The Lord of Taihang Taoism in the Heart of the Mountains and Rivers

On the night when the Jin soldiers massacred the village, fourteen-year-old Xu Qinghe crawled out from among the dead. My parents are gone, my family is gone. There was only a half-cut knife in his hand. In the ruined temple, the evil spirit strangled him by the neck - a golden light exploded in his heart, and the evil spirit was wiped out. That light is called Wenmai. There was an evil cultivator named Xuan Ying who slaughtered the entire Shangqing sect for him. Everyone said he was a loser: he had no spiritual roots and his meridians were blocked. But he didn't believe it. At the age of sixteen, he drove away the golden soldiers with a sword on the wall of Taiyuan City. At the age of twenty-one, he broke into Lin'an at night and beheaded the Black Wind Ancestor. At the age of eighty, he traveled throughout the Western Regions, Mobei, Nanzhao, and the East China Sea, reconnecting the broken cultural context of the world one by one. But he didn't protect everyone. After the victory in Yancheng, Yue Shuai was recalled with twelve gold medals. On New Year's Eve, he knelt outside the prison and heard four words coming from inside - "The sun is shining brightly." From then on, he never asked "What is the use of cultivating Taoism?" He only does one thing: Protect those who should be protected and catch the fallen flag. There is no golden finger, no overnight success. Only a group of desperate Taoist priests spent eighty years of blood and fire to grind out two words—— "Protected." Click on it to see how a young man who crawled out from the dead gradually ascended to the position of immortality. "The Word is under your feet. If you do it, you will have it."