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... ppers to Stock Booze, Beer, and Wine Instead of Food Before the Second COVID Spread.

"I've come in peace. I came in peace. I cum in peace. Meh, whatever." Leo shrugged and gazed at the ruined town below.

The city consisted of tall buildings, concrete roads, and cars. If he didn't know that the city was a colony of an alien, he would have mistaken this place as a city in the modern world.

Although the landmarks and the high-rise buildings seemed interesting, Leo found it w ...

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In the realm of cultivating the nine states, the Taoist court is unified, the aristocratic families are oppressed, the sects are monopolized, and the barriers to Taoism are tight.

The monks at the bottom have no way to practice Buddhism, lack spiritual stones, and have a hard time living.

Ten-year-old Mo Hua was born with a weak body, was born as a Buddhist monk, and came from a poor family.

Even if he practices hard, he may only be a humble ant-like Qi-refining monk throughout his life.

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You can comprehend the heavenly formations and infinitely enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Ink painting will use the Taoist stele to break down the barriers of Taoism, create supreme spiritual consciousness, fully understand the formations of the Immortal Tao, and strive for the road to immortality…

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.