Ninghua didn’t speak, she sighed and closed her eyes.
The thunder rumbled and gathered on top of Ninghua’s head. The pools of water around her rolled, and spiritual power began to roll into her body. Xuan Hua trembled and climbed out of the spring with difficulty. Before the first thunderbolt landed, he began to run frantically towards the outside. Ninghua quietly watched his back behind him, without saying a word, still being struck by the thunderbolt on her body.
She practiced Taoism for eight hundred years. When she was young, she once asked her master what Taoism was.
The master told her that Tao is attachment.
She was puzzled: “So many people say that seeking the Way means not being attached, so why?”
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