On the forum of Si Meng, there's a poem titled "Good Things Nearby" by Lu You: Ascending the lotus peak in the autumn dawn, treading high on the green wall that leans against the sky. Who will accompany Old Man Fang? There's a light staff from the Tiantan Mountain. Suddenly with a clang, it transforms into a red dragon flying, thunder and rain darken the four mountains. With a smile and talk, a bountiful year is made, laughing at the monk's humble abode and his trembling body. This might be an imagination or a dream journey.