This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 527 If the town doesn't give it to you, then you should knock down his ginseng fruit tree.

Three oxen and horses led the way.

Xiang Yuan rode the white dragon horse. As expected of a dragon horse, its speed was excellent, especially its stability. It made all kinds of mountain roads feel like flat ground. Except for not being able to climb 90-degree slopes against gravity, it was impeccable.

Xiang Yuan, on horseback, had an excellent view: in the distance, several lines of wild geese flew in the sky; nearby, maple leaves covered the mountains in red; and surrounded by green pines, the magnificent row of houses was truly imposing.

"With cypress trees hanging over the gate and the house near the green hills, it's a grand and impressive household..."

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, curious about which four saints had come to test him.

Although the script was finalized at the card table with Xiang Yuan's approval, and by the Jade Emperor and Buddha, the Qianyuan Realm is too realistic, and plans often cannot keep up with changes.

There are many shareholders in Qianyuan Realm. If these shareholders want to add drama, the Jade Emperor and Buddha will only turn a blind eye.

The original play about the Four Sages testing the mind of Zen was a collaboration between the Old Mother of Lishan and the three great Bodhisattvas Guanyin, Samantabhadra, and Manjushri. The Heavenly Court can now put together a similar arrangement.

After the great changes in the laws of reincarnation in the Netherworld, Mount Ling's staff is nearly full. There was no shortage of Guanyin Bodhisattva to begin with, and now with the addition of Ksitigarbha, Samantabhadra, and Manjushri, the four great bodhisattvas are complete.

According to the Old Mother of Lishan, there is indeed one imprisoned in Taiji Mengyi Tian. She plays the role of an elder, so it is not a disgrace for the three great bodhisattvas to play the role of juniors.

However, this Old Mother of Lishan was not favored by the Heavenly Emperor and was confined to a dark room, unable to step out of the Nine Immortal Mountains of West Kunlun.

No one will let her out...

She won't appear unless Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao) interferes.

Xiang Yuan pondered that this whole affair was quite interesting, and that there must be some shareholder causing trouble. He didn't ask who it was, nor did he use his access to find out, intending to leave himself a surprise.

As long as it's not the shameless Su Ran Sword Master, just lead Fairy Shang, A Ping, and You Rong.

Hmm, something strange seems to have sneaked in.

No, there were two. I almost forgot that I was innocent with A-Ping and really thought I was having an affair with her.

Xiang Yuan stopped in front of the grand mansion, seeing its opulent interior, with its winding pavilions and towers, and two slightly ajar doors that seemed ready to devour anyone. He raised his hand and called out, "You three are all men. If there are women in the mansion, it might disturb their peace. So stop here. I am a monk, without worldly desires. If I offend a female bodhisattva, I can explain myself. I will go in alone to see the host. If I am granted lodging, you three can go and wait in the woodshed."

"..." x3
Holy Monk, you can arrange it as you see fit; I have no objections. x3
They have no sense at all. At this point, you should say, "Master, I am also a monk!"
Xiang Yuan secretly regretted it. As a holy monk, he had accumulated great prestige. No matter whether he was right or wrong, no one dared to refute him when he spoke loudly, so much so that he didn't even have anyone to complain to.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem, and he was able to keep up even without anyone criticizing him.

"What I mean is that, as fellow monks, the three of you are too ugly, unlike me, who is always greeted kindly by female bodhisattvas wherever I go."

"..." x3
Not only that, even monsters will speak politely to you. x3
"Since no one has any objections, then it's settled."

Xiang Yuan dismounted, and Sun Wukong immediately came to help him. He threw the reins into the monkey's hand, straightened his cassock, and walked in with his nine-ringed staff: "Take good care of the horse. If this humble monk comes back with a hair missing, you'll have to break off all five of my tails!"

He uttered harsh words and pushed open the door to enter.

Squeak—

Amidst a familiar door-closing sound reminiscent of horror movies, the two large doors slowly closed, followed by the dissipation of thick fog that completely obscured the mountain mansion, making it impenetrable.

"Brother, could there be monsters inside?" Sha Wujing was dumbfounded.

Sun Wukong stood quietly, eyes downcast and mind at ease, without uttering a word. His fiery eyes saw the auspicious mist obscuring the view, a truly divine ability, and a very high-level one at that. Would he lie about something like this?

Before his havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Sun Wukong was already a mature monkey, knowing what he shouldn't say and what he shouldn't see.

A wise person knows how to play dumb, blurring the line between genuine ignorance and feigned ignorance.

Only if you're an idiot can you rise smoothly through the ranks in a government-affiliated career.

Even if, hypothetically, it's not a deity inside, but a monster, so what? It can't possibly eat the holy monk, can it?

If the monster really did eat him, it was because the holy monk was compassionate and worried about the monster's next meal, so he kindly preached and distributed porridge.

"Junior brother, instead of worrying about Master, you should worry about the monster. Without the three of us holding it back, the monster will easily lose its life..." Pigsy whispered a reminder.

Sha Wujing nodded repeatedly. Yes, he had only thought about holding the monsters back and had forgotten their difficulties.

……

Looking into the distance, as you enter a wealthy family's house, the surrounding scenery changes dramatically the moment the door closes.

The uniform white jade buildings are scattered among the clouds and mist, appearing as if adorned with stars in the distance and majestic up close. What else could it be but the Peerless Palace?

"As expected of a person with great supernatural powers, he wiped out the Kunlun Mountains in the Western Sea for this humble monk in one go."

Xiang Yuan blinked, touched his forehead, and then realized that the most likely person to appear as the Old Mother of Lishan was not the Queen Mother of the West, who was imprisoned in the Taiji Mengyi Heaven, but Bai Wuyan, who was tricked by the Queen Mother of the West.

There are cows in here!

"Wu Yan, Wu Yan, you've ended up becoming just like Amen. I told you to stay away from her, but you wouldn't listen. You've picked up all the bad habits and evil ways..."

Xiang Yuan strode forward, heading straight for the Cold Pool Cave. He spoke with great confidence, saying that coming to Wushuang Palace was like coming home.

The "Four Sages Testing the Mind of Zen" thing is not just boasting; if it were the White House, it would have been over before it even began.

The small cave in the cold pool was completely deserted.

Xiang Yuan shrugged, sensing that Bai Wuyan was lecturing at the White Lotus Palace. After confirming several times that Xiao Lingyue and Cheng Yuling, the two rebellious disciples, were not in the palace, he strode in with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize any of his relatives.

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
Strictly speaking, Bai Wuyan wasn't giving a lecture. She'd been disturbed by her two rebellious disciples recently, and feeling guilty, she couldn't argue back, so she swallowed her anger and was furious. Unable to deal with the two rebellious disciples, she took it out on Yinshuang, Daoxue, and Qingzhuying, punishing them by making them kneel in a row facing the wall.

And it has banned evil things like telepathic communication!

Bai Wuyan didn't say it, but she knew very well that there wasn't a single good person in the entire White Lotus Palace except for her.

Not to mention the two rebellious disciples, who were sarcastic and didn't respect their master at all. The other three were also rebellious disciples; they secretly created a chat room, pretending to be dead on the surface, but secretly enjoying the gossip.

Xiang Yuan walked into Wushuang Palace and saw three people kneeling in a row by the wall. She was impressed by the White Palace Master's great authority. In Wushuang Palace, her word was law and no one dared to yell at her.

Those who dare to shout are not here.

He took off his monk's shoes, stepped onto the crystal cloud bed, and ignored the three people peeking at him from the wall. He reached out and put his arm around Bai Wuyan's fragrant shoulder, pulling the beauty into his embrace.

Yinshuang: Hiss, they're not even acting anymore!
Dao Xue: It's hateful that Junior Sister Xiao wasn't there when she should have been, and she didn't manage to catch her.

Qingzhuying: If it's really lively, Senior Sister Xiao is just having fun. You have to look to Senior Sister Cheng, she's the one who's really outspoken.

Yinshuang: That's true. Junior Sister Cheng used some really foul language that day. After she finished cursing, she just left without doing anything, leaving us to be punished.

Daoxue: I wonder when Junior Sister Cheng will come back to visit her parents' home next time. As long as she comes, I'll be happy to be punished.

Green Bamboo Shadow: You're still visiting your family? Your family members are all cheating on you!
Hehe. x3
Three ethereal figures sat upright, their backs straight, and the chat room was already buzzing with excitement.

Bai Wuyan was completely bewildered as Xiang Yuan held her in his arms. Seeing his shameless act of lowering his head to kiss her, she quickly broke free and slapped him across the face.

Yinshuang: Master, did you not eat today? Why didn't I hear any noise?

Daoxue: Nonsense, we're about to eat!

Qingzhuying: In my opinion, Master is just reluctant to do it, afraid that he might hurt Junior Sister Xiao's husband and then he wouldn't be able to explain it to her.

Hehe. x3
"presumptuous!"

Bai Wuyan glanced coldly at the wall and spoke to Xiang Yuan, also warning the three rebellious disciples who were oblivious to their own mortality.

"Wu Yan..."

"Summon me, the Palace Master!"

"You weren't like that that day..."

"Shut up."

Bai Wuyan was furious. Ever since he succeeded, the pretty boy had become increasingly arrogant in his words and actions, and no longer respected her as before.

Seeing the icy coldness and anger on Xiang Yuanshan's face, he remained calm and confidently pulled the beauty into his arms: "This play is called 'The Four Sages Test the Mind of Zen.' Since Wu Yan wants to join the game and test it, I will fight you a few rounds."

"Is this how you conduct a competition?"

"There's nothing I can do, Wu Yan, you're so beautiful, I can't even last one round against you." Xiang Yuan's lips were sweet.

Bai Wuyan was overjoyed, she loved hearing this, but with so many people around, how could she just blurt it out? Her expression grew even colder, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared intently at Xiang Yuan's pretty boy.

If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart.

Xiang Yuan was wronged. Bai Wuyan replaced the original Lishan Old Mother and took on this difficult role. He responded to the situation with the self-discipline of an actor, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Stop flattering yourself. My actions are not aimed at you, but at that Queen Mother of the West..."

Bai Wuyan gritted her teeth in hatred. This knot with the Queen Mother of the West was something she could never untie. Of the six reincarnations, she had been schemed against the most. As long as there was a chance to take revenge on the Queen Mother of the West, she would definitely be the first to rush to the front.

Today's test of Zen mind by the Four Sages is just like that. Jingyun is not only the Queen Mother of the West, but also has the divine position of the Old Mother of Lishan in the Heavenly God Realm. Bai Wuyan saw that she had a chance, so she decisively took her place and gave Jingyun a good thrashing.

Therefore, only the Old Mother of Lishan is among the Four Sages, and the scene of testing one's Zen mind is also missing, which makes Xiang Yuan feel bad for having such high expectations.

Go right after you leave, go back to your study, and don't bother coming back!
As for how to handle the situation when the Four Sages failed to test the Zen mind and one trial was missing, Bai Wuyan was too lazy to care. Let it end however it wants; it's not her concern. As long as she's happy, that's all that matters.

No major problem. After the Buddha was overturned at Wuzhi Mountain, he knew that the journey to the West to obtain the scriptures would be very agonizing. Therefore, he summoned great scholars overnight to write books and record the hardships and setbacks of the journey to obtain the scriptures.

You write your version, I'll write mine. Once the book is finished, people will choose the version they want to believe.

Xiang Yuan knew this was the case, but since he was already here, he had to let the White House host try to seduce him. If he was going to put on an act, he had to do it properly; it was a matter of principle.

In this respect, Laozi is undoubtedly a model of dedication. After a few more tribulations, they will reach Pingdingshan, and the Tushita Palace will soon begin to be robbed in a frenzy.

Seeing that Xiang Yuan was using the pretense of acting to the fullest and was seriously trying to seduce her, Bai Wuyan sneered repeatedly: "In your opinion, how should I test your Zen mind? How can I test something that doesn't exist?"

"The White House leader can make the arrangements as he sees fit. After all, you were the one who set up this crisis, so you don't need to care what I think. Also..."

Xiang Yuan retorted, "How can you know my Zen heart of not being close to women if you don't try? It's wrong to make baseless accusations without any evidence."

"Then let go! You're holding me so tightly..."

That's outrageous! Who told you to let go?!
Bai Wuyan's expression grew even colder, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Fine, today I will test whether the Holy Monk's Zen mind is firm."

With a wave of her hand, she pulled over three rebellious disciples and their mounts who, apart from their good looks, were all treacherous by the wall: "A teacher for a day is a mother for life. Today, I am looking for a son-in-law for the Peerless Palace. Who would you like to choose?"

Is it possible that Wushuang Palace already has a son-in-law who has moved in with the family? x4
Xiang Yuan thought to himself, then carefully examined the three beautiful faces in front of him and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, I never noticed before, I didn't know that the three fairies were also beauties with stunning looks, beauties that are rare to see in a hundred years..." "Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums each have their own merits, I want this one and that one, it's quite troublesome, which one should I choose?"

Xiang Yuan muttered suicidal remarks, constantly provoking Bai Wuyan's nerves, with remarkable effect. Even though Bai Wuyan knew he was acting, she still clenched her fists in anger.

After a long pause, Xiang Yuan, suffering from severe decision-making difficulties, shook his head repeatedly: "No, the three fairies are equally beautiful. I can't bear to give up the other two no matter which one I choose. Can I have them all?"

"What do you say?!"

Bai Wuyan stretched out her pretty face; because she was beautiful, even when she was angry, she was still a sight to behold.

Having amused Bai Wuyan enough, Xiang Yuan withdrew his lingering gaze and said seriously, "After looking at them for a while, I'm not entirely satisfied with these three. Can we get a different batch?"

"..." x3
Hey, who are you looking down on?! x3
"Change to a different batch?"

Bai Wuyan's lips curled into a cold smile, and she said sarcastically, "Indeed, we can replace her with another batch. I just remembered that I have a disciple who is the Empress of the Western Chu Kingdom. We should summon her over..."

Xiang Yuan raised his hand and covered Bai Wuyan's mouth, telling her to stop talking.

"..." x3
Hey, why are you covering Master's mouth? Let her continue! x3
Xiang Yuan felt extremely ashamed. Was it possible that when he said he would replace someone, he meant to bring up the one surnamed Xiao, or if that person wasn't available, the White House Chief could replace him himself?

Bai Wuyan slapped the hand off his mouth, and seeing Xiang Yuan back down, she sneered, "What, you're not happy if it's really your turn?"

"It's clearly you who's unwilling and can't handle the game..."

Xiang Yuan muttered under his breath, then coughed lightly, clenching his fist: "Wu Yan, what I mean is, these three are just average. Instead of trying to recruit me as a son-in-law, you should do it yourself. I guarantee you'll be able to take them down one by one."

"Oh, not only your disciple, but you've also taken advantage of me, your master, by eating and taking bribes?"

"..." x5
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Yinshuang, Daoxue, and Qingzhuying lowered their heads and pretended to be dead. Xiang Yuan looked down at the ground, searching for ants that weren't there. Bai Wuyan only realized what was happening after she finished speaking, and her eyes twitched with embarrassment.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth cuts through people without them uttering a sound. Bai Wuyan cut herself in the process, inadvertently revealing the truth. She was so ashamed that she turned away and left.

The test of Zen minds by the Four Sages came to an abrupt end, and the story then shifted elsewhere.

……

Sun Wukong stood outside the door all night, and it wasn't until the sun was high in the sky the next day that he saw Xiang Yuan push the door open and come out.

I feel even less energetic than yesterday.

Who is that deity inside? And Master, who are you? Are you so unconventional?
Sun Wukong stepped forward to help the somewhat weak Xiang Yuan, said nothing, asked nothing, and waited for him to get on the white horse before continuing westward.

He realized that Monkey King's route was correct, without missing a single detail or error. However, the Holy Monk was not the same as the old monk; they were different people, which made this journey to the West, which he retraced, feel like a brand new one.

The holy monk who accompanied Sun Wukong and the others on their journey was an avatar; Xiang Yuan's true body was still in Wushuang Palace. He was very busy, especially with the Great Luo Heaven, where he had to take time out from time to time to work overtime. It was impossible for him to be online the entire time for the journey to the West.

This was something I had discussed with Buddha long ago.

The Buddha expressed his understanding, saying that as long as people from afar could come, whether or not he had to take part in his body was up to him.

Buddha never expected that a polite remark would be taken seriously by Xiang Yuan, who actually followed the arrangement and turned Tang Sanzang into a holy monk.

Even though Xiang Yuan's true body was not present, his clone also performed admirably, always maintaining the true nature of a holy monk.

One must conquer one mountain after another, and kill one ridge after another.
Demons and monsters are all slain and feared; treacherous mountains and treacherous ridges are all flattened.

The next few difficulties passed without incident, and everything went smoothly without any real struggle.

"These ginseng fruits are quite good. Monkey, go and get another thirty or fifty for this humble monk to enjoy. If that man surnamed Zhen refuses, just knock down his ginseng fruit tree."

[Monkey, why are you wasting your breath on that skeleton? You think you're being reasonable? Get out of the way, this humble monk will ride his horse and slaughter this family of three!]

"You yellow-robed monster, stand up and speak. Don't kneel here trembling."

[The tea is good, the two boys have put in a lot of effort. Don't worry, we can't disrespect Laozi. This humble monk will not intervene in this matter. You can do whatever you want to the monkey, but don't delay Laozi from making money off Buddha.]

[This humble monk has a pure love for the God of War and hates minotaurs the most. Monkey head, pig head, take a knife and castrate this lion head! What, it's already castrated? Then it's fine.]

"Isn't this Old Niu's brat? Kids who play with fire will wet the bed. Come with me, and I'll get you a government job in the South China Sea. I'll make sure Old Niu's criminal record won't affect your chances of getting ashore."

"So you call yourself Little Crocodile Dragon? You dare talk to this humble monk about connections and background? Even the Jade Emperor would laugh his teeth out. This humble monk is the one with connections? Which organization does your family work for? What, the Dragon King of the West Sea? So you're just a nobody."

Fortunately, this humble monk acted quickly, otherwise, if the three of you had offended the Three Pure Ones and blood had splattered on me, what would have become of my bright future?

Along the way, the holy monk achieved an extremely arrogant record, opening the road to the Western Paradise with his staff and annihilating all the demons on earth with his steel fist. He showed no respect to anyone except the Three Pure Ones.

Zhenyuan Daxian is no exception.

It's not that Zhenyuan Daxian is unworthy; the title of "Ancestor of Earthly Immortals" sounds quite prestigious.

However, Zhen Yuanzi is a fictional deity in the fantasy novel "Journey to the West". Without the filming location of "Journey to the West", Zhen Yuanzi no longer exists, and there is no corresponding deity in the pantheon of the Heavenly Court.

The higher-ups decided to downplay this character, giving him only one appearance in the story, essentially making him a cameo role with no further developments.

Reasonable!

If Zhen Yuanzi had truly existed, the Monkey King, after experiencing so many tribulations in the original story, could have simply come to his sworn brother and been done with it, instead of going to great lengths to find someone to back him up.

……

When Xiang Yuan logged back into the Holy Monk's account, his gang had already arrived at the Tongtian River.

Rumble————

Hearing the roaring waves from afar, Sun Wukong leaped into the air and exclaimed, "Good water! Good water!"

After descending from the clouds, he knelt on one knee before the white dragon horse, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Master, there is a great river blocking our way ahead, and even my fiery eyes cannot see where the other side is."

"Explore again."

A moment later, Sun Wukong returned, still obedient and loyal, and said, "Reporting to Master, your disciple has found out the truth. This river is called the 'Tongtian River,' which is eight hundred miles long and has been seldom traveled since ancient times. Fortunately, Master's magic power is boundless, and you can easily leap to the other side. Otherwise, it would have been really difficult to cross."

"Don't talk nonsense. When did you ever see this humble monk leap eight hundred miles in one bound?"

"..."

Yes, Master has it.

Last time in Wuji Kingdom, Manjushri Bodhisattva, unaware of your profound Buddhist teachings, led the Green-haired Lion Demon to leave, even arguing about cause and effect. In a fit of anger, you chased after Manjushri Bodhisattva all the way to Mount Ling, and we almost entered the Great Thunder Temple and obtained the scriptures ahead of schedule.

Master, you're so fast! Even my somersault cloud couldn't catch up with you when it was spinning like a firework.

“Master is right. I’ve been talking nonsense again.”

Sun Wukong was very proactive in admitting his mistake, and seeing how obedient he was, Xiang Yuan didn't make things too difficult for him. He just let him recite the Tightening-Headband Mantra ten times and that was the end of it.

After Sun Wukong finished reading, Xiang Yuan slowly said, "Monkey, you may not know this, but although this humble monk's martial arts skills are average and his understanding of Buddhism is only so-so, I can still barely manage to know five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future, according to my calculations."

"..." x3
The holy monk is showing off again. What expression should I use to make him happy? x3
"I have calculated that there is a monster in the Tongtian River named Linggan Dawang. He originally came from the Zizhu Forest in the South China Sea and was a goldfish in the lotus pond of Chaoyin Cave. He listened to Guanyin Bodhisattva preach every day and that's how he cultivated such abilities."

Xiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly: "This humble monk has a deep friendship with Sister Guanyin. Some time ago, this humble monk... Anyway, the tide in Chaoyin Cave rose, and this goldfish was lost. Now it has taken over the Tongtian River and is its king, and it even wants to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh!"

"Ah, this..." x3
The three who were dragging the team along were confused upon hearing this. Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Bajie, Zhu Bajie glanced at Sha Wujing, Sha Wujing glanced at the White Dragon Horse, the White Dragon Horse...

Remembering that horses can't talk, it stared wide-eyed and started pretending to be dead.

Having no other choice, Sun Wukong finally mustered the courage to step forward: "Master, given your friendship with Guanyin Bodhisattva, this little fish spirit would naturally bow down to you upon seeing you. Why are you hesitant to come forward? I dare to say that even if you catch this little fish and make soup from it, the Bodhisattva will not say anything."

"No, this goldfish was raised by my own hands. I like it very much. I even came up with its name myself. I have feelings for it and can't bring myself to hurt it."

"..." x3
So it turns out this is a monster that you, Master, raised yourself.

"What does Master mean?"

"As for the Tongtian River, this humble monk will go down and take a bath first, and then I won't make a move. The three of you can figure it out yourselves."

As Xiang Yuan spoke, he leaped from the white dragon horse, splashing into the water and creating a thousand waves that soaked Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the white dragon horse.

The holy monk bestowed it upon him, and he dared not dodge it.

……

Underwater palace.

King Linggan, dressed in a golden suit of armor, gathered the aquatic creatures into a neat formation. He paced back and forth in front of the formation, and when he saw Xiang Yuan arrive in the distance, he hurriedly bowed and knelt down, leading the aquatic creatures in paying their respects.

"Inspiration pays homage to its master!"

Three bows and nine kowtows, the proper etiquette.

Xiang Yuan neither dodged nor avoided the bow. If it were someone else kneeling and bowing, he would at most turn aside and accept half a bow. But Xiang Yuan was different. His current prestige was entirely due to Xiang Yuan's cultivation.

I can accept it!
"Not bad, he's made something of himself."

"I owe my current status entirely to my master..."

"Alright, alright, what kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing? Lead the way, this humble monk will rest for a while in your underwater palace."

"Please come this way, Master. I have prepared a feast."

"There aren't any beauties like clam spirits or abalone spirits to keep you company, are there?"

"..."

Inspiration didn't say a word, but suddenly knelt down with a thud, pleading for mercy with teary eyes.

He dares to arrange for a beauty today, not tomorrow, but tonight he can use her to make soup to nourish his master.

"I was just saying it, you actually took it seriously. This humble monk doesn't get close to women, okay!"

"That's natural. Everyone in the Three Realms knows the master's reputation."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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