Let me tell you a story. This is a story from a long time ago. At that time, there were gods, immortals, spirits, and of course there were human beings. The mountains are still like mountains, and the water is still like water. If you could jump a hundred feet high, you would be able to see those gods quarreling in the clouds, bickering, or spreading out with red faces, secretly drinking the wine of the world, and talking about the rights and wrongs on the other side. The spirits each occupied the mountain as their kings. At that time, there was no such thing as cannibalism, and the various spiritual fruits on the mountain were not enough for the stomach. Who wanted to eat those sour, astringent, and bitter meats, which made people unhappy with their chattering. All living beings are in a friendly mood, and they will bow their hands when they see them, talking about which mountain top has the best spiritual fruit, which house has the little monsters who have worked hard to become immortals, and which wine shop is the most attractive.
If you ask how many mountains, how many clouds and how many cities there were at that time, oh my, how easy is it to say? Onlookers should not ask which dynasty and which generation it was from. I can't tell. It's just a story, a story about a mountain, a cloud and a city. Don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously.