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Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,Seeing this early, he must be an old exam-taker. Even queuing up, he doesn't forget to brush up on his practice papers... Ouyang Rong sighed. Just as he was about to take out his phone, a young monk clamped a QR code between two fingers and tapped it against his nose, telling him to scan it.,The lotus-gold lamp that had been thrown out, 'unbound', slipped back down, along with the momentarily deafened Ou Yang Rong, crashing back into reality...。