death of mountain god

Zhou Li stood in front of a freezer, which contained a lot of meat, black pepper beef pizza, bacon wrapped with enoki mushrooms and green vegetables, and mutton and beef rolls for hot pot. He stared at it for a long time, forcing himself to look away slowly , thinking silently: All living beings are equal, and finally took a small bag of big almonds and went home.

He's not a vegetarian, he just has a monk master.

Zhou Li was a monk when he was a child. He didn't know what other young monks lived, but he was definitely not like himself.

Can you tell me who has seen such parents?Throwing his own flesh and blood into the temple since he was a child, he didn't smell meat for a few days, and every time he knocked on the door of the house, he would always hear his voice first: "Mom, I want to eat meat."

Finally at the age of elementary school, the old monk flicked his khaki-colored sleeves, and began to instruct the little boy Zhou Li to pack his luggage and go home for school.This is not the end, Zhou Li's parents feel that he has become stronger since he lived in the temple for a while, and in his school career, he will be sent there for any vacation of more than seven days-"You can live in peace , Master Jichen will contact us if there is anything."

Speaking of this matter, I have to attribute it to a fortune teller back then—maybe it should be said otherwise, anyway, Zhou Li has grown into a young man in his twenties safely.

The business of fortune tellers is quite mixed, and Zhou Li’s parents finally asked someone to find someone who was said to be reliable, and hurriedly carried Zhou Li, who was a few months old, to a village where no shit happened, and the car ran like crazy Cross the dirt road full of sheep dung balls at the entrance of the village, and stop at the edge of a freshly painted white wall. On the surface of the brick wall, nails are used to pull a banner: eradicate the black, ruffian and tyrant forces, win the hearts of the people, and follow the people's wishes.

The couple looked at each other in blank dismay, they are here, let's go.

So in such a ruined village, Zhou Li's parents took him to stand in front of two black wooden doors with peeling paint. Knock on the door, afraid that the door will be pushed down with a creak in the next second.

There are words posted on both sides of the door: just click on the maze, don't predict good or bad.

Zhou Xiaoshan suddenly felt a drum in his heart, why didn't he predict good or bad luck? Can this be reliable?

I have inquired before, this fortune teller is currently living alone, but the one who came to open the door at this time was a tender and tender girl, with long eyelashes and big eyes, she was very cute, and she stumbled and recited the lines taught by the adults: "I am... I am the granddaughter of my husband, um... the visitor is a guest, please come inside."

Seeing them walk in, the little girl took her big yellow dog and ran out to play.

An old man wearing a blue cloth octagonal hat walked out of the room slowly on crutches. He was wearing a loose indigo tunic suit, and he looked like an ordinary old man. The image of the fortune teller is very different.

"This kid has a wild temper, he can't stay in the house, you'll laugh at me." The old man laughed and motioned them to walk on the newly paved brick road in the yard, "Walk over there neatly, come in and sit down. "

"Excuse me, the birth of this child is not going well, and I hope you can give me some advice." He Wenjun looked at her sickly son worriedly. The baby in the swaddle felt an unusual breath and struggled a few times.

"Do you have a name?" The old man lazily lifted his folded upper eyelids and looked at the child a few times.

"No, I didn't dare to name him blindly. I called him Xiaobao." He Wenjun originally studied Chinese, and had thought of many names for the child, but the child was weak, and I was always afraid that it would be inappropriate. I thought it would be good to ask someone to take a look, " What should I do with this child? See if I can give him a suitable name... His father's last name is Zhou."

"The name is easy to say, it's called Zhou Li, the oak of the oak tree." The old man took out a pen and paper from the drawer with a rusty lock, wrote it down and handed it to He Wenjun.

Zhou Xiaoshan leaned forward to look, "Old man, what do you say?"

"A person should be like a tree, stand upright, walk upright, and sit upright." The old man's eyes rolled, "However, it is best to send this child to the temple for a year or so before going to school." If you say anything else, you people who have received higher education may not be able to believe it, so it’s good to cultivate your moral character, but don’t forget.”

More than 20 years later, Zhou Li is really tall and thin, and he has inherited the advantages of his parents in appearance. His complexion is fair, and his eyebrows are vivid. He can be picked out from the crowd at a glance.

It’s just that he doesn’t care much about himself, especially when he’s at home on vacation. It’s sweltering in summer. He always wears white short-sleeved sleeves and a pair of flowery shorts, and then goes out to let the wind hang on his feet. The family is still well-dressed, and often says to his son: "Why don't you go to the street to buy some decent clothes? But it's nothing to you, there are a lot of old men with beer bellies dressed like this on the street."

"Chen Yuan made a fuss about going out to play, and I was thinking about climbing a mountain with her." Zhou Li got a headache when he heard his mother talking about it, and changed the subject in a hurry.

When Zhou Li was very young, Chen Yuan was seven or eight years old, and now she is still the same. In private, Zhou Li still calls her old and immortal. Old and immortal is a different kind. Of course Chen Yuan is not a human being. She often turns back into a rabbit. Sleeping sprawled on that tiger-striped sofa.

He Wenjun was tossing about new dishes in the kitchen, trying to peel off the carrot in his hand: "Chen Yuan? The granddaughter of Mr. Chen downstairs?"

"No, no, no, it's the daughter of his granddaughter. Mom, what is your memory?" Mr. Chen was the fortune teller back then. Whether it's a good granddaughter or a daughter, aren't they all that bastard Chen Yuan?The monsters are ever-changing. Chen Yuan can turn from an octogenarian fortune-teller to a child in the blink of an eye, or play her favorite role for decades.

Children watch too much Digimon, and they always feel that they are the chosen child who can have a magical Digimon, such as Zhou Li.He once rummaged through the old tree hole where he found Chen Yuan, and finally dug out a fat-looking rabbit from a pile of dead branches and mud with a gloomy expression, and went back.

He himself has forgotten when the Chen Yuan was dug out, it may be in elementary school, or even younger, when the primordial world was first established.He always knocks on the downstairs door when he is scared and lonely, where the rabbit who can only change into people lives for a long time.He gradually grew to be as tall as Chen Yuan, and after a few years he had to sit to look at her at the same level, until he suddenly realized that not all rabbits can become humans.

Zhou Xiaoshan waters the flowers on the balcony. He has been watering the flowers frequently since he retired, and when they die, he will replace them with another batch. With his love for flowers and plants, he can’t help but control his eager hands. The radio was blaring the news, and it was past seven o'clock.

The home is always very comfortable, but it’s a pity that I usually have a job, and I have to ask the old monk to go to work from time to time—the old monk started expressing his thoughts on life as soon as he saw him, and he almost shouted to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha. A butcher's knife refers to the kind used to cut meat in the kitchen.

The temple is really clean, and the mountain road cannot be repaired. Two cars met on a narrow road, and one of them had to muster up the courage to hang on the cliff for a while. The signal was not good, so many young people in the nearby villages left. The next ones are the villagers who live on the mountains, those who herd sheep and cattle.

When Zhou Li was a child, he never worried about writing a diary. When he squatted at the gate of the temple, the eldest sister next door, wrapped in a thick cotton padded jacket, came to talk to him. He also trampled to death the little lamb of Old Wang's family. In short, his stack of extremely rural diaries can be directly renamed Baiyushan Fun Stories.

Zhou Xiaoshan expressed his dissatisfaction full of anger: "What mountain do you want to climb, boy? Haven't we climbed enough on the Baiyu Mountain since we were young?"

Zhou Li said helplessly: "It's in the next province, less than four hours' drive away. Isn't this taking Chen Yuan out to have a blast? It's almost moldy to stay in her house all the time."

Zhou Xiaoshan is always quite indulgent towards children, he took a sip of his tea and calmed down his tone: "Okay, take good care of other children, don't touch them."

Zhou Li quickly nodded in agreement.

The next day, Zhou Li, who was a fast driver, fueled up and drove on the Qingyin Expressway. The backpack was thrown on the back seat, the zipper was ajar, and a rabbit poked its head out. Zhou Yue saw it in the rearview mirror and yelled: "Put your head back."

Instead, the rabbit rushed out quickly, and looked at it again as a little girl clutching her throat and bending down in pain, pulling his back while vomiting.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhou Li was about to stop at the gas station in front of him. Just as he pulled over and slowed down, he heard Chen Yuan's voice from the back seat: "Plastic bag, I'm motion sick."

After a lot of tossing, I finally stood at the foot of the mountain completely.

This mountain is quite famous, it is the head of the local tourism industry, and it is a key development target. There are row upon row of small restaurants and hotels nearby, so it looks quite prosperous.

The flow of people is mostly concentrated on a few popular routes, and tourists look into the mountains from time to time, where there are many shadows of trees and birdsong.

Zhou Li followed the crowd into the mountain slowly. Many local people put up souvenirs and climbing equipment for sale at the door. There were trekking poles for two yuan and a sun hat for five yuan. The tourists sitting paralyzed on both sides of the mountain road after climbing the mountain contrast sharply.

Not long after, Zhou Li began to walk around in secluded places. Fortunately, the mountain was big enough, and within a few minutes there were no people around.He put the bag on a rock, and took out a pure white long-eared rabbit from it.

Chen Yuan sat beside him wearily, asked for the ticket and carefully looked at the scenic spot map on the back, and suddenly sighed old-fashionedly: "It's been so many years, it's so different."

"What?" Zhou Li responded habitually.

"I know this mountain. It wasn't like this before." Chen Yuan gestured in front of his chest, "It used to be as high as a mound of earth."

Zhou Li suddenly didn't know how to answer the words. This guy was obviously caught in reminiscence, and a sense of absurdity emerged spontaneously.

Rabbits...even monsters...can live so long?

Fortunately, Chen Yuan quickly recovered and pointed to the stairs in the distance, "Go and play, there are so many people over there."

"Last time on the street, you suddenly had two big long ears on the top of your head..." Zhou Li happened to have a black rope tied around her wrist, and helped her tie her hair. "By the way, your ears are fake now. Do you have to lean over your head when you speak?"

The characters on the map were small, and Chen Yuan was rubbing his eyes when he heard that he took out a gray-blue fisherman hat with lotus leaves from his pocket, "It's not fake, last time I smelled the scent of Baixianglin's snacks and couldn't control it."

Thinking back, Zhou Li seemed to have indeed passed by there, and there were quite a few people queuing up. Since he really didn't have any appetite for such sweet, greasy things, he probably didn't notice Chen Yuan's thoughts at the time.

"You rabbit, you don't chew vegetables well, but you actually like sweets?" Zhou Li firmly believed that Chen Yuan would still be a rabbit even if he became a human being, even though the little thing didn't like vegetables and he was not timid.

"It's because you don't know much. Since I have a human sense of taste, I don't know how many kinds of sweets I have liked." She looked childish and pretended to be deep, and she glanced at Zhou Li proudly, "Let's go, go Take a guide and see what a great thing this little mound has become over the years."

After speaking, she put the hat on her head, stepped on the half-wet soil, and walked towards the crowd through layers of fog.