The bee hawk stood upright with its paws, and after several turns in place, it "swished" like an arrow and caught up with the stone, following him every step above his head.

The stone kissed the earth, caressed the sun, hugged the tree, greeted the birds, and he did everything he did to show kindness to the world.

He truly loved everything he saw, the voice he heard, every life, every inch of land.

He knows how to love better than ever.

Bathed in the sun and rain, the stone lay down on a smooth boulder, and found that his buttocks were cold and piercing, and he reached out to touch it, he actually did not wear pants, I don't know when he began to become accustomed to it at the bottom of the isolated cave.

The Bee Eagle snapped in an object, "Smack!" The ground was thrown in his face, and it was his pants.

"Hahaha! Only my mother has seen my ass, but I didn't expect to be seen by you, you really took advantage of it! ”

The bee eagle spreads its wings, opens its bow left and right, and flicks the face of the stone.

"Am I ashamed? Don't be complacent, it's not like I haven't seen your ass, hahaha! Stone put on his pants and stood up, but they fell to the ground again.

"Where's my belt?" He pretended to look at the bee hawk with a sad face.

The Bee Eagle held its head high, ignoring the stone's pleas.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong! You can help me get my belt back, or I'm going to see someone!" ”

The bee hawk happily raised its paws and flew away humming a small tune.

It's "Smack!" again. With a bang, a red rope fell in front of the stone.

"Shennong whip! Oops, how did I forget about you? Not good, the copper rod didn't bring out of the cave either! Shi stood up with his pants in one hand, and awkwardly took two steps forward and bent down to pick up the Shennong whip.

"Bang dang!" His eyes were shaken by the intense light.

"Copper rod!" Shi smiled and picked up the copper rod, and in his forgetfulness, his pants slipped from his waist again.

"Coo-goo, goo-goo!" The bee eagle flipped in the air and flew up the leafy canopy, looking down at the stones in a world of orange-red colors.

"Where's my belt?" Stone is pitiful, "Please, help me find it!" ”

The Bee Eagle sighed, rolled her eyes, and held back.

"What's wrong? Can't find my belt? You helped me find pants, Shennong whip and copper rod, how could I not find ......" The stone's eyes fell on Shennong's whip.

He found that the whip was neither thick nor thin, neither long nor short, and it was exactly what a belt looked like. He picked up the Shennong whip and tied it around his waist, and his pants were tied tightly, which was more suitable than an ordinary belt.

"Eaglet, you ......"

The young eagle flew merrily away from the treetops and hovered above the stones, no longer caring about his belated realization.

"Thank you!" The stone spreads out its palm, and the little eagle slowly falls, standing gently on it.

"If it weren't for you, I'd still be trapped in the cave now, how could I see such beautiful sunshine. If it weren't for you, I would have starved to death, how could I run and laugh like I do now. Little Eagle, would you like to stay with me for the rest of your life? ”

The little eagle pecked the palm of the stone lightly and made a "cooing" sound. Two consecutive leaves quietly fell on the Coptis chinensis, witnessing the immortal friendship between the stone and the little eaglet.

The powder is withered and hateful, and this heart should be cowardly and desolate.

No matter how haggard you are, you still love the fragrance of yellow flowers after the rain. ①

Suddenly, there was a loud recitation in the woods, and Stone's heart was surging, and he was about to meet the first person in more than a month, and although this man complained about the beautiful world in his eyes, he couldn't help but come forward to meet him.

Following the prestige, a middle-aged monk rode a sick old horse along a rugged mountain road. Every time there was a bump, the old horse made a noise, but the monk on the horse was at ease.

The heart of the stone bloomed and rushed forward: "Master, master! ”

The monk stopped the horse and looked at the stone, but he did not dismount.

"Master," said Stone without mind, running up to him with enthusiasm, "where are you going?" ”

"Humph! If there is a road, you can walk, if there is a mountain, you can climb, no matter where it goes. "The monk was wild and uninhibited, disdainful of answering the questions of the stones.

The stone was bored with himself, and his excitement slowly dissipated, and then he began to carefully examine the visitor.

Although the monk was a monk, he had a fierce face and did not have the charity of a monk at all. He has a pair of triangular eyes, and when he looks at people, he exudes a murderous aura.

His face was scrawny, with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks, like a sick tiger.

"Are you really a monk?" The stone also cast a disdainful gaze.

"Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Can't you see the poor monk's dress? The monk glared at the stone, his eyes fierce and not angry.

"Do you really see through the red dust, concentrate on cultivating Buddhism, and have nothing to do with this world?" Stone intended to provoke the monk, who was not really a tiger, after all.

"Hey! Stinky boy, how much do you know about Buddha? How much do you know about the world? The monk dismounted, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to reason with the stone.

The stone found that behind his fierce eyes, there was more curiosity about himself than contempt and disgust. He smiled slightly and continued: "Anyway, you don't look like a monk, you have a fierce face, and there is no monk like you. I think you're like a sick tiger! ”

Stone was unceremonious, and he didn't expect to speak ill of the first person he had seen in more than a month.

Hearing this, the monk's eyebrows unexpectedly furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned up, and an elusive smile appeared on his fierce face.

He took a step forward in high spirits, and the stone body couldn't help but take a step back. The Bee Eagle stands behind the rocks, ready to stick a knife in his friend's side.

"Really? Do you also think that the poor monk is like a sick tiger? "The monk sincerely asks for advice.

"Like, really like! I have a picture of a sick tiger in my house, and you are exactly like the tiger in the painting. "The stone does not intend to retreat, and those who have experienced death are not afraid of anything.

"Hahaha!" The monk looked up to the sky and laughed, "This is the destiny of heaven!" ”

"Monk, are you okay?" At the beginning, Shi also called this monk a master, but now that he is crazy, he is no longer polite to him, "I just treated an uncle for madness in the previous paragraph, do you want me to take your pulse?" ”

"Hahaha!" The monk ignored the stone's cynicism and basked in his own pleasure.

He pointed to the northeast direction and said: "When the poor monk visited Songshan Temple, he met Yuan Hui. Do you know who Yuan Heng is? ”

"I know." Stone said.

"You know?" The monk glared at him, his triangular eyes glowing unusually bright. It was the first time he had looked at a stone, "Tell me about it." His tone was much kinder, like he was talking to a friend.

"Yuan Hui is known to others as Liuzhuang Jushi, and he is a strange physiognomy man. I heard that when he was traveling to Luojia Mountain, he encountered a strange monk and taught him the art of physiology. ”

The stone spoke unhurriedly about what he had seen.

Although he doesn't like to read, he has loved to find out about gonzo since he was a child. Visitors to the Prime Minister's Mansion are varied, some are good at telling anecdotes, and some like to brag about gossip.

Except for those who shake their heads and recite poems, and those who shout and shout in the eight beautiful essays, he is very compatible with other people who are named by their fathers and do not learn and do not know.

"Well, stinky boy, you really understand." The monk nodded approvingly.

The stone triumphantly continued: "He is harsh in his appearance, and not everyone shows him. ”

"Well, that's true." The monk nodded again.

He first sprinkled red beans and black beans in the dark room, looked up at the scorching sun, and when he was dizzy, he tried to distinguish the color of the red beans and black beans in the dark room. If he can tell the difference, he will show people's faces. Looking at the appearance, he chose it at night. He would first light two candles and use the candlelight to observe the person's image and complexion. After looking at it, and then refer to the year and month of his birth, you can know the blessings and misfortunes of death. ”

The stone stretched out his palm, allowing the rattling bee eagle to rest on his hand, for he was sure that the danger was over and that the enemy in front of him might become his friend.

"Stinky boy, how do you know so much? He won't show you a picture too, will he? The monk asked in surprise.

"Hahaha!" Not really, but I heard from friends from all over the world. My dad has a copy of "Liuzhuang Xiangfa" in his study, but I have never read it. ”

"Who is your father?" The monk asked.

"My father is a ......" Shi was a little carried away, but he still stopped the precipice in time, and the words "Prime Minister of Jinzuo" were swallowed by him. After experiencing the drizzle on the rivers and lakes, he has begun to understand the ability to grow his mind.

"My father is a petty official." The stone gently stroked the bee eagle's feathers, calming him down, the one who had not yet fully trusted the strange monk in front of him.

"You monk is strange. You don't ask who I am, but who my father is. So who are you? ”

"You kid won't lose anything. Well, the poor monk will tell you first. The poor monk is a fugitive, and you can also call the poor monk Daoyan. ”

The stone didn't know if the monk was also making up nonsense like himself, or because some mysterious identity had not yet been revealed, or because he had been trained by strong winds and waves, he knew how to protect himself, but the stone didn't care.

"Alright, Runaway. My name is Stone. One name for another. I won't tell you my father's name. ”

"Whatever you want, if you like to say it or not, don't say it if you're afraid of suffering."

"Then you say, "Run away." You ran into Yuan Hui, and then what happened? ”

"That's right, that's right, the poor monk went on to say, it's all your stinky boy. He saw the poor monk and said to the poor monk, 'What a strange monk! The eyes are triangular, shaped like a sick tiger, and the sex will be murderous, and Liu Bingzhong is also flowing. (2) Hahaha! ”

"Sick tiger" does not sound like a compliment in stone.

The tiger is ferocious and tyrannical, and although it is the king of beasts, it is hated because of the harm it causes to humans. Wizards drive tigers, heroes fight tigers, and humans are reluctant to get close to tigers.

Unless on the battlefield, in order to annihilate the enemy, he is willing to turn into a lion and a tiger, and destroy everything.

"Sickness" is a taboo for the people, and being free of illness is a blessing. Illness is like a demon, and everyone avoids it.

"Sickness" plus "tiger", that is the most brutal demon, the most dangerous sign.

The stone turned around and ran, and the bee eagle followed closely, forming an impenetrable barrier between the stone and the escapee.

Note: (1) Quoted from "Ancient Poetry Network"

(2) Citation: "History of the Ming Dynasty, Biography of Yao Guangxiao"