My grandfather forced me to read the Book of Changes and practice Baguazhang every day, saying that this was the golden finger left by my ancestors.
I always thought he was an old magician. It wasn't until my deskmate was possessed by an evil spirit and my grandfather hit thunder with a cigarette stick that I was completely confused.
Only then did I discover that the school was built on a mass grave, my classmates were being tempted to sacrifice in their dreams, and the weird "Essential Art of Enlightenment" began to circulate on the Internet...
When the global spiritual power revives, alien monsters arrive, and others wake up in a hurry, but behind me stands the inheritance of the entire Chinese ancestors.
Taoist Master Shouxin looked at the Qi condensed in my palms, and his voice trembled: "Fellow Taoist, is this the lost Hunyuan Baguazhang passed down in your family?"
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The writing is very good. Is the author a real Taoist priest?
The writing is very good. Is the author a real Taoist priest?