The phoenix is so proud that it will not rest unless it is a parasol tree, it will not eat unless it is made of solid food, and it will not drink unless it is a sweet spring spring.
But no phoenix dared to fall on his head from the sycamore tree on the top of the thousand-foot mountain in Phoenix Valley, because the true form of this sycamore tree was the God Tongfan. But all this was only before Feng Wan was born. "Feng Wan, where is the peach blossom wine I buried under the tree?" "I drank it." Tong Fan sighed. "Feng Wan! Why was my Herb Garden burned down?" "Huh? Oh, I remember, Xiao Jin sneezed, and then nothing happened." Tong Fanren said. "Feng Wan! Why are the leaves on my sycamore tree gone?" "That leaf was bitten by an insect, so I picked it off." Tong Fan said angrily, "Feng Wan!" "What's the matter?" "From now on, I'm not allowed to set foot on Qianzhang Mountain?" "Humph! What kind of god is that stingy and won't come if he doesn't come? Come on, Xiao Jin, let's go find Grandpa Bodhi to play! I won't ignore Tong Fan anymore!"