The sound of chanting in the temple rang out in waves, which was sacred, clear and peaceful. Somehow, Xiaoyu also wanted to listen, and wanted to climb up a tall pine tree and listen to the chanting.
While searching, it found a pile of loess, which looked like a tomb. The smell emanating from the father squirrel was particularly strong. It sat next to it and wondered, could it be that the father squirrel was buried under this pile of loess?
Suddenly, it smelled a human scent again and heard the sound of human footsteps, so it squatted still. Seeing the man walking towards it, it jumped away with a "pop" and quietly climbed up a tall tree. of pine trees, facing the temple and listening to the scriptures in ecstasy.
Suddenly, he felt that the pine tree was shaking slightly. Xiao Yu thought that there was a wind blowing. He looked carefully, but it was not wind. He lowered his neck and found someone climbing up the tree from the root. The frightened Xiao Yu kicked off his feet and jumped to the other side. On a pine tree, he slipped down and sneaked into the forest on the other side of the temple.
It climbed up a locust tree with lush green leaves and heard a flapping sound, like a bird flying in fright. Yes, the branches at the top of the tree supported a bird's nest made of dead branches. There were no birds in it, only the bird's nest. odor.
After smelling it, it climbed into the bird's nest, gathered its limbs, and curled up its whole body inside, except for its tail, which leaned its neck against the edge of the nest, looking at the temple and still listening to the scriptures quietly.
It was late at night and all the monks went to bed. Xiaoyu climbed out of the bird's nest, slid down the tree trunk, and went into the quiet forest to look for food. At dawn, it heard the bell ringing in the temple again, so it returned to the locust tree on the side of the temple, climbed into the bird's nest, and waited to listen to the Buddhist chants on the empty mountain.
In the middle of the morning, two birds were hovering over the locust tree and chirping shrilly. They stared at the squirrel in the bird's nest, flying back and forth dissatisfiedly, like two stones trying to hit the squirrel, but they couldn't. , the squirrel squatted inside and paid no attention to it.
The bold bird, probably a male, swooped down from the sky and pecked the squirrel's tail with its sharp beak. The squirrel quickly twisted its neck and grinned, giving the bird a blow.
Of course it is no match for the squirrel. The squirrel's body is many times its size. It is just harassing the squirrel. It is still flapping its wings and chirping in the air with its other companion, as if to say: You are a robber who has invaded people's houses. Get out of here, or we will never end it with you.
The squirrel raised its neck, bared its teeth and cracked its mouth, as if it wanted to bite them to death. After all, the two birds were afraid, and neither of them dared to attack it.
The squirrel nestled in the bird's nest still faces the temple and quietly listens to the mysterious and mysterious scriptures that sound like the sound of heaven.
At this moment, the squirrel did not notice that there was a man approaching the locust tree on tiptoe. He was Pi Shuang. He pointed the shotgun at the squirrel in the bird's nest and did not dare to pull the trigger. He was worried about making gunshots and exposing himself.
He stole all the offerings from the temple last night, took some more home, and then sneaked into the jungle again at dawn.
When I saw two birds flying around in the sky near the temple and shouting non-stop, I guessed that something was going on.
He walked over quietly, and sure enough he saw a broad, flat gray tail falling out of the bird's nest at the top of the locust tree. It was of course a squirrel. How can you catch it without shooting with a shotgun? He touched the shotgun and thought about it, and he came up with an idea to catch squirrels without using a gun.
He immediately sneaked into the depths of the jungle, picked up a pile of dead branches, tied the shotgun inside, carried it as a bundle of firewood, and walked towards the lake at the foot of the mountain.
When he saw a net caster, he walked over and put down the bundle of firewood. When the bearded net caster was busy for a while and got a lot of lively "white strips" of different sizes and sizes, he smiled and said to him: "Fish" Boss, are there many fish in this lake? The bearded man looked at Pi Shuang with strange eyes and said, What does having more or not have anything to do with you? Pi Shuang snorted and tilted her head, not looking at him, but replied seriously: If there are many fish, you must protect them, and if there are few fish, don't be paralyzed.
What do you mean? The bearded man picked out a piece of silver carp from the net and looked at Pi Shuang and asked.
Pi Shuang took a step back, stood on a slightly higher mound and said: Do you still need to ask? If there are too many fish in your lake, people will be jealous and there is a risk of being stolen.
What about the lack of fish? The bearded man tugged on a handful of net rope and asked him with wide eyes.
As for whether there are few or many fish, no one knows. There are goldfish hidden in every inch of water. The lake is said to have an area of several hundred square meters. Will others believe that there are few fish? Pi Shuang's words made the beard confused.
The bearded man still didn't understand what he meant, but was made a little sulky. While he was busy picking fish and setting up nets, he said: No matter how many fish there are in this lake, whether they are stolen or not is none of your business.
Boss Fish, you are so ignorant. The purpose of asking you with such concern is to help you. Okay, if you don't want my help, I'll leave now. After Pi Shuang spoke, she turned around and deliberately carried the bundle of firewood.
The bearded man thought to himself: How can a woodcutter help me? Then he said, "Go and collect firewood."
Pi Shuang snorted again: Do you know what is in this bundle of firewood?
Are there any gold and silver treasures that are not available? The bearded man sneered.
The guy in my bundle of firewood can keep this big lake safe for you. No robber or thieves will dare to offend you rashly. Pi Shuang said as he reached out and patted the bundle of firewood.
After hearing this, Beard was in awe, approached Pi Shuang and whispered: Is there a gun inside? Pi Shuang pretended to ignore him, turned his head and said: It has nothing to do with you whether it is a gun or not. Anyway, you don't need to guard against this big lake, and a gun will be useless to you.
Young people, don't be impulsive. What I just said was not right. The bearded man patted him on the shoulder and said: I am just thinking about getting a gun to guard the lake at night to strengthen my courage.
Pi Shuang simply untied the bundle of firewood, took out the shotgun, held the butt of the gun, pointed the iron-green barrel at the sky over the lake, and then pulled the trigger. With a "bang" sound, a dazzling spark exploded in the air.
Bearded man's heart trembled, and he saw Pi Shuang put the shotgun back into the dead wood and tried to tie it up. The bearded man stopped him and said, "Why are you tied up in a bundle of firewood?"
Can this shotgun be revealed at will? Pi Shuang asked in reply and wanted to tie him again.
The bearded man took his hand and said: Didn't you say you wanted to help me? Do you want to sell me this shotgun? Pi Shuang picked up the shotgun again. He fired it just now to show Beard that this was a real shotgun. At this moment, he said: I want to help you, but there is a condition.
What conditions? Bring it up and see if I can satisfy you? The bearded man asked him. He didn't answer immediately. He just walked a few steps towards the lake, picked up the fishing net that Beard had placed there and said: Lend me this.
What condition is this? Just take it and use it! As soon as the bearded man agreed, he still asked doubtfully: You are just collecting firewood on the mountain, why do you need a fishing net?
Pi Shuang said unhappily: Am I like a firewood collector? Go and find out who was Pi Shuang, the former commander of a certain company in New Zealand?
You are the one with a bad reputation... No, no, the beard almost said the word "Zhao Zhi" behind it, but he stopped immediately because he was afraid that he would be unhappy.
I am the famous company commander Pi Shuang. Pi Shuang is not ashamed to speak out.
Oops, I am really blind to sight. His beard was flowing down his face, and he praised him with a smile.
