"When we climb over the mountain in front of us and reach the top of another mountain, we will see a vermilion temple with a big red snake as big as a water tank. The old man is coiled there, and it depends on which naughty boy is running around to eat him... …”
In the remote mountains, there are people whispering stories.
Reading to the end, I laughed.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll come to your door if you spread such rumors?"
As the sound fell, the silent mountains suddenly sounded with the clang of gold and iron, and the red giant disappeared into the deep pool, leaving an old storybook on the shore.
The unfolded pages of the storybook have turned slightly yellow, and there is a line of words written on it——
"There is a temple in Nanshan, where the Red Immortal sleeps. Its eyes are like golden fire, and its body is like red steel. With the wind and rain blowing, it shines brightly on the people. It is named Nanzhu."
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