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Yongdang is hidden in the deep alleys of the city, with the wooden door ajar and the oil lamp always burning. Its shape has not changed for thousands of years. The smoke of gunpowder has not entered Yongdang's door, and the gods of heaven have not intervened to stop it. There is no salvation, no providence, no protection in this world. The iron laws of heaven remained the same, and the gods looked on with cold eyes. The sufferings in the world are all caused by human beings themselves. Shen Huai stands quietly in the center of the hall forever, his appearance has not changed for thousands of years, he is neither old nor dead, neither sad nor happy, and does not move at all. The sound of artillery outside the pass was deafening, and the people were wailing all over the fields. Mountains and rivers are divided again, and troubled times pile up one after another. The lifelong obsession with maintaining peace and prosperity for China and its people has never dissipated. But the three poisons have not been eliminated. The troubled times are not over yet. Youhuang is still there. The great darkness has awakened. Always keep the door open. Obsession pawns in this world never stop. The Longhushan talisman outside the gate is still burning. The shadow inside the door is swelling. The dragon vein seal is almost exhausted. The last main dragon vein is still somewhere in the world, but mortals don't know its existence, and they don't know whether the next one they pawn will be the last lock.