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On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,Before the words of the divine old Taoist could even fade away, a look of mockery appeared on Miaokong's face as he took out a jade talisman.,"This body is also a treasure, treated as packaging for a sealed artifact and even subjected to restrictions."。