The Ten Years I Spent Guarding the Mountain

A forgotten barren mountain, an abandoned waste. Guard the mountain for ten years and guard the heart for a hundred years. When the god returns, the monks flee, He picked up the broom left by his master and stood in front of the mountain gate. "Think about it and step on my body." One person, one mountain, one thousand years. This is the story of the last generation of mountain guards. ——The mountain is there, so the mountain guard is also there.