Idiosyncrasies about traveling to the west
In an unknown place, there is a place shrouded in clouds and mist, where fruits are always fresh and flowers are in full bloom all year round, so some people call it "Flower and Fruit Mountain".
I live deep in this mountain. I am very old and have nothing to do all day long, but watch the clouds roll and relax. What's my name, you ask? Alas, a thousand years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and my name may have been unknown for a long time. When I jumped out of the stone, everything was in a state of confusion. My disciples and disciples called me "Great King"; people in the world called me "Monkey", "Stone Monkey" and so on. Until I got a name for the first time, the person who named me was called "Bodhi Patriarch"——
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