Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like a macaque, its arms covered in mottled markings, a leopard's tail trailing behind. It shares Mount Chongwu with the Man Man, yet it is the mountain's true hunter. It is a master of the throw. Whatever comes to hand, a loose stone, a broken branch, a splinter of bone, leaves its grasp like an arrow loosed from the bow with a force no flesh can endure. A single stone can punch through a beast or shatter solid rock. Once you fall within its sight, you cannot outrun its aim. Run, dodge, roll against the ground; it makes no difference. The stone will find you, striking exactly where it means to. It stands atop the mountain, with the whole range spread out beneath its eyes. The stones at its feet are weapons waiting to be thrown. There is only one way to survive: hide somewhere it cannot see you before it raises its hand. For once its arm is in the air, the stone is already between your eyes. Eat its heart, and you take that unerring aim. From then on, nothing within your sight can escape your throw. Once the hand is raised, nothing escapes.
状如禺，双臂遍布斑纹，身后拖着一条豹尾。它与蛮蛮同踞崇吾之山，却是这山上真正的猎手。 它善投。凡入手之物，一块碎石，一段断枝，一截碎骨，到了它手里，掷出去便如离弦之箭，去势之猛，非血肉之躯所能承受。一石掷出，能贯穿兽身，能碎裂岩壁。 可真正教人无从躲避的，是它的准头。只要落入它眼中，便再逃不过它这一掷。你奔、你闪、你贴地翻滚，皆是徒劳，那石子总会寻着你来，正中要害。它立于山巅，一览众山，脚下乱石信手拈来。你想活，唯有一条路：抢在它出手之前，藏进它看不见的地方。可等你望见它扬起手臂，石子早已在你眉心。 食其心者，得其百发百中之准。自此凡你眼所能及，皆在你一掷之内。 举手之间，无物能逃。
棲 崇吾之山 Mount Chongwu
有獸焉，其狀如禺而文臂，豹虎而善投，名曰舉父。