In ancient China, there was a young Taoist priest named Qingfeng. He grew up in a remote mountain Taoist temple, living harmoniously with nature in simple tranquility. Every time the moonlight streamed down, the streams sang softly, and the leaves danced with the wind, Qingfeng would sit quietly beneath an ancient tree, meditating and communing with the universe. He deeply understood that only...
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