Five hundred years ago, he stood proudly in the clouds, turning his hands into clouds and rain, looking down at the world and finding no opponent.
The monkey that jumped out from the cracks in the rocks destroyed his mansion, so he suppressed him for five hundred years in the name of Buddha.
Five hundred years later, a child walked out of a crack in the rocks. He went into the mountain to check, but he had not come out for hundreds of years.
There are rumors in heaven that there is a ghost in this mountain.
Intention: my thoughts