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Even though his ascetic life was simple, over the years he had accumulated quite a bit of stuff. Everyday necessities were one thing, but the small items needed for his practice, he couldn't take with him. He also left behind some notes on his practices.,While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.,Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.。