palm of his hand, and from then on he could hear the whisper of the stone, the breath of the broken sword, and the resentment buried in the dry well for three hundred years. But the bone art line has long since withered, and the world does not believe in animism, but only believes in gold and weapons. Lin Dusheng walked between ruins and prosperity, speaking for the mute stone lions and finding the names of forgotten old objects. Until one day, he touched the backbone of a mountain, and the whole mountain shivered with pain - it was the remains of a giant god who had been buried alive for thousands of years. The bronze door of Tianji Pavilion opened for him for the second time, and the person standing behind the door had exactly the same face as him. All things come into being through bones, and He uses all things to enter the Tao.
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