Several monks and the abbot acted as if the visitor did not exist. They did not even look at him and only focused on chanting sutras. This made Wan Cai feel awkward. He came to the upper hall and even planned to exit. At this time, the zokor in the cage was jumping desperately for some reason. He looked at it and was about to scold it. Suddenly, a nun walked out of the side door, took Wancai to a small room on the right, and asked him why he brought the small animals into the temple. He said that he wanted to ask the monk about something. The nun took one look at the little animal and suddenly understood something, saying that you don't need to ask the monk, I know what you want to ask.
Do you know what I'm asking about? Wan Cai looked at the nun's frowning eyebrows in confusion and urged, "Do you know what I want to ask you?" The nun hummed softly and asked if you had a strange dream while taking a nap.
Yes, I did have a strange dream. How did you know?
The nun flicked the long sleeve of her monk's robe and said you don't need to ask.
I must ask. Wancai raised the cage in front of her and said, "Tell me, is it better to let the little animal in the cage go, or sell it?"
The nun didn't answer. She led Wancai out of the side door. There was a big locust tree behind, and there was a caterpillar crawling on the locust tree. She asked Wan Cai: Would you rather kill this caterpillar, or let it crawl away?
Kill it, or let it crawl away? I can't make up my mind. Wan Cai rolled his eyes and replied.
The nun further explained the truth: Donor, if you kill this caterpillar, its traces will be left in your memory. If you let it crawl away, there will be no traces in your memory. Do you hope there will be, or hope not?
I don't want this trace. Wan Cai also seemed to understand something. As he spoke, he opened the iron cage and watched the zokor escape into the grass behind the temple.
The nun kept saying: Good, good. With this kind thought, the donor's heart became much purer.
This zokor named Xiaohua lurked in the grass until dark, still feeling frightened. The scene of being imprisoned in an iron cage appeared in front of his eyes like a dream. It didn't understand why the weird person caught it and let it go. ?
At this time, there was movement in the grass over there, and it alertly found a cobra crawling over. It looked at it, paused, and then raised its head like a rooster and looked at the little flower from all directions. The snake was moving like a bellows, It is so fast and looks like it is about to swallow the little flower. Xiaohua also stared at the cobra, unmoving, but with a posture of preparing for war.
The cobra suddenly leaned down against the grass and quickly slipped away. In fact, Xiao Hua was also very war-weary. It was hungry, exhausted, and had been locked in an iron cage for so long. Wan Cai didn't care about its life or death at all. Although there didn't seem to be much danger here, it felt a potential crisis. It saw a field with sweet potatoes and peanuts in front of it, but it didn't dare to invade it rashly. It was afraid of being caught again. If it was caught again, would it still be possible? Is it lucky that someone will let him live again?
That night, the moon was sparse and the sky was dotted with light floating clouds, as if they were about to be blown away by the wind at any time. The little flower walked out of the grass and walked on the mountainous ground noisy with night insects. Its short body became a shadow against the moonlight, moving quietly. Sometimes, it merged with the larger shadows such as the shade of trees, indistinguishable from each other. , unless you look carefully, you can't distinguish the shape of the little flower. It seems to be a vague outline on the mountain.
After a while, it slowly walked out of the shadows and became itself - a short and pitiful zokor. Its mother and several siblings all met misfortunes one after another and left the world.
Although it is not as sad as a human being, it is very lonely and lonely. Now he doesn't know which way to go to be safe, and a sense of hunger is gnawing at his hungry intestines.
At this moment, it mysteriously returned to the edge of the mountain, smelling the fragrance of the roots of sweet potatoes. It couldn't resist the temptation and slipped towards a peanut field, but it immediately stopped. If there was a sudden jump in the grass shed next to the peanut field, If a dog or a person steps out to intercept it, it's over. It stops. Although its eyes are not sharp enough, its hearing is good. As long as there is a sound, even a small sound, it will stand dozens of meters away. Xiaohua could hear it. In order to find out what was true, it deliberately moved closer to the hayloft. Based on the intuition of hearing, it concluded that there was no one watching over the hayloft, and there was no dog guarding it. There was no smell of humans or dogs. , so close, it can smell it.
It felt strange, but did not analyze the reason, so it walked straight into a field of peanuts. Under the dim moonlight, it began to hold the peanut plant in its mouth and pull it out hard. There was a strange smell, but it didn't care much because it was hungry. , so that he could not care about those things, but chewed them deliciously. After only eating three peanut rhizomes, he felt uncomfortable and did not want to eat anymore. He tried his best to vomit, but could not.
It wanted to escape, but its standing body was trembling and it couldn't walk. Its stomach and intestines felt like a colic, and at this moment, it also felt thirsty. Under the ridge on the left side of the peanut field, there was a stream made of underground mineral springs, only a few dozen meters away. I really wanted to take a few steps over to take a sip, but I couldn't move even half a step.
Gradually, it became unsteady, its limbs went from trembling to heavy, and it could no longer support its body that was in unbearable pain. It suddenly collapsed to the ground. Its small eyes were still open, but their luster had dimmed.
A nightingale circled here and fluttered away, leaving behind the silence of death.
Xiaohua was not dead yet, her body was already twitching against the ground, and her mouth was filled with tangled wisps of white foam. It is this ghost thing that is giving birth, surging, and swelling in its stomach and throat. It is vomiting desperately, but it cannot spit out everything, like endless threads. This ghost thing is acting as an executioner, bit by bit. Slaughter its body point by point.
While it was dying, it was a little confused and didn't understand what caused this. Could it be that it was sick? No, it is still a little sober. The rhizomes of the peanut plants are obviously poisonous. How come it was okay to eat them before? Was it the poison that was put in by farmers who grow peanuts to prevent external damage? It is both angry and helpless.
A moment later, the little flower, which was in extreme pain, suddenly felt no pain at all, and felt extremely comfortable and relaxed. Its soul had left its body and was flying lightly over the peanut field like the nightingale just now, looking at the flowers beside the peanut field. The hut was quiet, like a patient sentinel, and it was also angry with it because its owner was the sworn enemy of the zokor.
A desire for revenge grew in his heart. It flew to the thatched shed and wanted to overturn it, but no matter how hard it tried, the thatched shed did not move. It bit a piece of thatch on the thatched shed with its mouth, but it could not move. However, a thatch is still a thatch, without even a particle of dust falling off it.
It suddenly woke up and knew that it had become the ghost of the zokor, and no matter how hard it tried, it was in vain.
At this moment, it floated back to the peanut field to see if its own body, which was still mechanically foaming at the mouth, had any hope of resurrection. It carefully observed and touched it, and found that its body, including its limbs, had It becomes stiff and there is no possibility of returning to the sun.
So it flew away lonely and angrily from the peanut field that was killing itself.
