Passing on the Tao through the Magic Fan: The Tempering and Inheritance of the Taoist Heart Deep in the mist-shrouded mountains, there stood an ancient Taoist temple quietly. The walls of the temple were covered with vines of time, and the blue tiles were mottled with moss, exuding an ancient simplicity and tranquility that had witnessed the vicissitudes of the years. Inside the temple lived a highly respected Taoist priest, whose Taoist name was Xuanfeng. He had a thin face, and his...
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