If you stay here any longer, you won't feel any signs of anomalies, and here you will be caught by the ravines and closed heavenly mouths, and the peaks will be craggy, and these peaks will look like a little ink seeping through the rough absorbent paper of the heavenly dome. No matter how the season of the snow-capped mountains is replaced, the cold air on the mouth of the sky will combine with the transpiration of water vapor, turning into a burst of snow falling back on it, covering the smooth pebbles, looking like a taro ball wrapped in sugar. On the sky, on a clear day, you can still see the clouds that are scurrying by, and the pebbles here will not speak, and it will feel bored if it forgets the annoyance of being mocked. Even if there is a happy monk as a companion.

"You know what? There is only one of thousands of gadflies that has this kind of chance, so I'm unique here, and I'm unique in this world. Sometimes my Buddha's heart trembles, and I also want to find a girl next door......" After speaking, the Xiqi monk habitually scraped his head with the back of his hand, from the forehead to the back of his head, but in fact, there were no oil stains on his head. "But I laughed at the world in my own way. "It stands to reason that after becoming a Buddha, even if you are an ignorant insect who becomes a monk, there should be no greed, hatred, hatred, and obsession, and the dirt of the children of the layman, such as wine and wealth, but there are signs of it in some happy monks. Maybe it has the form of a monk, but it doesn't have the virtue of a monk. These were also known after they stole the hatchlings that hatched from white fish and eggs. It kept saying that it was to protect these pebbles, but it was stealing food by itself, which made the ignorant Yu Huaizhang feel a little creepy.

"That's the way it is. Some eggs can't hatch a bird, even if it's necrotic, stinky, and can't become a bird, it's better to be eaten by me, replenish physical strength, you see I'm alone, and there is no girl next door to care, dead is dead, living to do something that can make you happy, hungry naturally unhappy. After saying that, he scraped the back of his hand on his fat belly, and scraped a lot of greasy. "Although they are bred by these cranes, no one cares about them. If it weren't for me, they would have died, and when it snowed, I spread rice straw on them, and when it was cold, I would lie on them like an old hen to warm them. After a long time, they also reached the actual opportunity to come out of the shell, and they also jumped out, stepping on the broken shell and walking tremblingly. After that, the monk drank a few sips of wine, but he didn't know where he got it. "I also taught them to walk, and they followed me one by one, treating me like their father, haha. The laughter was followed by crying: "How can a father devour his own child?" While crying and drinking, the cry contains some sadness for the death of the young crane.

Yu Huaizhang also learned from him to drink some wine, and then ate some young cranes that were steamed, roasted and solidified and extremely chewable. When it eats to the fullest, its mouth and face will be covered with the wet wings of the young crane, and the uncoagulated blood of the young crane will remain on the gums. For these half-cooked foods, the two also had more experience in later days. They crumple the eggshells of these young cranes, and some mud to make a simple pot table, the pot helmet is a strange thickness and diameter of the egg egg cut in half made, originally, the joy monk also counted on this egg can hatch a giant crane, and then break its wings for themselves and then break its wings for their own riding, now their own body fat heart is wide, plus the feet are webbed, walking hard, a mount is still needed, it heard that the great trend of the vast mana to the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva has a mount, and can save some legs and feet when promoting Buddhism. But now it's a matter of trouble, the crane that had high hopes didn't hatch, but the corpse was buried in his belly, or not, he couldn't ride it and preach the Dharma to its kind, besides, he couldn't read a lot of words, and his language organization skills were not good, and those cranes often flew in the sky, wandering around, afraid that they would not be able to listen to the lectures, and they would lose face.

After the pot is ready, they will be stillborn with eggs, unscaled white fish, lice on white bears, and some nitrate that grows from the damp rock crevices.

After eating, Yu Huaizhang will learn to be a happy monk, lying on the root of an old tree with a crooked neck, and burp comfortably, he needs to wave his hand to catch up, otherwise the smell in the nostrils will make him vomit. It looked at the white clouds in the sky, some of the clouds were not so white, like a little gray on the cover of a fingernail, but it did not seem to hinder its appreciation of the clouds. Life is like a stretch, there will be a lot of things hidden, but a lot of it is water, and if you squeeze it hard, you won't remember it. At this moment, it only remembered the first time its stepmother knitted flowers when it was in the cherry blossom forest, and forgot the ridicule of the strange stones that thought it was clever, the bird that the robin pulled on its head when it flew through the sky with its tail, and forgot these inconsequential things, and the slippery time was suddenly scratched clean. Everything in this world, the scattered and delicate clouds, the flowing water thrown from the nine heavens, the wind pumping in the stagnant air, the sleepiness that does not move, and the unknown crooked neck tree under the pillow, the smooth bark moistened by bodily fluids on the crooked neck tree, are all lurking on the track of time. In this way, time is the most real thing, real enough to make people ignore the actual things, images. Realizing this, it will pull out a precisely scaled bone ruler from its armpit and measure the length of the radius.

When it grew up a little more, in addition to eating, drinking, and playing, it would pull a feather from the sleeping crane, paint with the bile of the fish, talk and read a few words, and feel the stench of the handwriting, and lose interest in writing. It is a human judgment to look at the stench of one's own mouth differently from the stench emitted by the decomposing corpses of the outside world. It is also strange that the stench emitted from the mouth is not reminiscent of the decay of a dead body swallowed into the belly, but the outside world can, which shows that people are always good at forgiving themselves and being harsh on the outside world. As a result, there are also people who would rather swallow their own bitter water than swallow the nutritious vomit in other people's mouths.

After a period of time, the Xiqi monk disappeared, and his existence was just a rising blister for Yu Huaizhang's life, which could cause its mentality, and the trajectory of his life would change. Although he is changed by a gadfly, he has his own thoughts, his own opinions, he integrates into his own life, pulls out the things in his life that are hidden in the folds, and reveals them in his vision, so that he can see the details of what he does, although he cannot understand the original intention of doing these things, 0. It still hasn't asked what a gadfly is.

That morning, it crouched on the stacked pebbles and waited for him, but after waiting for a long time, the mist rising from the ground was very penetrated by the light of the sky, and the pebbles, the pikegrass, the streams, and the sloppy sleep on the ground were shadowed by the light seeping through the mist. The clouds in the sky traveled quickly, and he disappeared after being stretched by the heavenly wind. There are a few crystal cranes lying on the sleeping tree on the cliff corner, and from time to time there are cranes, their voices are delicate, and they tear the air slightly hoarse. The attic on the cliff was flickering, and Yu Huaizhang's stepmother and aunt got up early to dance, and when Yu Huaizhang saw them, he didn't know what they were doing all day long.

Towards noon, the fog quickly receded. Some of the remnants surround the silhouette of pebbles, shuttle grass, and stiff sleep, drawing a layered outline, when the sun crown is in the sky, the joyful monk did not wait, but waited for his stepmother and aunt, during this time, about a month or so, the stepmother ignored herself, leaving only a pile of washed fruit, eating, drinking, and letting it take care of herself. However, she didn't know that not only could she eat minced meat normally now, but she also learned a few words, although the radius bone did not grow significantly, but she knew her physique very well.

When the stepmother came, it squatted indifferently on a pebble, buried its head and drew lines, circles and other inexplicable shapes alone. The stepmother prepared a delicious meal, and it didn't eat a few bites.

"This kid has been so weird lately that he doesn't even eat his favorite food. His stepmother and aunt watched it from afar, sitting under a gazebo on the ground, eating, and on the table was a pile of duck-like things, of shape and size, not the webbed feet of a crane.

"Do you want to eat good things?" Xing Lang picked something that resembled a duck's paw in his hand and shook it a few times. And when it saw the food, it began to cry.

He has understood the carnal nature of his stepmother and aunt, especially his aunt, who is not happy without meat, and his stepmother, who likes to drink a cup of warm blood, is something he does not like to eat.

"What have you done to him?!, can't you see him?" He spoke so coherently for the first time, and he pulled out his head buried deep in his knees, glancing at his stepmother with a cold light.