Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There was an old monk in the temple. The old monk told the young monk a story. The name of the story is "The Waning Moon Is Like Blood."
"The last chapter of the book said: Yang Shaolong has a big zebra on his crotch, holding a big slingshot, with a waning moon in his left eye and a crow in his right eye. He is galloping towards the enemy's million-strong army with his big white teeth bared..."
The little monk asked cutely: "Master, is he going to bite someone?"
