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... oment, a golden crack slowly appeared in the heart of the tree, like a flash of lightning, splitting the Blood Bodhi Tree in two, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the surrounding world.
Yan Kong, the old monk, slowly stepped out from the heart of the tree. His steps were steady and slow, his coarse cloth monk shoes lightly crunching over the fallen leaves, making a subtle rustling sound.
What’s surprising is that wherever he walked, tender green sprouts broke through th ...
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