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There is a broken Taoist temple deep in the mountains called Guixu Temple.
There are two people living in the Taoist temple: an old Taoist priest and a little girl.
The old Taoist priest said that this craft has been passed down for many generations, and only one person in each generation.
The little girl asked, what generation am I from?
The old Taoist priest said, I don't know. The classics were burned and no one remembered them.
The little girl asked again, who should I pass it on to in the future?
The old Taoist priest was silent for a long time and said, there is no future. When it comes to you, it's time to stop.
The little girl was dissatisfied and said, why?
The old Taoist priest looked at her with complicated eyes.
"Because every generation of descendants of Guixuguan will not live to be fifty years old."
The little girl was stunned.
Her name is Lin Xunxia.
That year, she was seven years old.
She was thinking at that time, what kind of nonsense is this? She doesn't even have five insurances and one housing fund, and her life is going to be shortened?
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