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Life in Lingjushan was poor, and the head of the family was a woman. She once said that the family had a family tradition and only accepted two disciples in one generation. Unfortunately, I am one of them.
I am a blue lotus raised in the back mountain pond. Because I am close to the study room where my senior brother taught me, and I always listen to the master's sermons, I gained the Taoist heart and became a spirit.
It just so happened that there was chaos at the bottom of the mountain and demons appeared. Master asked us not to go down the mountain but to guard the mountain gate. Unfortunately, I don't know where the devil heard that our Lingjiu Mountain is a shortcut to guard the upper Jiutian, so he came to attack.
The master has died, and the brother's Taoist heart has disappeared. I am the only one guarding the empty spiritual mountain, waiting for the next generation of disciples to come up the mountain.
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[Perhaps it will be expanded into a full-length novel one day (not sure)]
Intention: Calm your mind
