Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

The first peak in the heaven, the place where Fan Deng must pass through the fairyland.It has been free from dust for many years, and the scenery moves with the heart, so it is called "Yingtai Peak".

The scenery of Yingtai Peak changes with the wishes of the owner of the peak. It is said that many years ago, the top of the mountain was snowed all the year round, and even the bamboo forest was stained with snow spots, so it is also called "Feng Xue Bamboo".

A few years later, for some reason, Yingtai Mountain began to produce brilliant green peaches, covering the mountains and plains, with a colorful light glow. Since then, the barren mountains have been divided into spring and winter, and another hundred years have passed. Summer and autumn gradually appeared on the mountain, and the four seasons rotated. It is becoming more and more stable, even abnormally stable. Spring, summer, autumn and winter each occupy three months, one day is not more, one day is not less.

When the stubborn stone woke up from the top of the mountain, it had already survived the thousand-year frost and smelled the centenarian flowers. I can't help but stop and take a second look.

"You're still alive!" the stone would yell when it heard the footsteps of the mountain master, "I haven't come for several days, I thought you were gone!"

The owner of the mountain stood in front of the cliff with his hands behind his back as usual, and ignored him.

"You are still very quiet today." Shitou said, "What are you looking at again? Isn't the water below still flowing as before?"

The owner of the mountain finally lowered his eyes to look at him, and said, "Spring is here."

Shi Shi innocently said "Yeah": "Insects are coming to crawl on me again." As he said that, he giggled again: "Immortal, let's talk about it, let's jump this spring, don't let the insects crawl on me."

The owner of the mountain didn't even bother to give him eyes.

Shitou said: "Okay, old-fashioned, then you can switch the positions of summer and winter, is it okay?"

"Do not."

If the stone had a mouth, it must have been used to hang wine pots at this time, but unfortunately it could only yell loudly for a while, and then stopped after a while, muttering: "You are too disciplined. The scene of this mountain follows you mood—how on earth do you manage to make it last the same amount of time throughout the year?"

"Child." The owner of the mountain said coldly, "Only a child like you can't control his mood."

"So what!" Shitou shouted, "I'd rather be happy when the mountain is full of flowers in winter!"

The owner of the mountain stared at him, closed his eyes, and the stone noticed that not only his hair, but also his eyelashes were as white as snow.

The sleeves of his robe rolled up like clouds, and he seemed to be leaving, Shi Shi hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait!"

"how?"

"Aren't you going this year?" Shitou said, "Go, tell me what's there when you go. I can't leave here at all, but I want to know everything."

"Are you lonely?" the owner of the mountain asked suddenly.

Shi Shi wondered, "What is loneliness?"

The owner of the mountain let out a long sigh, shook his head, and wanted to leave again.

"Are you really not going?" Shitou yelled, "You have been staring at Taoyuan Ferry every year for hundreds of years. Are you really not going?"

The owner of the mountain ignored him this time and left quickly.

Shi Shi sulked at the top of the mountain, thinking that he would never pay attention to this ignorant guy next time.

This sulking life is another year.

During this period, there were many Yingtai disciples and Taoist boys who went to clean the cliff. Shitou watched with great interest a few young disciples mentioning the Lord of Yingtai Mountain with trepidation and awe, and vaguely knew that he seemed to have made great progress in his cultivation, or that he was about to start again. What a feat he made, and which head was beheaded by that cold long sword.

Stone occasionally complains to Xiaotong about the too stable and boring seasons, but unfortunately Xiaotong can't hear his voice, and can't see his spirit—he is just a wisp of spirit born out of the stubborn stone at an unknown time, which he calls "the world" after leaving the world. There is still a long distance between "being alive", and only a spirited immortal like the master of Yingtai Mountain can grasp his existence, so he has been sitting in an endless state, only the three sticks can't hit him. A boring mountain master can talk to him.

The stone feels bored all the time, because he is no longer a real stone. The real stones endure the wind and rain with him, hear the birds and flowers, endure the thousands of ghosts and wolves from the tree of life, and get used to the people who come and go. Immortals and ghosts pass by, but real stones will not be bored. Real stones are quiet, silent, patient, and without any desire. Stones with "spirits" are restless, noisy, and eager. Give back everything you've seen.

"You're here!" Therefore, when he saw Sujie's heels, his body was glowing softly, "I miss you."

The owner of the mountain still ignored him, standing in his familiar old position, his eyes fell far into the sky.

"The peach blossoms at Ferry opened two days earlier this year." Shitou said politely as if asking for credit, his voice seemed to be saying "quickly praise me".

The owner of the mountain finally showed a little surprised expression: "How do you know?"

Shitou smiled and said, "I'm counting the days."

"You are very lonely." The owner of the mountain confirmed.

Shitou didn't ask him stupidly this time, "What is loneliness?" He thought it was probably a curse word, so he simply replied, "Then you are lonely too."

As expected, the owner of the mountain did not reply.

For a long time, there was only the sound of the wind on the top of the mountain.

In the end, it was still Shi Shi who couldn't stand the loneliness: "It's been so many years, do you want to try sitting down?"

"what?"

"Sit on me for a while." Shitou said angrily, "I am so beautiful, passers-by who come and go will touch my head and lean against me for a while, have you never thought of sitting?"

The owner of the mountain glanced at him, and said in a rare tease: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get up after sitting down."

"If you can't get up, stay here with me." The stone turned a small, almost invisible, "Ai ai ai! I can move! A little bit!"

"Insects and ants won't notice that you're moving." The owner of the mountain said indifferently. He stood still for a while with his eyes downcast, but he really sat down on the top of the stone. His snow-white robe gently brushed against the stone surface, and his movements were somewhat random .

"You are as light as a feather." Stone took a breath slowly, and quickly showed off proudly, "Is it not bad? Can you see the Taoyuan Ferry?"

"I can see it." The owner of the mountain said softly.

Shi Shi said "uh" and said after a long time, "Aren't you going?"

His answer was a long silence, and soon, the night spread from the horizon like ink stains.

The mountain master stood up from him.

Stone thought to himself that it would take another year before someone could talk to him.

The owner of the mountain suddenly said: "I can't go."

Stone stared at him for a long time and asked, "Because of this?"

The mountain owner said: "What?"

Shitou wanted to point to the center of his eyebrows, but then remembered that he had no hands: "They said that the thing between your eyebrows is made of evil spirits."

The owner of the mountain neither admitted nor denied it.

"Actually, it's quite pretty, like that, Hongfei? My distant relative." Shito said cautiously, "But if you can't go where you want to go because of it, then don't let it go."

The owner of the mountain was startled, and suddenly smiled lightly.

Shitou was annoyed: "What are you laughing at?"

"I tried." The mountain owner said, "gouge it out."

Stone said "ah".

"But it will not disappear because of this." The owner of the mountain sighed, "The spring flowers in the world are fragile and fragile, and I don't want to destroy them with the wind and snow."