I, a snake that has grown for five hundred years and still cannot shed its skin, have my back rubbed with an iron file by my mother every day. It wasn't until I blew away the weasel spirit with a breath of dragon's breath that I realized something was wrong. What's even more outrageous is that I picked up a big golden rooster who called himself Si Chen. Not only could he breathe fire, but he also always wanted to be the king of chickens. One of us thought he was a snake, and the other thought he was a chicken. We were struggling to survive in the demon world, and by the way, we caused chaos in heaven. This is probably the legendary dragon and phoenix presenting auspiciousness (chicken flying and dog jumping version)!
