Arigen sat on a deck chair in the park, alone in a daze.

A white kitten, curled up in a ball, leans against a rooted cloth shoe.

The midday sun was dazzling, and in the brilliant golden light, there was a trace of snow white.

Yougen blinked, and there was a little anger in his slightly dull gaze.

"In February, there will be snow in Chengdu?"

Pulling the red ribbon in his hand, Yougen looked at the kitten that was leaning on the cloth shoe and shrunk into a ball.

"Fat cat, go home. ”

The fat cat didn't react, curled up together, up and down, and occasionally snoring of varying severity.

Yougen pulled up the ribbon in his hand and lifted the kitten at his feet in front of him.

"Why are you still sleeping? Looking at the cat in front of him, lifted by the ribbon, revealing a round belly, but still with his eyes closed, there was a trace of incomprehension in his eyes.

At this time, a grain of snow white, suddenly floated in, crystal clear particles, in the sun, scattered soft and transparent light, hit the eyes of the root, and stopped in front of the root.

Then, Yougen felt his eyelids suddenly become heavy.

Yougen felt abnormal, but his consciousness was uncontrollably blurred rapidly, and he eventually lost consciousness.

In the dark, there is a root who does not know how long he has been asleep, and he does not know where he is.

It wasn't until the dying consciousness gradually became clear that I opened my eyes naturally.

What catches your eye is the green leaves in the sky, which are as big as a fan, and the rays of the sun shining through the gaps between the green leaves.

Yougen propped himself up, but there was a cold and slippery touch between his palms.

"Huh?" Yougen looked down and found himself with a rock beneath him.

On the surface of the rock, a thin layer of moss grows.

Among the moss, there are also a few lichens, and many ferns with roots that cannot be named.

Slightly surprised, Arigen stood up from the rock, raised his head, craned his neck, and looked into the distance.

Between the undulating foothills, dead leaves are paved with ancient trees.

Faintly, at the bottom of the foothills, a white, thick mist could be seen vaguely.

"What's going on?" said a hand over his chin, frowning in thought.

"Isn't it, I've crossed over. ”

Thinking of the possibility of dog blood, there was a right hand into a fist in the palm of the left hand, and there was an excited look on his face.

Then, this glimmer of excitement turned into great fear.

"I, have I crossed over?" sat on the mossy rock, and one of his faces was bitter and wanted to cry.

God can see pity, and Yougen, who has been in the society for many years, is no longer an otaku who used to stay at home all day long, only facing the computer.

Yougen knows very well that for a flat-headed person like him, who has no long-term plan, crossing is not a good thing.

The faces of parents and relatives appeared in front of them, and their tearful eyes were rooted, and there was an urge to call their mother.

After sitting on the rock for a while, one blinked, got up from the rock again with a bitter face, and looked at the surroundings with resignation.

The rocks underneath him are very high, and there are roots that are not estimated to be about three meters long.

The side of the rock shrouded in the shadow of the trees is rounded and smooth, and the sunny side is uneven and covered with deep ravines.

On the stone walls between the ravines, there are obvious footprints left by climbing.

A root followed the ravine of the rock and walked down the rock.

At the moment of landing, the sleeves of his body hung on the bushes on the ground, and he didn't notice it, and as soon as he took a step with his legs, he heard a snort.

Yougen frowned, raised his hand, looked at the cracked sleeve, and felt distressed for a moment before he was surprised.

Observing the clothes on his body, Yougen found that he was wearing a blue robe.

The long skirt covers the legs, the sleeves hang down, the inside of the cuffs is tied with four patches, and a blue cloth bag is tied around the waist.

Shocked, one of his hands touched the top of his head, touched the bulging crown of hair on his head, and his eyes moistened again.

"How did I become a monk. ”

There is a root who crossed over, dressed in Taoist clothes, and at the top of the mountain where he is located, there is a Taoist temple.

Twenty miles away from the foot of the mountain, there is a small town.

Unaware of the situation, he rolled up his floor-length sleeves and strode down the mountain.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult, the terrain is undulating and steep, and there are roots that are sweating profusely, and when the sky is in the twilight, they can only walk to the mountainside.

With a dry mouth, he covered his waist and sat down on a dead tree by the side of the road.

"It's too hard to walk. Yougen gasped for breath and turned his head, observing his surroundings.

"Isn't it,...... Camping tonight?"

A cold wind blew, with a slight chill, and the root sitting on the dead tree struck a spirit around his body, and heard a sound of water in his ears.

Yougen quickly stood up from the dead tree, a look of longing in his eyes.

Raising his foot and walking into the grass beside the road, there was a root looking in the direction where the sound of water came.

The weeds are waist-high, the roads are muddy, there are roots but you don't know it, and along the way, the surrounding scenery has gradually changed, and the original mountain road is no longer visible.

Peeling aside a bush of lush weeds in front of him, he saw a small stream.

The crystal clear water flows happily in the narrow river, and when you stand next to the stream, you feel a burst of coolness.

Then, Yougen frowned, for he could clearly smell a scent.

Water, how can there be a fragrance.

There was no rush to scoop water to drink, Yougen turned his head and looked along the waterway to the source of the flowing water.

Then he saw a low rock near the stream.

On the low rock, a man sits.

The man on the boulder wears a wide hat on his head and a robe that he has only seen on TV.

The hat is made of strips, which is very shabby, and there are several cracks in the brim.

The wheat stalks on the coat were jet-black and had a few tears on it.

But both the hat and the cloak are very wide, completely hiding the people on the low stone in the shadows.

Yougen couldn't see the face of the man on the dwarf, but he was still very happy in his heart, he finally saw the man.

Walking quickly to the man's side, Yougen couldn't wait to ask, "That, may I ask...... Uncle?"

The man who had been called Uncle did not answer, but instead stretched out a hand from under his coat and pointed to the downstream of the stream.

His eyes were fixed on the back of his moss-covered and pale blue hand, and he frowned tightly, pretending to turn his head in the direction that the man on the dwarf stone was pointing out, but he deliberately stopped in the middle of the process, his eyes locked on the other party.