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Books by 轩辕霸道
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The Constant Register of Parables 恒籍寓鉴
Synopsis of The Book of Constant Records: Tales to Awaken the Mind and Discern the Truth With “drawing wisdom from the classics to illuminate the questions of today” as its guiding principle, this book selects over a hundred classic fables and anecdotes from the various schools of philosophy, historical biographies and notes, and folk tradition. These include “The Frog at the Bottom of the Well” from Zhuangzi, “Making Up the Numbers” from Han Feizi, and “The Man from Qi Who Worried the Sky Would
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Decoding the Secrets of Heaven 天机解码
At a mountain temple in the fading light, an old monk smiles at a spiderweb. The threads may seem fragile, yet in the morning dew they become a dazzling chain of pearls. Is life any different? Every “beginning” is merely a punctuation mark; the true ending lies hidden in countless combinations of zeros and ones. When you learn to see the shadows of zero in times of prosperity and distill the essence of one in times of hardship, you will understand: what people call the secrets of heaven are neve
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The Profiteer's Record of the Mystic Sect 玄门操盘录
He took the old wooden box from his backpack and carefully opened it. The cover of The Secret Records of the Mystic Arts felt rough beneath his fingers, and its pages were yellowed and brittle, clearly belonging to an ancient relic. He gently turned to the first page, where a line of small seal script had been written in ink: “The way of the Mystic Arts connects yin and yang, reads the feng shui, commands fortune, orchestrates the board, and gathers qi and spiritual energy. Only then is it maste
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The Ancient Chronicle of Dahuang 大荒夙纪
The earth in the ammunition storehouse was seeped with a sickly sweetness. Old Dao, a tomb raider, felt his Luoyang shovel suddenly catch in the greenish clay. When he dug it open, moonlight fell upon half of a tattered silk painting. Amid crimson cloud patterns, a silver-haired man hung like the Milky Way, while the woman's robes bore charred traces of fire. Where their fingertips touched, twelve rays of starlight burst forth. "Old Dao, the words on the silk are moving!" Shunzi, his assistant,
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