Flying Peak

the legend is that there was a small flying mountain peak in sichuan.

it flew to the east, to the west, and wherever it flew, it crushed many houses and killed many.

then there was a monk in the fortress of the west lake, because he was mad and mad all day, and he did not follow the rules of the buddha, so they called him mad.

one day, the mad monk learned of the noon light and that strange mountain would fly to the village in front of the invisible temple.

fearing that the mountain would crush many people, he rose up and went to his village, door to door, and said, “there's a mountain coming to the village today at noon.

let's move.

it's too late!" the old man listens to his head shakes: "crazy monk, you're here again to have fun.

the mountain is the top.

who's seen the flying mountain!" "where are our poor tenants moving?" if a mountain falls, you'll die." "don't lie to me! when the mountain comes down, you hold your shoulder.

we're not afraid." the little twigs followed him, and pointed their hands at the fun.

the mad monk had taken care of hundreds of families in the village.

he said he had broken his lips and spitted dry, but no one believed him and no family was ready to move.

the higher the sun rises, the nearer the noon eye arrives, and the mad monks turn around.

at that point, he suddenly heard the sound of a blow-off, a blow-off, and rushed towards it.

look, well, there's a married family, and people come in, and it's hilarious.

when he thought about it, he pushed the people out of front of the house, no matter what happens to him, and took the bride to his shoulder and took the door and ran away from the village.

the red shawl on the bride's head has not been removed, and suddenly it's confusing to fly behind his back and wonder what's going on.

the mad monk took the bride.

people grab the locks of the door, squirt their necks, swing their heads, pick up nails, and catch up.

one after the other, the other shouts, "get the mad monk!" don't let him get away! now, it's gonna be all right.

whether relatives are relatives or not, friends or friends, male, female, old or little, the whole village has been pursued.

it's only the village owner who's not moving, who's standing in front of the door and saying, "it's a new thing, hip-hop!" a mad monk with a bride on his back.

he ran fast! they've been chasing him for a couple of miles.

wait till the sun comes, the mad monk stands still.

he lays down the bride from his back, goes on one of his own and shakes the fanny.

people came to him and were about to catch him, but they didn't expect him to be in the dark, reaching out with no fingers, and the wind was blowing.

and suddenly, when the "blasting" started, the people were stunned, and people were up, and the wind stopped, and the sun was on top of their heads, and they saw a mountainJust fell on their villages.

It is clear to people that the mad monks took the bride to save everyone's life.

Villages are under the mountains and everyone is homeless.

Some people are dying to get their feet kicked and they cry.

The mad monk said, "What are you crying for? You do not know that the village's owners have been crushed down the mountain, and that in the future each of you will grow his own land and fear not being able to build a house." People are saying that they are happy and happy that they are trying to disperse, and the mad monks are saying, “Don't go, guys.

Listen to me.

This mountain peak, if it can fly from elsewhere, will fly from here; it will fly to other places to kill many people.

"And if we cut it out of the mountains with 500 stones, then we can settle it and not let it go anywhere else to harm." Listen, all of you said yes, you're going to get your hands on the hammer, you're going to dig, you're going to be busy all night, and you're going to get 500 stoned and you're going to be covered in stoned Buddhas.

He only cut the body of Rohan, but he could not have cut his eyebrow out.

The mad monk said, "I have a way.

Let me do it!" Instead of hammering him, he scratched his face with his long fingernails.

Half a day's work and 500 stone-throwing khakis have been put in their eyes.

This little mountain can never fly anywhere and stay in front of the Invisible Temple! Because it's coming from somewhere else, it's called the Flying Peak。