Walking slowly through the bamboo forest, I met a wise master who upgraded his gourd to absorb defeated Yaoguai spirits. Pushing forward across a wooden bridge, I confronted a beast. I immobilized ...
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Long down, Bible be paid, now free in ancient sea. Hmm. Have you seen those nameless souls adrift on your path? Their wheels float aloft, never to fade. Shame, your gourd serves little purpose, and mine answer solely to me. way to guide the souls, mend their paths and set them free. It will aid you. This is better. This gourd, though, though humble, Save the lost, banish their obsessions and guide them. For one as destined as you, there can be no turning back. We are like tumblebeads, drifting through life, with a destiny beyond our grasp.