On the bank of the East China Sea, there is the Wuming Realm and the Lianhua Ancient Buddhist Temple.
It was late at night. An ancient Buddhist temple, which had experienced many ups and downs and was covered with traces of moss, stood between the cliffs. The occasional sound of wooden fish came from afar, making the place seem even more peaceful.
In a meditation room deep in the Buddhist temple, a handsome young monk with bronze skin was meditating with his eyes closed, like an old monk in trance.
But for some reason, his expression changed many times, first confusion, then surprise, then shock, and finally returning to joy and peace.
Before dawn, the gentle monk slowly opened his eyes. He looked at everything familiar in the Zen room and was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was dreaming.
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