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... Zixi had never harbored any grand desires.
He had never once crossed that line from beginning to end.
As a child, coming from a poor family, in order to study, he followed an attendant up the mountain to gather herbs. Once during a heavy downpour, to escape the rain, they took shelter in a ruined temple in the mountains. He was a pitiable sight, but when he looked up, he saw a statue of a goddess gazing at him with a faint smile, her face gentle.
That small decrepit temp ...
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