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... t the foot of the mountain.
Upon the tiered bluestone steps, fallen leaves were scattered about.
The autumn wind blew, bringing a surge of chill.
Zhong Shenxiu, in a white robe with a Shura mask on his face, slowly ascended the steps.
"Even the birdsong deepens the seclusion of the mountains..."
He murmured a few lines as he walked, reaching the top of the steps, then caught sight of the ancestral courtyard of the Buddhist Sect.
Yellow walls and re ...
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