The First Cause of All Realms

too late!

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At the same time as his voice was revealed, there seemed to be a blue light flickering in Yang Yu's eyes.

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stab~

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The violent friction of electric light, combined with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, erupted in an instant.

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hum!

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At this moment, the tiger demon's heart froze. It wasn't the chill of a sudden crisis, but the real chill of a sudden drop in the middle of winter!

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The cold snap was so severe that in an instant, he felt as if he had returned to the snowy night when his mother was hunted when he was a child.

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Not just tiger demons.

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The moment Yang Yu raised his fists, all the warriors from the rivers and lakes on the screen inside and outside the wasteland felt a chill in their hearts, and they had the terrifying illusion of falling into the ice cave naked.

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The cold winter will not come suddenly, and everyone present is not afraid of the severe cold even if it is not immune to the cold and heat.

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The reason for this delusion is because,

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"Wu Sheng's will!"

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Such thoughts flashed through the mind of the monk quit killing.

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In the distance, with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants, under the impetus of Yuan Magnetic, the punch that was so close to being unable to respond was also like a meteor, hitting the huge tiger's head!

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Boom!

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A low-pitched, but loud enough noise that no one could ignore, spread out together with the air wave that suddenly exploded in mid-air.

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"Roar!"

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The tiger demon's eyes were congested with blood, and the pain was excruciating.

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Since he attained the Tao, even if he fought against Bodhidharma, he had never felt such severe pain.

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At this moment, he only felt that his blood, skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and hair would be crushed by a huge force!

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However, with such a huge force, he couldn't even fly upside down and retreat.

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Because that withered palm firmly held him!

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"Dharma!"

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The tiger demon screamed bitterly, and the blood in the seven orifices spurted out together with the brain.

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A punch, but not a punch.

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Between the lightning and flint, before the tiger demon screamed mournfully, Yang Yu had already punched twenty-three consecutive punches in the midst of the surging tide of ghosts!

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It's not Tyrant Boxing, Divine Boxing, or Tiangang Boxing, which is not a beginner's learning, but it was first formed by integrating all kinds of boxing thoughts with the Four Signs of Heaven.

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Four Elephants Boxing!

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Boom!

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The fist strength erupted in an instant, and under everyone's attention, the huge body of the tiger monster, like a water bag that was suddenly pierced, spewed out a large foul-smelling blood mist.

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But the moment the blood mist was sprayed out, it turned into ice crystals, as if even the blood was frozen by fist intent.

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"Pfft!"

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He landed heavily, coughing up blood, and the breath of the tiger demon disappeared with the escape of the ghost, and it had already fallen to the bottom of the valley.

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boom!

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At the same time, a phantom figure, under the hammer blow of such a huge force, was squeezed out from the vicious wind that lingered around the tiger demon!

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"Amitabha!"

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"Amitabha!"

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Two Buddha names, in no particular order, and two figures fell on the wasteland in no particular order.

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The same thin and dark body, the same thin body, the only difference is that one person has a ring scar on his head, and the other is full of pigtails.

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"Ancestor!"

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Seeing the old monk in gray, the monks headed by Xu Jing from Dachan Temple were all shocked and approached.

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Only Jie Sha and Xu Jing stood there, looking at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

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In the past seven months, this old monk has been by their side, but they have no doubts at all.

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At this time, he suddenly woke up, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

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"Brahma Ruyi? It was you..."

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Yang let out a mouthful of turbid breath, Yang Yu shook his palm, Zijin swallowing evil treasure gourd had reached its limit, so he had to let the rest of the ghosts disperse.

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Looking at the old monk with pigtails, he couldn't help but congeal.

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Before fighting the tiger demon, he had already faintly sensed the prying eyes of another breath, and the conversation before the attack also had the intention of looking for this person.

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But he didn't think that the person behind this was actually Brahma Ruyi?

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After thinking about this, he realized in his heart why Bodhidharma didn't show up for more than two years, but after the tiger demon appeared, he passed the sound.

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I'm afraid, I also noticed the trace of Brahma Ruyi.

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"It's been more than two years in the fantasy realm, but you have made progress again? It seems that the old man still underestimates you..."

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His eyes swept across Yang Prison, and he commented casually. Fan Ruyi's gaze had already fallen on the unremarkable old monk in gray.

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Putting his hands together, he bowed slightly:

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"The little monk Brahma Ruyi has seen the big monk."

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"Patriarch, this person..."

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A monk approached excitedly and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old monk in gray waving his hand.

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"Van Ruyi?"

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Chewing the name of the person who came, Bodhidharma's eyes were clear:

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"Unexpectedly, there will be monks who follow the path of 'Brahma and I' in later generations. It is respectable, but sad."

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Hearing this, Brahma Ruyi seemed curious:

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"Where is the sadness?"

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"The unity of heaven and man is to use the sky as a mirror to reflect oneself, to seek external things, and to achieve self-transcendence. Brahma and self are one..."

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Speaking of which, Dharma shook his head slightly:

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"You take Brahma Ruyi as your name. Thinking about it, you have established your own Buddhist kingdom in later generations?"

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"Of course."

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Brahma nodded:

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"Two thousand years later, little monks will lead one-third of the world, hundreds of millions of good men and women in the country, and 34,000 temples will worship me as a Buddha..."

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"Evil devil heresy!"

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Hearing this, an old monk couldn't help but refute:

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"Patriarch Mingjian, that Dali is called Buddha Land, but it's actually a Demon Land! Tianlun Temple divides all living beings into different classes, and there is no idea that all living beings are equal. People in the temple dare to call Buddha..."

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"All beings are equal?"

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Before Bodhidharma spoke, Brahma Ruyi already laughed:

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"So that the great monk knows that the Zen branches of Dachan Temple, Immeasurable Sect, Lanke Temple, etc. in the later generations all swallowed hundreds of millions of Buddhist fields and raised countless serfs in captivity. Among them, the luxurious places are no less than my Eternal Tianlun Temple, and even, there are still past…”

"shut up!"

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Hearing this, even the other monks who were afraid of his martial arts couldn't help but refuted them one after another.

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Xu Jing wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut.

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Yang Yu didn't care about the monk's arguing. After Bodhidharma appeared, he took a few steps back, staring at the dying tiger demon and feeling himself.

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There are tens of thousands of ghosts, and Rao has the help of the Suppressing Evil Seal, and the Zijin Swallowing Evil Gourd is still pushed to the limit.

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Requires refining.

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"Amitabha..."

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A Buddha's horn suppressed all the noises, Bodhidharma's eyes swept over, and all the monks lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

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Only a few monks from Fulong Temple looked at him calmly.

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Seeing this, the old monk's eyes became a little more colorful:

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"In the past, when the Dachan Temple was established, the monks once passed down the precepts, scriptures, and martial arts. I once thought that the younger monks could abide by the precepts and study the scriptures, have a clear mind, and then practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies..."

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Sighing slightly, Bodhidharma said a little more, and only looked at Brahma Ruyi lightly:

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"Since you call yourself a Buddha, why do you search for me, an old monk who has been dead for many years?"

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"The monk is too modest."

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Brahma lowered his eyes, and his attitude was respectful:

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"The Venerable Zizai was also a teacher of all Buddhas. Although the great monk is not as good as the younger monk, he has some merits..."

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"Extremely arrogant!"

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At this time, even the old monks rebooting, Xu Jing, etc., also changed their expressions suddenly.

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"Brahman Ruyi, even if you are promoted to the rank of Martial Saint, how can you compare with the Patriarch? You claim to be a Buddha, what are the benefits to the world of Buddhism, and you dare to make such wild words?"

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"Hahaha~"

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Before the voices of several people fell, Fan Ruyi couldn't help laughing out loud.

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"you!"

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The monks were furious.

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"Everyone is respectful before and after, it's funny to think about it!"

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Fan Ruyi shook his head slightly:

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"I don't know the great monk, how do you feel when you see your inheritance like this? Do you feel sad that the inheritance has been cut off?"

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"They are not inherited from monks."

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Many monks were already frightened and angry, and when they heard this, even Xu Jing couldn't help but panic.

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"Patriarch, don't listen to his side words!"

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"Ancestor!"

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'Hula La' fell to his knees, and the monk's expression was terrified and bitter, which was extremely difficult to see.

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"Dachan Temple is the place where monks comprehend Taoism and practice, Wuliang Mountain is the place where monks pass by and rest, and Fulong Mountain is the place where monks slay demons...

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But the inheritance of monks is not one person, one mountain, one faction..."

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The old monk looked calm:

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"Those who keep the precepts, study the scriptures, and hold the martial arts are all my inheritance! As you said, Dachan Temple in later generations is no longer a place for cultivation, and Lanke Temple is also a place to hide and hide.

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But in the world, there is only one person who maintains the precepts and practices asceticism. That monk, I, will never end my inheritance! "

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"Amitabha."

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Seeing his normal expression, Brahma Ruyi was a little moved, and folded his hands again:

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"To be honest with the great monk, the younger monk has practiced for two hundred years, and there is no one who can learn from it in ancient times and modern times. Here, I am going to discuss the Tao with the great monk."

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While speaking, he bowed and stepped back:

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"Three months later, in Dafo Mountain, the little monk waits for the big monk to drive..."

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Before the voice fell, the person was gone.

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Even a great master like Xu Jing and Ji Shou, who has accumulated years of experience, was unable to capture the trajectory of his retreat, only Yang Yu frowned.

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The last time we met, he was probably injured, or maybe it was Emperor Qianheng's constraints. The threat this old monk gave him was far from being so great.

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Or, during this time, has he improved again?

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"Ancestor..."

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"O Patriarch, Disciple Rong..."

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"Slander, that Brahma is like one..."

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…

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In the wasteland, all the monks were panic-stricken, especially the monks in Dachan Temple, who kept kowtowing.

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These words are really too heavy, as strong as emptiness, and they can't take it easy. It almost kicks him out of the door...

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But no matter what they said or how they kowtowed, Bodhidharma didn't realize it, just staring at the back of Brahma Ruyi's departure.

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After a long, long time, he turned around, and without looking at the disciples, he walked to Yang Prison.

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At this time, Yang Yu was cleaning up the tiger demon that had just died.

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This Shanjun, who can urge tens of thousands of ghosts, is indeed much stronger than the tree demon. However, no matter whether he has the Yuan magnetism or Kuixing, he is extremely restrained from this demon.

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So much so that he had to spend a lot of time fighting against the tree demon, but it was much easier for him to fight with this mountain lord.

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Bodhidharma turned around, and the monk wanted to follow, but he didn't dare, so he had to watch from a distance. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

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The old monk, on the other hand, didn't care at all and asked:

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"Master Yang, can this person's meritorious deeds be considered the first in future generations?"

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"First?"

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Yang Prison thought about it:

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"Should not be in the top three."

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"In this way, the future generations are much better than the present..."

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The old monk was a little moved:

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"Before sitting down, Lao Na was just like him, maybe even worse..."

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"The times are different, how to compare?"

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Yang Yu shook his head.

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"The donor doesn't need to be comforted. It's meaningless in terms of strength compared to monks..."

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Saying that, Bodhidharma glanced at a group of monks in the distance.

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All he cares about is inheritance.

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"Master Yang, I can't come out of this illusion, and I can't tell the truth from the fake. Please verify it on your behalf..."

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"What if it's true?"

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"If it's true...then, there will be a patron to clean up the door..."

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Recommends the book "The Fruit of the Dao of Killing": Longevity wine is foul-smelling, and the fruit of killing is bitter.

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