In this phoenix pond and dragon pavilion forest, I once had a yellow beam dream and watched the rise and fall of five thousand years. The rotten peach mountain is not named Sun, the pigs roar in Fuling Cave, the owls perch in the ginseng fruit trees. The sunset on the west mountain, the cows, horses and snake gods, and the young man chant It became a habit to tell nonsense stories, saying something long...