The Little Doctor of Springfield

It seems that Li Jin's attitude made master Buyi feel helpless, so he had to say, "OK, I'll tell you another story next."

Li Jin said with a smile: "the master has to be simple. If it's more profound, I can't understand it!"

The monk in Buyi had no choice but to smile, and then he went on to tell another story.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who was good at making knives. Because of his good skills, he became a butcher. He began to kill pigs at the age of 13, and used countless pigs in exchange for the safety of his family. He is not only a pig killer, but also raises pigs himself. His wife is very virtuous and has an old sow. Every year, he will bring out several kinds of piglets. Sometimes it's three or four, sometimes it's seven or eight. His pig raising skills are also good. Every time the piglets can be raised healthily, some of them die young, but not many. At the end of the year, the butcher will kill all the pigs at home, leaving the old sow behind. And every year in this situation, the old sow will howl in the pigsty, obviously do not want their children to be killed. But for butchers, those are just pigs, pigs that can make their family better off. One year, the old sow gave birth to ten piglets, and all of them were fed smoothly. At the time of the new year, the butcher thought it was troublesome, so he killed them one by one outside the pigsty. The pigs barked all night in the village. That night, the old sow almost went crazy. She kept hitting the fence and wanted to run out. But how can pigs be human's opponents? In the end, it's just a beating. "

"In that year, the butcher sold a lot of pigs, so he had a good income and had a good year. Then it was time to breed again, and the old sow soon regained her spirits. But when it came time to give birth, the butcher didn't understand. It turned out that the old sow only gave birth to one cub. The butcher was very strange, but he had no choice but to spend money to buy some more piglets. In this way, he lost a lot of money, which made the butcher very angry. "

"But when he was angry, the butcher still got away with it, thinking that it might not be like this next year. So at the end of that year, the butcher killed the pigs and waited for the next year to have more sows. Just let him down that year, the sow still only gave birth to a piglet

"Not only that year, but for the next few years, the sow gave birth to only one piglet. But there is also a good thing, that is, the butcher found that the older the piglets, the bigger. By the fourth year, that one was already a giant. The pig that is usually killed is 156, but that one has to be about 400 Jin. "

"Of course, the butcher is very happy. This one can be worth several pigs. But it snowed heavily that year, and the old sow died before she reached the end of that year. When he died, his eyes looked at another pigsty, his last child. The big pig just watched his mother die there, and watched the butcher drag out his mother, who had been raised for nearly ten years, to dismember and sell meat No one found that his eyes were full of tears. "

Li Jin is still listening quietly. He has to say that the monk still has the ability to tell stories, which makes Li Jin curious about the ending.

"In that year, the butcher's business was good. The night before the new year's Eve, he went to the town to have a drink with his friends, so he didn't go back at night. He is going to stay in the town for a night and go back in the early morning. After that, he can kill pigs. Early that morning, while the moon was still shining, the butcher hurried home. He was very happy when he went back, but when he got home, he smelled blood. He desperately went in to have a look and saw that all four of his family had died at home. They all looked frightened before they died, as if they had seen something they couldn't believe. The butcher was shocked. He didn't know why. After reporting to the government, the government could not find out anything, but found the pig's footprints and hair at the scene. The butcher then remembered the pig to be killed, but when he went to the pigsty, he found that the pig had already disappeared. "

"The butcher was puzzled, so he went to the temple and asked the eminent monk what was going on. After hearing this, the eminent monk just sighed and told the butcher about it. His family were all killed by the pig. The old sow should have spiritual consciousness, so it thought of a way to revenge the butcher. There is reincarnation in the world. It doesn't know how to give birth to only one piglet, and those piglets are the souls of those piglets born before it. There is a habit in the field of killing pigs. They will feed some unwanted things to pigs. In fact, many pigs don't eat them because they know they are of the same kind. But the old sow ate. She ate from her sons and daughters. At last, she mixed them together and gave birth to only one baby. And because of the combination of the souls of many piglets, every second born pig will be bigger than before. Finally, on that snowy night, the pig, who had grown up to kill people, rushed through the fence, killed the butcher's family, and then escaped

"Amitabha!" When the monk finally finished the story, he looked at Li Jin and said, "benefactor Li, do you know what it means?"

Li Jin was silent for a while, and then said, "master, forgive me for my ignorance. I don't know what master wants to say to me."Monk Buyi shook his hand and said, "benefactor Li, you don't have to make an assertion. You can think about it carefully first. If you think about it, you can come to the temple to see me. At noon tomorrow, I will prepare tea in the temple waiting for you! "

After that, the monk didn't say anything more to Li Jin. He stood up and went to the back.

Li Jin sat there all the time and didn't even say a word.

In the school not far away, scholars have been sitting in front of the window looking at the moon. The wind outside seems to spread the story of the monk in cloth to his ears.

He put down the book in his hand with a mocking smile on his face.

"Two stories Tut Tut, it is said that we scholars can speak, but I think you people can speak better. Having said so much, I just want to recruit people. "

Then the scholar looked at the moon, "I have thousands of stories in my heart, or I will tell you a few words? It's just that I don't have any bullshit fate in my book. What I believe in all my life is nothing more than rules. "

The scholar nagged, as if very dissatisfied with the story of the monk in cloth.

But what about discontent? After all, it's just discontent.