What does this matter have to do with me being killed by Lu Bing? Yang Xing raised his face and shouted dissatisfied. Niutou stabbed him again and said, "Of course you don't know. After Sima Hua died, he turned into a man and was the young man who killed you, Lu Bing." He avenged his death because of you in his previous life. When Yang Xing heard this, he no longer cried and turned around to defend himself. He seemed to have become more honest. He walked through the Yin and Yang world unconsciously, and handed him over to two armed and waiting Yin agents, and then returned to the Yang world to capture Xin Yang. of the undead.
After a period of time, the silkworm fat man grew up to be as big as a finger. He no longer ate mulberry leaves, but pulled out light yellow silk and formed light yellow silkworms, which looked very beautiful like the miniature of clouds. Despite this, Sima Hua's mother's eyes were also melancholy. She had not yet come out of the grief of losing her daughter Sima Hua. Even if the gangsters and other suspects were brought to justice, it would still be difficult to eliminate the hidden worries in her heart. This It was a kind of eternal pain that always accompanied her memory, so she couldn't be happy. Even if the sericulture yielded a good harvest, it was just a good yield and lacked a taste.
After losing her daughter, she always shed tears, until one day the fat spring silkworm bit out of the cocoon and flew out, turning into a moth flapping its pink and white wings, wandering in the air, as if looking for an ideal place to perch. But before finding it, it was still impossible to rest. At this time, Sima Hua's mother seemed to be worried about the silkworm moth, so she raised her head that had not been raised for a long time. She suddenly had a strange idea, this silkworm moth should be Her daughter's soul changed, always flying around her and never leaving her sight.
Sima Hua's mother seemed to understand the intention of the silkworm moth. She immediately spread a piece of white paper on the table. The silkworm moth flew up and scattered dense silkworms, like black rope-headed regular script, covering a piece of white paper.
So the silkworm moth stopped moving. It completed the final succession of this round of reproductive life, and its life also reached the end. Like a petal falling off a flower, it died contentedly and beautifully.
Sima Hua's mother picked up this dead silk moth, as well as other dead silk moths one by one, and buried them neatly in the fragrant soil under the mulberry forest. Rather than letting the dead silk moths become food for birds to peck at, it is better to turn them into sludge to fertilize the mulberry orchards and protect the mulberry forests.
The fat spring silkworm has been living and dying like this for 15 years, producing brocades like clouds, and it is still reincarnating into silkworms, while Sima Hua's mother is already very old, but she is still full of vitality in the reincarnation of contributing silk. When it reincarnated for the 16th time, pulled the thread, scattered its offspring, and died like a silkworm moth, its soul was unimpeded in the underworld. This time on the eve of reincarnation as a spring silkworm in the Palace of the Wheel, it met an undead man whose real name was Lu Bing in the Yang world and whose nickname was "bulging eyes" and was about to be reincarnated as a silkworm.
It turned out that after Lu Bing killed Yang Xing, he was arrested the next day and executed after the fall, and he became a newly deceased ghost. After completing his sentence in the various hells under the jurisdiction of each palace, he was sent to the Chakravartin Palace and was about to be relegated to the status of a bystander - a silkworm. He said eloquently: I was an upright and famous seven-foot-old man in the mortal world. Now I want to turn into an insect. I eat mulberry leaves and cheap food. I spit out silk and gold and precious fabrics. It is not economical. No, I won't do it. The King of Chakravartin stood up and pointed at him and became furious: You are so bold. What an upright seven-foot man you are? You are clearly a despicable person with a narrow heart and a small heart. If you complain and hate like this, you will fall into the realm of animals and you will never recover. .
At this time, Fatty Silkworm is also waiting here to receive the reincarnation ticket. He will continue to be reincarnated as a silkworm and contribute brocade and silk to mankind. When it heard that Lu Bing was unwilling to be reincarnated as a silkworm and was slandering him, it felt dissatisfied and admonished it, saying that this was due to cause and effect. It also praised the silkworm's selfless dedication to mankind in the tone of a poet from the world of poetry: Spring silkworms have arrived The thread of death will be exhausted, which is about the death of silkworms, dying without regrets, dying gloriously, dying heroically, and dying well! I don’t know if Lu Bing can listen to it. King Chakravartin ordered Yincha to send him a reincarnation post, but he refused to accept it. The post was a divine post attached to him and he couldn’t even pat it off. When he was slapping it, Two evil messengers had brought Ji Wang Tang. He refused to drink it, but was forced to drink it. After that, he became confused. Due to a kind of karma, he leisurely rushed to the place where silkworms were reborn.
After Lu Bing's spirit body was reincarnated into a silkworm, Fatty Silkworm often used silkworm language to teach it how to fulfill its vocation by spinning silk to supply silk raw materials and contribute to mankind. Driven by Fatty Silkworm, it became popular among the silkworms and produced dozens of brocade-like silkworm cocoons every year, waiting to be sold at a high price. This made it an important production base for silk weaving raw materials, which not only brought great benefits to silkworm farmers. Caihan also provided consumers with high-quality silk fabrics and even clothing. In this way, Fatty Silkworm died and died over and over again. When it was reincarnated as a silkworm for 500 lives, King Yama thought of its great achievements and sent two evil messengers to escort it to the Palace of Wheel-turning King and reincarnate as a human being.
Fatty Silkworm was born in a remote mountainous area. His father's name is Sha Wushe, an amazing hunter, and his mother's name is Qi Lianhua, an embroiderer who is good at tracing and embroidering flowers. They named their newborn baby boy Shatu. When he was more than one year old and was very active and loved to grab things and play, his parents wanted him to become a great man and bring glory to their family. But to realize this wish, they had to wait for him. Be an adult. They wanted to have a prediction. His father put some books next to him. His mother couldn't find anything, so she put some colorful embroidery she usually made in front of him. The parents stood aside to see what he grabbed. They all hope that he will study hard and become a learned man and a pillar of the country in the future. But Shatu, who was sitting on the ground, clenched his hands into fists in tandem, as if he was grabbing something, but there was nothing in his hands. He was babbling and babbling, not knowing what to say. If he put his hands down, he could easily grab something or a toy, but he didn't grab anything. He stood up, pointed at a shotgun hanging diagonally on the wall, and spat out a sentence that was not clear enough but could be Words that people can hear clearly: gun, gun, gun...
It's over. This kid will have no future if he grows up and imitates you as a hunter. Qi Lianhua's face was full of worry. As she said this, she disappointedly picked up several pieces of embroidery she placed in front of the child. Seeing the child asking for a gun, Shavushe shook his hand and said, "I can't ask for the gun." He bent over and picked up a book and gave it to Shatu. Shatu threw it away, still pointing at the wall and saying: Gun, gun, gun...
Can't ask for a gun. Shavushe was a little disappointed. He went over to take the gun off the wall, raised it above his head with one hand, took it upstairs and hid it.
Shatu followed behind, and when her father refused to give it to him, and the gun disappeared after a while, she started to cry, with tears rolling down her cheeks, feeling a deep sense of loss. Sha Wushe came down from upstairs and said to Qi Lianhua who picked up the child: It's not bad to ask for a gun, but I can't give it to him now. When he grows up, he will go to the battlefield as a soldier, kill the enemy and perform meritorious service, and protect his family and country. There is nothing wrong with shining brightly in the court.
What if he can't be a soldier? Qi Lianhua asked unoptimistically.
If you can't be a soldier, it's not bad to be a hunter with a gun. We have wild game to eat every day. If we can't finish it, we can make money by selling it. Shavushe said proudly, with a trace of smile lines on his face.
