Buzhou Mountain.
In a stream valley, the water murmured, and fish and shrimp darted about playfully. From time to time, rushing currents splashed against the stones, the droplets glinting under the sunlight.
The God of Buzhou Mountain wore an ink-wash-style long dress, sitting on a bluestone by the bank with her bare feet dangling in the stream. She showed only a slender, delicate back, yet exuded a natural, intellectual beauty.
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