The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Autumn deepens in the snowy plateau, stars hang cold, and the Heavenly Lake, like a mirror, reflects the saddle of the journey.

Beyond the smoke of war, the past simmers and the moon reflects on the flowing waves in the dead of night.

Meanwhile, Su Qingxuan and his party left Lhasa and continued their westward journey.

It was late autumn, and the plateau was vast with clear skies and long winds blowing for thousands of miles.

The mission fought a series of bloody battles through the snow-line pass and the Ghost Cry Gorge, losing nearly half of its elite troops.

However, the remaining Imperial Guards were all battle-hardened soldiers, and three thousand elite Tibetan cavalry accompanied them.

Banners fluttered and armor gleamed, winding like a dragon across the vast snowfield, their imposing presence far surpassing that of their initial departure from Yumen Pass.

After leaving Lhasa for more than a month, the group arrived at "Xingxiuhai" west of Dafeichuan.

This place is the source of the Yellow River, with lakes scattered like stars, resembling thousands of bright pearls scattered across the grassland under the autumn sun.

As dusk approached, the mission chose a sheltered, high ground overlooking the lake to set up camp.

Su Qingxuan stood by the lake, gazing at the blood-red sunset in the west, which reflected a golden-red hue on the lake's surface, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Tibet was pacified, but the Western Regions, spanning thousands of miles, were home to numerous kingdoms, creating a complex and intertwined situation.

Bolu, guarding the vital passage for Tibet to the west, has always been hesitant and indecisive.

The Ferghana horses, known as Akhal-Teke horses, secretly colluded with the Turkic tribes of the northwest frontier.

The Yuezhi, Wusun, Kangju, and other states were either allied with the Tibetans, allied with the Turks, or relied on their natural defenses to defend themselves.

How easy would it be to get all these countries to submit?

Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly heard light footsteps behind me.

Without turning around, he already sensed that it was Xiao Lingxi.

Since the battle at Ghost Cry Gorge, this girl seems to have become a different person. Not only has her medical skills and pharmacology improved by leaps and bounds, but her agility has also advanced by leaps and bounds.

At this moment, she walks on the grass almost silently, having reached the state of "walking on snow without leaving a trace".

"Brother Su, it's time for dinner." Xiao Lingxi's voice sounded from behind.

He possessed a composure he hadn't shown before, yet his unique agility remained undeniable.

Su Qingxuan turned around and saw that she was holding a ceramic bowl, which was steaming hot and contained meat soup with medicinal herbs.

Today she changed into a Hu-style dress that was easier to ride and shoot.

Her long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and although she wore no makeup, her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a painting.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, it possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality.

"Thank you for your trouble, Lingxi," Su Qingxuan said gently as he took the bowl.

"You've been busy all day preparing medicine for those soldiers suffering from frostbite; you should rest early."

Xiao Lingxi smiled gently: "Not tired. It's strange, ever since that day... ever since I saw the image of my ancestors, I've always felt a pure energy flowing through my body."

When preparing medicine, my mind is exceptionally clear. Many prescription combinations that I couldn't understand before now become clear after a little thought.

"Even the breathing techniques my master taught me when I was a child, I never really understood."

Now, without a teacher, he has mastered it himself; as he practices, his body becomes lighter, and his senses become sharper.

As she spoke, she lightly leaped across the lakeside grass, soaring three zhang like a swallow, her toes barely touching the lake surface before she flipped back, landing without disturbing a speck of dust.

This agility is something even top-tier martial arts masters can't match.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Qingxuan's eyes, but he quickly understood.

All four women were reincarnations of ancestral maids, each possessing unique skills in their previous lives.

Once the memories are awakened in this life, the cultivation of the previous life will naturally be restored.

She herself has not fully realized this yet, and only considers it a "sudden enlightenment".

"It seems that the Taoist master of Miss Lingxi did indeed pass on the authentic Xuanmen mental cultivation method back then," Su Qingxuan said with a smile.

"It's just that you were young then, and your mind was not yet settled, so you couldn't grasp its subtleties. Now that you've experienced the world, your mind is clear, and naturally you understand everything."

Xiao Lingxi tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled mischievously:

"Brother Su is right. But I think it's more likely because... because I feel at ease when I'm with you, and I learn everything faster that way."

As she spoke, her eyes shone like stars as she looked directly at Su Qingxuan.

Gone is the naive passion of the past; now her gaze is clear and open, yet it contains an undisguised longing and dependence.

Su Qingxuan's heart trembled slightly.

After the four women awakened their memories of their past lives, their attitudes toward him underwent subtle changes.

The red tassel went from being cold and frigid to being cold on the outside but warm on the inside;

Lin Wanqing's demeanor changed from respectful to warm and natural;

Xiao Lingyue went from being distant to becoming close;

As for Xiao Lingxi... this girl already had feelings for him, and now she's even more open about it... purely so.

Just as he was wondering how to respond, footsteps came from the direction of the camp again.

This time, it was Lin Wanqing who came.

"Prime Minister Su, Sister Lingxi, so you're here."

Lin Wanqing carried a lantern that seemed to extinguish the wind, dressed in an elegant blue robe, and walked with composure.

She stepped closer and gave Su Qingxuan a graceful bow.

The movements were natural and fluid, both polite and unconstrained.

"Is something wrong, Wanqing?" Su Qingxuan asked.

Lin Wanqing took out a scroll of silk from her sleeve:

"Wanqing has just compiled the customs, traditions, military and political affairs of the various Western Regions countries she encountered along the way."

Furthermore, by comparing with ancient records, the contradictions, weaknesses, and potential allies of each country were marked.

"Please, young master, take a look."

Su Qingxuan didn't mind that Wanqing had changed how she addressed him.

Unfold the silk scroll and examine it closely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The map's detailed annotations, thorough analysis, and feasible suggestions far surpassed those of ordinary staff members.

What's even more remarkable is the subtle wisdom that shines through between the lines, revealing an insight into people's hearts and a keen understanding of the times.

This is not just about extensive knowledge, but also about the wisdom gained from experiencing the world.

"Wanqing is truly talented," Su Qingxuan praised sincerely.

"The value of this painting is no less than that of a thousand troops."

Lin Wanqing smiled faintly: "You flatter me, young master."

"Wanqing simply felt that now that she had remembered... and now that she knew her mission, she should do everything in her power to help the young master accomplish his great cause."

"These analyses may have come from my past life when I served a sage and often heard him analyze the general trend of the world. I absorbed them naturally and now I can do them naturally."

She paused, her gaze falling on Su Qingxuan's face, her voice gentle yet firm:

"Moreover, it is Wanqing's good fortune to be able to accompany you on this long journey, to see the magnificent landscape, and to resolve the conflicts in the world."

"No matter how treacherous the road ahead, Wanqing... will always be by your side."

These words were spoken subtly, but how could Su Qingxuan not understand the sentiment behind them?

He looked at Lin Wanqing and saw that she had a calm expression and clear eyes.

That deep affection, which had always been hidden beneath a scholarly air, was now like a still, deep current, not turbulent, but long and profound.

For a moment, the lakeside fell silent.

The setting sun had completely sunk behind the distant mountains, leaving only a dark red hue on the horizon.

A breeze was rising over the lake, but I couldn't feel any chill.

"It's windy here, young master, you should return to camp soon."

Lin Wanqing said softly, and naturally reached out to straighten Su Qingxuan's collar, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The movements were gentle and natural, as if they had been done a thousand times.

Xiao Lingxi watched from the side, blinked, and suddenly stepped forward, taking out a small jade bottle from her bosom:

"Brother Su, this is a new 'Heartwarming Pill' I made with snow lotus and Rhodiola rosea. It can ward off the cold and replenish your energy. You work hard day and night, so please take good care of yourself."

As she spoke, she directly pulled Su Qingxuan's hand and placed the jade bottle into his palm.

The soft skin touched my hands, warm and gentle.

Su Qingxuan held the jade bottle, still warm from his body, and looked at the two beauties before him.

One is gentle and wise, the other is charming and lovely.

They all had deep feelings for him, and he felt both moved and helpless.

He knew that after the enlightenment at the Blari Palace, the four women not only regained some of their past life memories and cultivation.

She opened her heart completely and no longer suppressed her feelings for him.

This affection, bound by countless reincarnations, is deeper and more steadfast than the love between ordinary men and women.

"Thank you both, ladies." Su Qingxuan put away the jade bottle and said seriously.

"It's getting late, let's head back to camp. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Just as the three were about to turn around, they suddenly saw a dark shadow swoop down from the direction of the camp like a large bird.

After several rises and falls, it was already close at hand; who else could it be but Chi Ying?

She was still dressed in red, holding a red-tasseled spear, her figure as agile as a cheetah.

"Brother Qingxuan, there are several hundred lights about thirty miles to the northwest, and they are moving towards us."

Chi Ying succinctly stated, "Judging from their movement, they seem to be cavalry, but their formation is scattered and doesn't resemble an army."

Su Qingxuan gazed into the distance and indeed saw a faint red light flickering on the northwest horizon.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his divine sense spreading out like a net. After a moment, he opened his eyes: "It's bandits."

About three hundred riders had plundered a small nearby tribe and were fleeing westward with their loot.

Fewer than a hundred survivors remained in the tribe, most of them weeping and wailing.

Chi Ying gripped her spear: "Should we intercept them?"

Before Su Qingxuan could answer, Xiao Lingyue's voice came from the other side: "Amitabha!"

"Prime Minister Su, those bandits are extremely murderous, and the loot they are carrying is stained with blood. I'm afraid they have killed many people."

"And the surviving tribesmen, their grief soared to the heavens. If left unchecked, this place will become another gathering place for vengeful spirits."

Before anyone knew it, Xiao Lingyue had quietly arrived.

She was still dressed in a black robe and straw sandals, holding Buddhist prayer beads, but her aura became increasingly peaceful and profound, as if she had merged with the natural world.

She was standing there, yet her presence was almost imperceptible unless one consciously sought it out.

This is already a profound state of "no self" in Buddhism.

Su Qingxuan looked at the four women and saw that they were all looking at him, waiting for a decision.

At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling: the four elements of military strategy, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, gathered together, were the best combination to deal with this matter.

"Chiying, you will lead a hundred elite vanguard squads, lightly armed and swiftly, to circle around to the front of the bandits and set up an ambush. The goal is to achieve a quick victory and minimize casualties."

"Yes!" Chi Ying clasped his hands in a fist salute, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Wanqing, come with me to see the survivors of those tribes and comfort them."

Record the details of the case, and ascertain the origins and hideout of the bandits. If we want to eliminate the bandits, we must cut off their source.

Lin Wanqing solemnly replied, "Wanqing understands."

"Lingyue, please recite scriptures to pray for the deceased and comfort their souls."

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and said, "I obey."

"Lingxi," Su Qingxuan said, finally looking at Xiao Lingxi.

"Someone may be injured or poisoned. You can prepare some anesthetic powder and antidote in case of emergency."

Xiao Lingxi's eyes lit up: "Great! I'll go get the medicine right away!"

The assignments were made, and everyone went their separate ways.

Su Qingxuan watched the four women's departing figures, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In their past lives, they were like this, each fulfilling their duties and assisting their ancestors.

In this life, as they begin to awaken their memories, they grow at a speed far exceeding expectations, and have truly become the pillars he can rely on.

Half an hour later, in the desolate northwest wilderness.

Three hundred bandits galloped along, their horses laden with stolen cattle, sheep, valuables, and women crying and struggling.

The bandit leader was a one-eyed giant with a face full of scars, who was laughing wildly and brandishing a curved knife:

"Men, hurry up! When we get to Old Wolf Valley, there will be plenty of fine wine and women!"

Before the words were finished, dozens of cold stars suddenly lit up in the darkness ahead—crossbow bolts!

"Enemy attack!" the bandit leader roared, but it was too late.

Arrows rained down, targeting men's throats and horses' legs, instantly felling many.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of dark figures pounced out from the shadows like wolves among sheep; where blades flashed, blood splattered.

It was the Red-Tasseled Arrowhead Team.

They remained silent, quietly reaping the lives of the bandits with terrifying efficiency.

The bandit leader roared and swung his knife to meet the attack, but a petite figure flashed in front of him like a ghost, spears flashing and twisting.

"puff--"

The bandit leader stared wide-eyed at his broken scimitar and the blood gushing from his throat in disbelief before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

He died without ever seeing how the other person drew their gun.

Chi Ying sheathed her sword, her expression icy.

Fragmented images flashed through her mind: an ancient battlefield, where she led her troops in a charge, her spear energy crisscrossing, causing ten thousand soldiers to flee in terror.

Those techniques and experiences merged into one at this moment, making every shot she fired perfectly, without any unnecessary movements.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than half of the three hundred bandits were dead or wounded, and the rest, terrified, threw down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Chi Ying ordered his soldiers to confiscate weapons, bind prisoners, and inventory the loot.

No one on the Spearhead team was injured or killed in this battle.

Meanwhile, Su Qingxuan and Lin Wanqing had arrived at the abducted tribe.

The tribe was in complete disarray; most of the tents were burned, and dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, including men, women, the old, and the young.

There were only fifty or sixty survivors, mostly women and children, who clung to each other and wept, a truly pitiful sight.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wanqing's eyes reddened slightly, but she suppressed her grief and stepped forward to inquire gently in fluent Tibetan.

The herdsmen, seeing the newcomer's distinguished bearing and the large number of soldiers he brought, were initially terrified.

But as Lin Wanqing spoke gently and clearly, she gradually calmed down and tearfully recounted what had happened.

It turns out that this group of bandits had been entrenched in the "Old Wolf Valley" in the northwest for a long time, frequently robbing passing caravans and nomadic tribes, and were extremely brutal.

In this sudden night raid, most of the tribe's young men were killed in battle, and all their property and livestock were looted.

Su Qingxuan listened silently, already having made up his mind.

He ordered his soldiers to help collect the bodies, set up temporary tents, and distribute dry food and water.

Xiao Lingyue set up an altar in the center of the camp and chanted scriptures to help the souls of the dead find peace.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the air with peace and solemnity. Gradually, the weeping herdsmen stopped crying and joined their palms in silent prayer.

By the time Chi Ying returned with the prisoners and stolen goods, the camp had been initially stabilized.

Xiao Lingxi's anesthetic powder proved effective; most of the herdsmen who had been seriously injured by bandits fell into a deep sleep, saving them a lot of trouble in receiving treatment.

Su Qingxuan ordered that the captured property and livestock be returned to the tribe, and the prisoners be handed over to the tribal chief for disposal.

The leader, an elderly man with white hair, upon hearing this, burst into tears and led his followers to kneel and kowtow in gratitude.

"Our benefactor's kindness will be forever remembered! We wish to erect a longevity tablet for him and pray for his well-being day and night!"

"Please get up, sir," Su Qingxuan said gently as he helped him up.

"Punishing evil and promoting good is our duty. However, although the bandits have been eliminated, their lair remains undestroyed, and there is a risk of retaliation from remaining members. I wonder what the terrain of Old Wolf Valley is like?"

The old man hurriedly said, "Old Wolf Valley is more than a hundred miles from here. Its terrain is treacherous, easy to defend and difficult to attack."

The valley contains dozens of caves, intricately interconnected, and legend has it that there are also hidden rivers and secret passages. Even after several joint raids by various tribes, they have failed to completely destroy it.

Su Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said to the four women, "Since we've encountered this, let's see it through to the end."

"Then we'll go to Old Wolf Valley, wipe out this bandit's den, and rid the Northwest trade route of a menace."

The four women looked at each other and agreed in unison.

That night, the mission camped near the tribe.

Su Qingxuan sat alone in the tent, spread out a map of the Western Regions, and studied it carefully by the light of the lamp.

Suddenly, light footsteps were heard outside the tent, and then the tent flap was lifted, and Xiao Lingxi came in carrying a tray.

"Brother Su, I made you some milk tea with calming herbs. Drink it while it's hot."

She placed the tray on the table, walked naturally behind Su Qingxuan, and reached out to massage his shoulders and neck.

The technique was just right, the finger movements were subtle, and wherever it touched, Su Qingxuan felt a warm and gentle energy penetrate his body, relieving his fatigue and calming his mind.

He was slightly taken aback: "Lingxi, your technique..."

"It's the 'Innate Guiding Technique' that my master taught me when I was a child. He said it's a secret of Taoism that can relax muscles and tendons and harmonize yin and yang."

As Xiao Lingxi pressed the buttons, she said softly, "I used to think it was all mysterious and just practiced it for fun."

Now I understand, this technique requires the use of internal energy and specific breathing techniques; it truly has remarkable effects.

"Brother Su, you work so hard every day, and your vital energy is greatly depleted. I'll come and help you recover every night from now on, okay?"

She spoke so naturally, as if it were a matter of course.

Su Qingxuan felt the gentle touch on his shoulder, and the faint herbal fragrance emanating from the woman filled his nostrils, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

He knew that Xiao Lingxi genuinely cared about him; her feelings were pure and passionate.

"Lingxi, you don't have to work so hard..." Su Qingxuan said softly.

"It's not hard work," Xiao Lingxi interrupted him, her voice soft yet firm.

"I'm overjoyed to be able to do something for you."

"Brother Su, I know that you have the world, all living beings, and the unfinished great path of our ancestors in your heart."

"I don't ask for anything else, I just want to be by your side, to help you with your worries, to watch you complete your aspirations, to see you... to see you happy."

As she spoke, her hands continued moving, but she gently pressed her cheek against Su Qingxuan's back, her voice barely audible:

"After ten thousand years of reincarnation, I have finally waited for you. This time, I will not let you bear everything alone again."

Su Qingxuan's body stiffened slightly, her heart filled with emotion.

He could feel the warmth and dampness on the back of his clothes—

Those were Xiao Lingxi's tears.

He remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft sigh and turning to gently embrace Xiao Lingxi.

The woman's delicate body trembled slightly, then she hugged him tightly, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed silently.

"Silly girl..." Su Qingxuan gently stroked her long hair, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Through countless reincarnations, their karmic ties remain unbroken. How could he possibly betray this deep affection? How could he dare to?

The tent was warm and quiet, with only the occasional soft popping of the lamp wick.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Lingxi gradually stopped crying, but still clung to him, refusing to get up, and whispered, "Brother Su's arms are so warm..."

Su Qingxuan chuckled and was about to speak when footsteps sounded outside the tent again.

This time it was Lin Wanqing's voice: "Young Master, Wanqing has something to report."

Xiao Lingxi jumped away like a startled rabbit, hurriedly straightening her clothes, her face still flushed.

Su Qingxuan coughed lightly: "Wanqing, please come in."

Lin Wanqing lifted the curtain and entered, and was slightly taken aback by the scene inside the tent.

His gaze swept between Su Qingxuan and Xiao Lingxi before returning to its usual calm, as if he hadn't seen anything.

She walked to the table and placed a scroll of silk on it:

"Young master, this is a rough map of the Old Wolf Valley drawn by Wanqing based on what the elders of the tribe said and in combination with ancient records."

"There is indeed an underground river in the valley, with its outlet at 'Black Dragon Pool' twenty miles to the northwest. If we sneak in through the underground river, we might be able to achieve a surprise victory."

Su Qingxuan took the drawing and examined it closely, praising, "Wanqing is meticulous; this drawing will be very useful."

Lin Wanqing smiled faintly: "It's good that I can help Prime Minister Su."

She paused, her gaze falling on the bowl of milk tea that had gone cold on the table, and picked it up naturally.

"The milk tea has gone cold, Wanqing, go heat it up. Young Master has worked hard and needs to eat more hot food."

As she spoke, she picked up the tray and smiled slightly at Xiao Lingxi:

"Lingxi, you should rest early too, we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Xiao Lingxi blushed and muttered, "Sister Wanqing is always criticizing me, but you're not asleep yet yourself..."

Lin Wanqing smiled but said nothing, gave Su Qingxuan a graceful bow, and turned to leave the tent.

She is composed and elegant, yet possesses a gentle and clear-minded charm.

Su Qingxuan watched her retreating figure, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

Lin Wanqing was always intelligent, so how could she not have seen what had happened inside the tent?

However, she was very well-mannered and never embarrassed anyone.

This is how we subtly express our concern and subtly declare our existence.

Xiao Lingxi leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Su, is Sister Wanqing angry? I..."

"She's not angry," Su Qingxuan said gently.

"Wanqing is easygoing and won't worry about trivial matters. I know you all mean well. Go now and get some rest."

After seeing Xiao Lingxi off, Su Qingxuan sat alone under the lamp, his heart filled with turmoil.

How could he not know the feelings of the four women?

It's just that past lives and present lives are intertwined by cause and effect.

He carried the legacy of his ancestors, and with the Western Regions still unsettled and the Great Way yet to be achieved, he had neither the heart nor the strength to respond to personal feelings for his children.

As he was deep in thought, the curtain was gently lifted again.

This time, it turned out to be Chi Ying and Xiao Lingyue who came.

Chi Ying was carrying a food box, while Xiao Lingyue was holding a scroll of scriptures.

The two entered the tent, and Chi Ying placed the food box on the table.

Inside, there were several delicate side dishes and steaming hot rice.

"Brother Qingxuan hasn't had dinner yet, so I had the cook prepare some extra food. It's light and delicious, so please try it."

Chi Ying's voice remained cold, but the concern in her eyes was deep.

Xiao Lingyue put down the sutra, put her palms together and said, "Young master, this is the Diamond Sutra."

Lingyue was reciting scriptures in the camp just now and sensed that the young master was restless, so she specially copied this scripture to present to him.

The sutra says: "All forms are illusory. If one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata." Worldly relationships are also a kind of "form."

If Su Xiangru can see through this, he will find peace.

Her words were subtle, yet they directly addressed the core issue in Su Qingxuan's heart.

Su Qingxuan took the scripture and saw that the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and the ink was still fresh, indicating that it had just been copied not long ago.

He was deeply moved and said gently, "Thank you, Lingyue. I have learned a great deal."

Chi Ying watched quietly from the side, then suddenly spoke:

"Brother Qingxuan, there's no need to worry. Now that the four of us are here, we won't leave."

Whatever you want to do, we'll help you do it. As for the rest... let nature take its course.

She spoke crisply and decisively, yet with an unwavering resolve.

Xiao Lingyue smiled and clasped her hands together in agreement.

Su Qingxuan looked at the two women in front of him. One was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and the other was compassionate and insightful. Both of them were deeply in love with him.

He suddenly realized that after the four women awakened their memories, not only did their cultivation greatly improve, but their minds also became completely clear.

They knew clearly what their mission was and what they wanted.

They didn't pressure him, nor did they resent him.

They silently accompanied and quietly protected him, waiting for him to complete his great undertaking, waiting for him to... see their hearts clearly.

How could he bear such deep affection, such tolerance, such unwavering devotion that has endured through countless reincarnations? And how could he bear to part with it?

"I..." Su Qingxuan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Chi Ying had already turned around: "Brother Qingxuan, please have your meal. It's bad for your stomach if it gets cold. Lingyue and I will take our leave now."

The two left the tent, leaving Su Qingxuan staring blankly at a table of food and a scroll of scriptures.

After a long while, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had long since abstained from grains, but he still picked up his chopsticks and slowly ate his meal.

The dishes are home-style, and the rice is ordinary white rice, but it tastes especially sweet because of the cook's love for it.

That night, the lights in Su Qingxuan's tent remained burning all night.

He reviewed documents, studied maps, devised strategies to suppress bandits, and also pondered... his complicated and entangled love affair with the four women.

And the four women,

Whether patrolling the camp, chanting scriptures, preparing medicine, or reading... each was busy, yet they tacitly protected each other.

The night at Xingxiuhai is tranquil and profound.

The Milky Way stretches across the sky, and countless stars are reflected in the lake, creating a breathtaking scene where heaven and earth merge into one.

Beneath the stars, a love story spanning ten thousand years is quietly unfolding a new chapter in this vast western region.

It is:

The Lingxi River brings warmth and gentle admonitions, and the righteous spirit prevails in the pacification of the demon's lair.

The crimson tassel punishes evil with its swift, cold light; the sacred moon guides souls with its deep chanting.