Zhiyi was born as a proud son of immortality. When he was five years old, his spiritual root was tested, and a white light rose into the sky. His innate spiritual root in the sky alarmed the whole clan, and he was immediately canonized as a saint and designated as his heir. He built a foundation at the age of seven and entered the world at the age of ten to travel far away, but at the critical moment of attacking the golden elixir, his inner demons came back, his meridians collapsed, and all his thoughts were lost. In the misty forest, a girl in plain clothes stepped out of the forest, using the power of one finger to calm her inner demons and stabilize her spiritual roots. For the rest of her life, she knelt down, kowtowed, and insisted on becoming a disciple. The girl walked the world alone and did not want to accept a disciple, but she finally softened her heart and agreed. From then on, the saintly daughter of the Shangguan family bid farewell to the glitz and glamor of the family, and followed the young master with dull eyebrows into the mountains and plains, refining the Taoist heart and polishing the soul in the daily walking. She didn't tell her where she came from, she didn't ask about her past; she taught her to gaze at the stars, recognize grass, and recognize the texture of the sky and the earth. She followed behind her and walked forward step by step in her footsteps. At the age of thirteen, she returned home and entered the family tree, named Shangguan Rong. She made a promise in front of her ancestors - when I transform into a god, I will protect the Shangguan family forever. This is a story about meeting, following and growing up.
Intention: Those silent companionships are the deepest preaching