Fahai, Take Me to Fetch the Scriptures

I still remember that evening beneath the Five-Finger Mountain.

The setting sun blazed, and a little girl jumped down from a white horse.

She was dressed in a monk's robe. With one palm strike, she split open the Five-Finger Mountain, pinned me to the ground, and said, "Are you coming with me to the Western Paradise, or should I send you there myself?"