The weasel's body was still trembling, just a very slight and feeble tremor. At this time, Chen Jie took the weasel skin and handed the bloody weasel meat to the woman as if he had completed his task and said: Is this enough? The woman took it without saying a word. She picked up a kitchen knife and cut open the weasel's chest. She grabbed the contents inside and found a raised skin bag. She cut it open with a knife, and a large number of weasel cubs the size of fingers came out. , the eyes have not yet been opened, but the head and body are squirming. Only then does it become clear that this is a female weasel. She has been pregnant for a long time and is about to give birth. The woman watched in amusement, her heart pulsating with the desire to taste wild meat, and her face was filled with the joy of accidentally making money.
She threw the weasel cubs together with the skin on the rubbish pile outside the house. A reed rooster in the village discovered it first, clucked and approached, pecked and swallowed one of the weasel cubs, and then came one after another. Several roosters and hens all competed to eat the young weasel and have a meal.
The woman didn't bother to pay attention to this, she just cut the weasel's body into several large pieces horizontally and vertically, and gave a crotch to her mother-in-law who was watching the fun. The remaining meat was cooked and enjoyed by herself.
At this moment, the weasel's soul was floating in the air like tobacco. The difference was that it was still conscious, unlike the tobacco in the Saha world that swayed in the wind. It could clearly see the woman dismembering its body and so on. I don't feel any pain anymore. But it was resentful, not against the woman, but against Chen Jie, who took away its skin with a shotgun. It knew Chen Jie's intention to use its skin to make a pair of gloves to keep out the cold, and it planned to destroy it.
When Chen Jie returned to his house in Chenjiazhuang, he stretched the weasel skin into a palm-level shape with bamboo strips. Since it had not cleared up after the snow and it started to rain again, he hung it on a wooden wedge against the wall to dry. The opportunity finally came. The soul of the weasel wandering in front and behind Chen Jie's house suddenly saw a cat. The cat ate a few pieces of fish that had been deodorized with white wine. It was a little drunk, so it took the opportunity to attach its soul to the cat. He jumped onto the roof and used his feet to lift off the two tiles facing the wall.
After a while, the cat woke up, and the weasel's soul left the cat's body. It watched the rainwater flow down the wall from the gap in the roof, soaking the weasel skin hanging there, and a kind of revenge was born in its mind. pleasure.
A few days later, when the weather cleared up, Chen Jie went to the wall to take the leather to dry, and found that it had become moldy and smelled bad. What was the reason? When I looked up, I saw a missing light on the roof, and realized that it was due to the cold rain. Why is there a leak in the roof? He was puzzled. There was no strong wind these days. Could it be that a burglar had uncovered the roof? But nothing was stolen from the house. He didn't think about it, but covered his nose, took off the moldy skin and threw it into the pit at the west end of the village.
The soul of the weasel was wandering in the air, watching Chen Jie's every move on the ground and feeling lost. It was about to leave when it saw a yellow dog smelling the smell of its skin in the air, and followed the smell. He went to the pit at the west end of the village, picked up the skin in his mouth, and ran to the blind grass to bite it as if he was afraid of being discovered and fighting with it.
This aroused the indignation of the weasel's soul. All this was caused by the hunter Chen Jie, and it had the idea of continuing to take revenge. After the yellow dog gave up the smelly skin, it planned to attach its soul to the yellow dog, causing the yellow dog to chase Chen Jie's chickens like crazy and overturn the chicken coop placed on the wall of his main room. , making the chicken fly and the egg beat.
When its soul was drifting towards the yellow dog, it was suddenly grabbed by a giant hand and unable to move.
Do you know who I am? A monster with a human face and an animal body asked solemnly.
Its soul turned around, was frightened, and shouted in a low voice: Animal God, please spare me! I know you noticed that I have the intention of continuing to harm others, so you came to subdue me.
Si Zhu Shen let go of his hand and said, "You have already taken revenge. Are you done with it?" The weasel's soul said I admit my mistake and was about to run away. The Animal God Si said that you can't leave and come with me to the Tenth Hall of the Underworld to ask for forgiveness from the Wheel-turning King.
It thinks to itself: What sin am I guilty of? Even if he is guilty, he still needs to be held accountable after death? The God of Animals has other minds, so he realizes it and says that if your sins are not atoneable in the world of the world, they will still have to be reckoned with in the underworld, or that you can slowly atone for your sins by turning into an animal and suffering retribution.
It didn't listen and flew into the air on a sudden hurricane.
With. The Animal God Si threw out a cage. In an instant, the weasel's soul was put into the cage. It was jumping around in it, but couldn't break out, so it knelt in the cage and bowed to the animal god, asking to be released. The Animal God Si ignored him and said: You are a guy who breaks your word, how can I trust you? I can't open the cage.
The weasel's soul jumped desperately in the cage. When it got tired, it bit the bolt inside the cage with its sharp teeth. But strangely, the bolt was bitten or broken in one place. When it let go, it recovered again. It was restored to its original state, just like recovering from a wound, but it was faster than the time to recover the wound. It was so fast that it was only a moment. The weasel's soul had no time to notice it. The only thing it noticed was that the work was in vain.
It bulged its eyes angrily, and just when it was about to bite again with all its strength, it felt a burst of pain in its gums. When it glanced sideways, it also found blood, and the red liquid flowed out of its mouth. It felt scared, and its body He lay limp in the cage, breathing heavily. It just doesn't care about that, just closes its eyelids slightly, and takes a nap, no matter what you do with it, the animal god.
After a while, a flash of lightning and a thunderclap shook the weasel's soul from sleep. It looked around and found that it was still in the cage. The cage was hanging from the top of a maple tree, but the animal god was nowhere to be seen. It moved around through the cracks in the bars. Looking around, he could see a scene that frightened him.
On the bank of the pond shaded by lotus leaves, a child looked around, holding a slingshot gun in his hand and clasping a stone on the string. He tightened the string and looked at the sky, hoping to hit something, but there was only The clouds, the flowing clothes that would never pay attention to him, and of course the radiant sun. He would never play pebbles against these sacred objects, because they were meaningless and not fun.
At this time, he found a butterfly that flew from nowhere and hovered over the pond. He aimed the pebbles on the string at it, pulled the string hard, and then released it. The pebbles popped out, but The bullet didn't hit. The butterfly seemed to be very proud. It just flipped its wings and avoided it inadvertently. The pebbles jumped into a parabola shape in the sky which was not very high. In the blink of an eye, they didn't know which patch of grass they landed on. Went in.
The competitive child leaned over to pick up a stone and clasped it on the string as if he was angry. When he was about to eject it, the butterfly flew over the pond and flew far away from his sight. He relaxed the slingshot in desolation and held only one stone in his hand for later use.
