I can only go with you to a distant land. With me and the sun and the moon, no matter how far the road is, it is only an instant to arrive.

The sun is shining, and the drunken lord is bustling with people.

Dressed in red, she leaned lazily on the railing of the second floor, quite bored.

In the dense flow of people, he suddenly attracted her attention.

Who made him a monk, wearing a white monk's robe, white and glowing, spotless, and already very eye-catching in the coarse linen clothes. A shiny head reflected the sunlight and flashed into her eyes.

So her eyes lit up rarely.

This is a young monk with fiery eyes and a bright eye.

"Little monk, come in and have a glass of wine!"

The red fox's fingertips flickered, and a plainly dressed woman walked out of the drunken building and greeted her.

The monk glanced up at the red fox.

It's just a little goblin who has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and his body is thin, and he is not a fierce demon. He was in a hurry and didn't bother to take care of it, how could he dare to take the initiative to provoke?

The red fox was startled by this look, pretended to be calm, turned his head back, and blocked half of his face with a fan.

"Why should a mediocre person drink when he is drunk." The monk whispered, "You drunken pavilion, I'm afraid you don't have much business, right?" Little fox? ”

The monk looked up, the sun falling on his face, and a bright smile.

It is as if the ice has cracked in the cold of winter, seeping clear water and flowing into the steaming hot springs...... The red fox's curiosity about humans reached its peak at this moment......

Grandpa Tree asks her why she spends hours every day playing this boring illusion.

For two hundred years, the little beings under the big tree had not lived a few days of peace, and she was often turned into all kinds of things, forced to imitate all kinds of people.

She said, "That's how the world is." Drunken Pavilion, the beautiful woman upstairs, the drunken gold fan in the building, and the hurried pedestrians downstairs. ”

Dashu remembered that five hundred years ago, when she was only a few months old fox, she secretly ran far away, ran out into the street, and when the hunter saw this little fox with fiery red hair, he let the dog bite it. She was so frightened that she ran out of her mind before she died, but she finally ran within the control of the big tree before she died, and her life was saved, and she was scratched by a hound in her buttocks. For the rest of the day, she pouted and bragged about her journey to the world, smiling contentedly in an exclamation......

It turns out that human beings are not only dusty women with heavy makeup on the Drunken Yong Pavilion, it turns out that human beings are not just brains full of fat who eat and drink in the Drunken Yong Pavilion, and it turns out that human beings are not just anxious and anxious pedestrians in the Drunken Yong Pavilion......

It turns out that there are still such people among human beings, who can carry the breeze, carry the warm sun, and be accompanied by all the good things in the world......

Is there a greater variety of people? Just like a bird perched on the same tree, there are also black, white, and gray ......

The monk laughed: "I'm sorry for making you think that the world is nothing more than that." ”

"What kind of people are there in the world?"

"I am a monk, and I can only see two kinds of people, one can be crossed, and the other is difficult to cross."

"I want to go and see, maybe I can see more kinds of people."

"It's a long way. Little fox. ”

"I'm afraid that the world is not big enough."

The monk walked on the road, dressed in white, with black shoes, a string of prayer beads in his hand, and a big Buddha in his heart, which was enough.

But he was followed by a little fox with fiery red fur, jumping and running happily.