On the cliffs, there are three or five clusters of sleeping trees, their roots are tightly inserted in the cracks of the stones, and the bodies of the trees are outside, and when the wind comes, they whirl and tremble, lining the black stones, they are like the heads of pulsatillas. The cliffs are stacked layer by layer, the corners are hairy, like torn paper piled up in one place, there is an attic hanging on one place, a long hall is hung on one place, there is a stone cave on the cliff to ambush, connected with the attic, the long hall. The buildings look like mounds of insects piled up on the bark of trees in the summer, not very ornate, but they feel quite quaint. The position of these buildings is quite high from the underground potential, about 100 thousand, flying clouds and tiles, mist and ying, cranes are long in the sky, and the shadows are ethereal.

On the high platform protruding from the cliff, there is a woman dancing solo, she is dressed in a neon dress, her feet are wearing gorgeous shoes, the clouds are elevated, her body is spinning, and she is carrying and receiving. Out and fall in the clouds, and step on the crane to rise, the autumn flowers on behalf of the moon, like the state of the sunset snow. The dance steps spin the geese back to the array, the light body is slightly retracted, and the driving is longitudinal, and it flies in front of Yu Huaizhang.

"What are you doing here?"

Yu Huaizhang squatted beside a pebble, silent, resting his head on the side of his shoulder, his eyes slanting at her. At this point, any words are disqualified.

"What are you doing here?" said the dancing woman who walked up to it, stroked its head, and stroked its thinning hair, her voice much softer, and her tone more deliberate.

"Play. He stirred his hands together, rummaged through his fingernails with his left and right hands, and crunched each joint on his fingers.

"Don't run around next time, you see, the clothes are wet, these clothes are not easy to wash, I'm afraid they will be scattered after washing, don't come here next time." ”

"I see, stepmother. He picked up his coat and found that the petals woven on the skirt had spread out, fell on the water, and disappeared.

"Sister, why did this little ghost come here?" a voice came into its ears, like an earworm playing with its eardrums, itchy, it straightened its little finger, put it in the ear and took out a lump of earwax. He tilted his head and puffed out his mouth, like a puffer fish with a bulging head. It looked at the woman behind its stepmother, and its usual sense of fear was much less, and it responded very politely: "Auntie." ”

After the days passed, Yu Huaizhang really felt the slippery feeling on his body during that time. It no longer leans against the tree and scratches its calves, and sometimes it jumps into the stream and swims naked, like a water monkey. The white fish in the stream does not have the sweetness of those wild fruits when it is eaten raw for the first time, but it does not reject the stickiness of the fish body, when the fish flows past it, it will feel that time has passed by it, scraping its body, but there is no wrinkle, but the skin is tighter and more greasy, the star lane tells it that the mucus of the white fish in the stream can instantly make the wound heal, if the skin is not hindered, it can nourish the body and skin, prolong life, it is a stone man, unlike a tree with growth rings, people have years to assess their aging status. Therefore, Xing Lane had to measure the length of its radius to indicate its age, for example, if it was a little longer than a centimeter, it would be born for an age, in order to let it also know the concept of time and the meaning of its own existence, it would lightly scratch it in the palm of its palm, perhaps because the white fish ate too much, and when it was cut in the palm of its hand, it would flow out some fishy saliva, and the white fish had a taste. When it encounters such a condition, it folds its hands and waits for a moment for the wound to disappear without leaving a single scar, except for its own coat of arms.

In the days that followed, his stepmother felt that she could read and count for her convenience. At night, it simply stays here and sleeps with the cranes with their heads in their wings, their feathers cold but warm to snuggle up. When it couldn't sleep, it plucked a feather from the crane, ignoring the pain. It likes to watch Crane cramp and jump in its sleep from pain, just as it was kicked away and bullied by a troll. It pinched its feathers, pounded some juice out of the bile of the dead white fish, and lay on the stone to write and draw, and its stepmother's words were indeed not very easy to write, and its short three fingers made it quite inferior in calligraphy and painting, at best, it could only draw a peugeot circle, a neat square, and some horizontal and vertical lines of the same length. It will run horizontally and vertically through circles, squares, with the intention of creating a text that can be understood by itself. This creativity is given to it by the nourishment of those mountain fruits and white fish after it has opened its mind.

Creation created heaven and earth, heaven and earth created the mountains and rivers here, and mountains and rivers created the white fish and crystal cranes here for their playmates, so they were born of heaven and earth, and they can also create things for their playmates. When the clouds in the mountains were very low, it no longer lay on the pebbles to bask in the sun, but reached out to pick it like a house cat that had gotten rid of its sleepiness, but when it couldn't pick it up, it slipped again, broke its jaw, and cried in unbearable pain. After crying, he continued to play with the feathers of the crane and write, and in the days that followed, he was more able to grasp the strength of his wrist and the movement of his feathers, so he wrote down a few words that his stepmother had been teaching him, which was the name of the place: a water room. After writing it, I was so surprised that I danced happily in my flowered clothes, and when I was drunk to the heart, I accidentally slipped on the pebble, but someone here supported its thin body, and it didn't end up with the tragic end of breaking its jaw bone again.

"What is so happy? I can't stand on my feet?" said a creature with large earlobe shoulders, webbed feet, a loud, gruffy voice, and a smooth head like it, and then carefully straightened it. It observed the creature that saved it in front of it, and saw that its eyeliner was raised, its eyebrow bones were protruding, and its face was flat, with a cold and intelligent appearance. In its subconscious, this kind of person will definitely not cause harm to it, so it stretches out his hand like a human being, and says hello: "You saved me, thank you." ”

"Haha, I live here, no one has spoken, I see you like a monkey, I think I don't know human language, so I saved you. As you said, you know that I exist, do you want to kill you?" said the bald head, which was five short and short, and its webbed was attached to the pebble and could be sucked hard.

Although he was stupid, Yu Huaizhang could still feel his murderous intention, and at this moment it wanted to call, but was stopped by the bald man, waved his hand and said: "It's useless, those two women can't see me, it's useless to shout." After speaking, he laughed out loud and continued: "My name is Xiqi Monk, and I am transformed by the bull hooligan on the white bear, bull hooligan, I guess you don't know what this thing is, anyway, you can plunge into your flesh and eat your skin in it, and ......after a long time, he smiled again, "I will eat all the diseases and insects in your body, and you will be radiant and full of energy." ”

Yu Huaizhang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and at this time it couldn't feel the fetal movement of the pebbles, so he jumped down and tried his best to communicate with it in the form of his life.

"Are you a god, Monk of Joy, sir. Yu Huaizhang said, after Mr. Zun's name, he also added the word "sir", which was taught by his stepmother, the male title should be added to Mr., and the female should be added to Miss, so that it will not be rude.

"I am a loose monk in this mountain, I have been enlightened since I was formed, I have fallen here to take care of these pebbles, don't underestimate these pebbles, if any of them are broken, it is my karma, if it hatches one, it is my merit, don't say it, with merit, my body can come out of my human form, and somehow, my feet have grown something like a duck's paw, cough!" After speaking, the creature named the Joyful Monk covered his face in remorse, It's not that I couldn't help but suck the saliva of a few more white fish, but I can't help it, you look at these crystal cranes, they have no merit and no virtue, they can only fly, but they eat and swim freely every day, which is like me. I was here all day long, eating and drinking, and if I was really greedy, I would steal white fish, and the merits of my cultivation would be scattered all of a sudden, and my feet were still webbed. As he spoke, the monk coughed twice, spit out an old phlegm from his throat against the valve, and went down the river. "I'm now, I'm also free, and others can't see me, although the pebbles here hatch one by one crystal cranes, no one knows that it is my merit, but I also end up with a clear conscience, and my face is full of joy, so I call myself a happy monk. Although I often violated the precepts of being a monk, I didn't cause a shortage of age to the crystal crane and the white bear. After saying that, the joyful monk scraped his head with his hand, wiped off the sweat deposited, there is a lot of light cold here, and I don't know where he got the sweat. "The word merit is really unclear, it is not clear, it is still rare to be confused. He concluded.