In the end of the Dharma era when spiritual energy was exhausted, Chen Mo was a lonely cultivator in Jiangcheng Old Street. He was on the third floor of Qi refining, guarding his ancestral home and a miniature spiritual vein underground that was about to dry up. During the day, he was an ordinary clerk in a second-hand bookstore; at night, he studied fragments of books and searched hard in the corners of the city. When the old street that carries memory and heritage faces demolition, the shadow of bulldozers and the heavy pressure of developers come at the same time. He must use his humble cultivation and the cave heritage left by Qingshi San people to fight for a glimmer of life for this street and this "home" in the gap between the rules of the steel forest and the dusty history. This is a silent collision between modern rules and ancient orthodoxy. It is also a lonely person's persistence in the "roots" and "Tao" in the torrent of the times.
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After reading this book, it is like experiencing a spiritual feast, and every detail is worth savoring.
After reading this book, it is like experiencing a spiritual feast, and every detail is worth savoring.