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This year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old.In order to survive, he visualized the Buddha’s hell of fire, planted a Bodhi tree, and embarked on the road of martial arts.Many years later.The light rose suddenly, illuminating the endless darkness.A towering ancient tree was green and dark, standing ta

This year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old.In order to survive, he visualized the Buddha’s hell of fire, planted a Bodhi tree, and embarked on the road of martial arts.Many years later.The light rose suddenly, illuminating the endless darkness.A towering ancient tree was green and dark, standing ta