In the serene Taoist temple, a gentle breeze blows, bringing a touch of tranquility and peace. The disciples sit around the Taoist priest, listening to the sounds of nature and realizing the true meaning of life. At this moment, a gust of wind blows, and flowers fall one after another, like a magnificent rain of flowers, sprinkling on the earth.
The disciple looked at the falling petals,...
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