Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

In a blink of an eye, I don't know how many years have passed.

When Shi Shi saw the owner of the mountain again, he found that he was able to face the owner of the mountain head-on, instead of looking up shortly like before.

"I've grown taller!" Man Shi exclaimed in surprise.

The owner of the mountain shook his head and said, "You are just a rock, how can a rock grow taller?"

Shi Shi argued, "I can see the crown on your head."

The owner of the mountain said: "Your spiritual knowledge is getting more and more mature. In the future, you will always be able to see more."

Stone was taken aback, and then shouted: "Can I fly around? Like you?"

The owner of the mountain just lowered his eyes.

"You laughed," Shitou was surprised, "although you didn't smile at all."

"Too much for granted." The owner of the mountain ignored him, but answered his last question coldly, "Your body is a stone, bloodless and fleshless, ruthless and ungrateful, unable to influence, unable to move, even if the spiritual sense can reach all things, you can do it." All over the world, what can you feel? What's the point?"

Shi Shi seldom heard such a long speech from him, he was tongue-tied, and it took him a while to taste it, and he said in a daze: "You are talking about me, but you are thinking about yourself."

"Nonsense." The owner of the mountain reprimanded.

"You have flesh and blood, you have affection and righteousness, you understand everything, and you travel all over the world, but you can't feel anything, and nothing can make you happy." Shito argued persistently, "You obviously come and go freely, everything in this world It's all so far away from you."

"Shut up." The mountain owner said, "What can you understand?"

"I don't understand anything." Shito said pitifully, "Immortal, what does your hair feel like?"

The owner of the mountain paused, and slowly frowned, as if he felt that his majesty was offended, and he was about to leave.

Shi Shi hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Hey! Immortal? Immortal?"

The immortal didn't turn his head back, and dissipated at the end of the cliff like a cloud.

Shi Shi originally thought that this dispute would lead to many years of silence, but unexpectedly, the next day, the owner of the mountain appeared in front of him again.

Stone muttered and did not speak.

The owner of the mountain said: "You despise me."

Stone dare not speak out.

The owner of the mountain said as if talking to himself: "You despise me for having a flesh and blood body, but living like you."

Shi Shi laughed angrily: "You also know that I am born to be unlucky!"

The owner of the mountain was not provoked by him, but sat down cross-legged in front of him, his long snow-white hair like water and a mirror spread out, and when the wind blew, the soft hair brushed against the crystal stone surface.

Stone let out an "ah" and then froze.

"It's not like snow, and it's not like fallen leaves." He said softly, "What does it feel like?"

The owner of the mountain just looked at him indifferently, and still didn't say a word.

"You don't need to tell me." Shito muttered, "I have only been covered with rain, snow, flowers, leaves, insects and ants. There are so many things in the world, so naturally it is impossible to compare them with this."

The immortal finally said, "There is a way."

Stone: "Huh?"

"Look for blood and flesh, and make a fairy body." The fairy said, "You will be free."

Shi Shi only felt a "plop" in his body. He was about to shout for joy, but quickly calmed down: "Will you help me?"

The immortal said: "This matter is against the heavens, why should I help you?"

Shi Shi said, "But you didn't shake your head."

The immortal sighed, and suddenly put his hand on the stone. The stone trembled, and the touch was soft and cold, which could not be compared with anything.

Immediately afterwards, a cold breath surrounded him, and he suddenly felt his whole body loosen. With a "crack", he staggered, and he actually moved slightly.

"What is this?" He was surprised and delighted.

The fairy did not answer him.

The cold pierced into his body like a blade, merged into it and turned into a force like a stormy sea. His body shook, and then he felt that everything in the world became smaller and smaller.

"Immortal..." he murmured.

The owner of the mountain seemed to wake up suddenly, let go of his hand, withdrew his strength, Shi Shi looked at him, and felt that his complexion was a little pale.

"Are you hurting yourself for me?" Stone asked blankly.

The owner of the mountain sneered and left again.

From then on, the mountain master came to look for him once a day, put his hand on his body every time, and left after a while, the conversation between the two became less and less, until one day, the mountain master suddenly asked him: "Do you want to see him?" What do you look like?"

Shitou said "huh" and asked with a smile, "Can I choose?"

The owner of the mountain said: "It's just a superficial appearance."

Shi Shi said, "Then I want to be the number one beauty in the Three Realms."

The owner of the mountain frowned, snapped his fingers, and a water mirror appeared in front of the two of them. Shitou looked at himself in the water mirror and opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, it's a man!" he cried. "He has no nose and no face! He's so ugly!"

The owner of the mountain thought he was noisy, so he muttered a formula, and the whisk in his hand turned into a delicate carving knife, and threw it to his side.

Shitou smiled "hehe", and gestured back and forth on his face twice, and a face as handsome and vulgar as the owner of the mountain appeared in the mirror.

The owner of the mountain said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Shitou smiled and said: "Your disciples secretly say that you are peerless, I copied it accordingly, and I can't be wrong." After thinking for a while, he said: "Oh, they also said that you always have a straight face, it's a pity. appearance."

As he spoke, he wiped the corners of the stone man's mouth in the mirror, creating an upturned smile.

The owner of the mountain frowned, raised his hand and took the carving knife back.

Shi Shi suddenly made a fuss: "Don't, don't turn me into an ugly monster!"

The owner of the mountain sneered, and wiped the carving knife away from his eyebrows. The moment it touched his face, the fingertip paused, and the knife turned into a brush again.

Shi Shi stared straight at the soft brush covering his brows. The broad eyebrows of the person in the mirror became softer, and the narrow eyes became warmer, as if they were engulfed in a peach blossom pool. The owner of the mountain did not move his smiling lips , only lightly drawn out his slightly raised lips, turning him into a handsome and pretty young man.

"Is this really better?" Shito asked curiously. As soon as he opened his mouth, his petal-like eyes blinked, as if flapping the wings of a butterfly.

"Slightly won." The owner of the mountain didn't look at him, said indifferently, raised his hand and threw the pen, and left again.

Shitou didn't quite believe him, and wished he could run all over the world asking questions, but he couldn't walk because he felt rooted in the soles of his feet, so he stretched his neck and waited anxiously, and when he saw a figure in the distance, he shouted: "You little devil over there, I Does it look good?"

For a time, the mountain behind Yingtai became a well-known haunted place, and Shito stomped his feet in anger, but he was powerless. Whenever the owner of the mountain came, he still pretended to be a grandson, beating around the bush and suspecting that he was born "without salt".

The owner of the mountain didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked away nine times out of ten. It took a lot of effort for the stone to catch him once and asked, "Hey! Are you lying to me?"

The owner of the mountain turned his head, and the stone was surprised to find that under the cover of white hair, there were shallow fine lines on the owner's face.

"You are old." Shitou said.

The owner of the mountain tilted his head, as if he didn't have the energy to lose his temper with him.

"Because you gave me that... that what?" Stone asked.

The owner of the mountain said: "Xianli."

His voice was very hoarse, and the originally clear voice was glued together like a torn silk.

"Well," Stone whispered, "Why?"

"Why?" The owner of the mountain raised his eyebrows, "Don't you envy me?"

Shitou said: "I envy you, but I never want to get anything from you."

"You can get nothing." The mountain owner said, "but I can get what I want."

"Do you want to die?" Shito squatted down in front of him, quietly looking at the immortal's skinny arm, there was no worry or pity in his eyes, just completely clear and transparent.

"It doesn't matter whether you think about it or not." The mountain owner said, "Death is just the end."

"What is the end?" Stone asked.He has stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, and has never seen anything end-for thousands of years, new shoots will grow from dead tree pits, and peach blossoms will bloom on dry river beds.

"It's the end," the mountain owner said impatiently, "I no longer stand on the top of the mountain for a whole day every year, looking at the ferry that I can't get to."

"Because the ferry will disappear?" asked the stone, "or will the top of the mountain disappear?"

"No." The mountain owner said, "I will disappear."

Shi Shi gradually understood, he smiled, his expression was very gentle: "Well, I will watch you disappear, just like watching the ferry disappear and the mountaintop disappear."

The owner of the mountain turned his head to look at him, his eyes seemed a little surprised, but only for a moment, he returned to his usual expression, as indifferent as snow and as light as a feather.

I don't know how long it took before the mountain master said again: "I gave you my celestial power to help you shape a body that has no flesh and blood but can move."

Stone listened quietly.

"As a price," the mountain owner said calmly, "I will lose my body."

"I understand." Shitou said, "The day you die is the day I can move, fly, and go to that ferry, right?"

The owner of the mountain lowered his eyes and didn't answer. After a long time, he said to himself: "It's also the day when I can go to that ferry."

When the autumn wind sweeps the yellow leaves, everything breaks.

The owner of the mountain died on a peaceful autumn day. His body was as old as a cricket, and his long snow-white hair was shrouded in a layer of light gray shadow. Scattered like crumbs on the ground.

With his status as an immortal, he should be like the stars holding the moon at this time, and die amidst the support of the immortals and the weeping prayers of the people, but he just sat on the silent cliff, closed his eyes silently, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his body There is only one stone nearby.

The stone is not like a stone at all, he looks like a young man, his skin is as white and smooth as jade, his eyes are as bright as autumn water, his eyelids blink restlessly, every time he blinks, the old man dies a little.

He didn't feel uneasy, let alone sad. He watched the mountain master's breathing become slower and slower like watching a bug die, and he was even a little curious.

"Give yourself a name." The owner of the mountain said suddenly.

"Why?" Shito didn't understand.

"Because you are no longer a stone." The owner of the mountain closed his eyes and said, "The land will no longer imprison you, but the name will."

"Why!" cried Stone.

The mountain master ignored him, but his breathing became weaker and weaker.

"You're dying." Stone muttered, "Well, since you gave me my body, you can give me a name."

The owner of the mountain still didn't speak, but raised his sleeve slightly, Shi Shi's eyes were sharp, he saw something he had gathered in the sleeve of his robe, and quickly reached out to fetch it.

It was a token carved from ancient wood, with the inscription "Order of the Head of Mount Yingtai", and three small characters on the lower right corner, the book said "Xiao Wuyin".

"Is this your name?" Shitou asked in surprise, "I knew it the first day. But the name is really meaningless, you are a fairy, I am Shishi, we know, that's enough... a fairy?"

A gust of autumn wind blew away the fallen leaves and dust, and the mountain owner, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, was suddenly drawn into the vortex of fallen leaves soundlessly like a mass of scattered soot. Skin, hair, flesh and blood, and robes were all like Like never before, it diffuses in the world, gathers and disperses with the wind.

The stone watched quietly, and this scene was imprinted in his eyes, like ink splashing into the water, circling and rippling, changing from deep to shallow, and finally disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head to look at the token in his hand. The cold token was warmed by his palm, and the seven big characters "Order of the Head of Yingtai Mountain" on it were still strong and powerful, but the small characters in the lower right corner had changed.

Facing the hazy moonlight, with a strand of hair rubbing his cheek, he sat cross-legged, tilted his head, and murmured:

"Thank you... Qiu... Shi."