I originally thought this mountain, being occupied by a toad for cultivation, wouldn't amount to much.
Now, upon closer inspection, Tao Qian realized he was mistaken.
He saw a mountain rugged and handsome, ancient bamboo forests, cascading waterfalls, deep ravines, and old immortal peaks... The landscape one expects of a blessed spiritual mountain was fully in place—if a proper True Practitioner of the Dao had used this place as a Daoist Field, Tao Qian might have also witnessed dragons' roars and tigers' cries, cranes dancing and apes howling. Elk emerging from flowers, and Qingluan birds singing to the sun, among other grand spectacles.
Alas, this perfectly fine spiritual mountain had been seized by the Wutong Evil Cultivators.
Except for the Wutong Temple, because this master had a liking for cleanliness, it barely maintained the appearance of a serene temple.
