After waking up, he found himself as an utterly ordinary black tea tree beneath Buzhou Mountain in the primordial wilderness?
No Pangu Axe at his side, no innate supreme treasure claiming him as its master, and no Primordial Violet Qi falling from the sky.
Qing Xuan stayed calm.
Fighting and killing? Scheming for supremacy? That wasn't his Dao.
All he wanted was to quietly bask in the sun, sip some dew, and, while he was at it... observe history.
So when Nuwa molded clay into humans, he quietly absorbed a wisp of the lingering power of creation nearby;
when the Witch and Demon clans clashed in a battle that shook heaven and earth, he silently guarded a spark of humanity in the valley;
when the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors struggled to build civilization from the ground up, the fragrance of his tea quietly kindled the wisdom of civilization;
when the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods filled the world with baleful energy, his teahouse became a rare haven amid the conflict;
when the journey to the West was beset by one upheaval after another, a cup of his clear tea revealed the true hearts of the four pilgrims...
With tea as his lens, he observed the mysteries of heaven and earth, savored the myriad flavors of mortal life, and understood his own true nature.
He lived from ancient times to the Journey to the West, witnessing the rise of sages, the fall of mighty beings, and the cycles of countless calamities.
He wasn't the protagonist of any calamity, but he witnessed every legend from behind the scenes;
he might not lift a finger, but when he did, he entered the Dao through tea, nourishing all things without a sound.
This is the story of a conniving... no, a gentle and kind innate spirit root, and how, in the magnificent Primordial World, he used “tea” as his medium to follow the Dao of “seeing heaven and earth, seeing all beings, and seeing oneself,” ultimately uniting knowledge with action and proving the Dao through tea to achieve an undying path beyond that of the Heavenly Dao Sages.
This is a cup of Primordial tea to be savored in quiet contemplation, infused with the energy of creation and steeped in the Daoist resonance of the ages.
Come see how a little tea tree brews... no, comprehends the entire Primordial World!
It's okay, I just don't understand why I didn't take away the 12th-grade Pure World White Lotus.
The clear stream of the great wasteland.
The Tao is always there, always there.
The book is a good book, but in the ancient times, there were no saints to back it up, and only Yuanzi, the Earthly Immortal Town, was left, so he knew how dangerous it was.
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