When we turn over the mountain in front of us and reach another mountain, we will see a big red snake as thick as a water tank in a vermilion temple. In a remote mountain far away from the people, someone whispered the story. At the end of the reading, I laughed. Wouldn’t that kid be afraid that I would come to my door if he told the story? The behemoth of the monster disappeared in the deep pool, leaving an old storybook on the shore. The pages of the storybook have been slightly yellowed, and there is a line of words written on it-- There is a temple in Nanshan, Mian Chixian. The eyes are like Golden fire, the body is like red steel. Accompanied by the wind and rain blowing, it illuminates the brightness and darkness of the common people. It is called Nanzhu.