I heard the voice behind me, and I couldn't help but feel a hair in my heart.

I slowly turned around and saw the woman standing behind me. She looked at me with a smile on her face.

There is no joy in this smile, but it is all poisonous.

I looked at her in horror: "What are you going to do?" ”

The woman smiled and said, "What am I going to do?" Before I sue you, I have to ask, have you ever heard the story of the butcher and the pig? ”

I looked at her for some reason, trying to figure out how to escape. So I didn't say a word.

The woman didn't mind, and he spoke slowly, "There is a butcher who kills pigs, and he gets up before dawn every day to work, and he doesn't stop doing the light until nightfall. The more diligent he is. The more pigs are killed. And he himself was complacent, boasting to his neighbors about his means. ”

I barely smiled. He looked at her with a sense of affection: "And then?" ”

The woman seemed pleased with my watch, and she reached out and touched my arm, and then said, "That butcher is gradually becoming perfect. Later, all kinds of bizarre methods were invented. Or beat pigs to the slaughter from time to time, or skin them while they are still alive. ”

I saw the woman talking, anger appeared on her face, and I quickly answered: "This butcher is too much. ”

The woman glanced at me, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "There are also some kind-hearted people who say to this butcher that we have already eaten other people's flesh, and we should be grateful, so why should we beat it up again?" ”

The butcher said disapprovingly, the beaten pig was delicious. It is several times better than the usual pigs. If you are kind-hearted and cannot bear to see it beaten, then do not buy my flesh. ”

I said, "Why is this butcher so bad-tempered?" In this way, I am afraid that his business will be very difficult. ”

The woman shook her head and said, "On the contrary, the butcher's business is very good. Those who are kind-hearted, on the one hand, are dissatisfied with the butcher for the tragic death of the pig, and on the other hand, they cannot help but buy his meat. Because the taste of this meat is indeed much better than that of other places. Hey, aren't all the people in Shengdou like this? He talks about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but as long as he sees a little benefit, he will inevitably rush to it and forget everything. ”

I saw the woman sigh with emotion, and her voice also had a miserable taste. I couldn't help but close my mouth tightly and didn't dare to answer.

The woman sighed with emotion, and then said: "The butcher's meat is good and cheap, and naturally many people are willing to patronize him. On Chinese New Year's Eve, the butcher finally had a few days off, he bought a lot of wine, cut a lot of pork as a side dish, poured himself a drink, and got drunk. And then. And he had a dream. I dreamed of a pig and knelt in front of him. ”

I imagined the pig kneeling on the ground, and it was funny. But at this time, I didn't dare to laugh out loud.

The woman said, "When the butcher saw the pig kneeling on the ground, he thought it was unusual. But he killed pigs for half his life, so he also has some guts. ”

So he asked, "What are you going to do here?"

The pig looked up and said, "I am the pig you tortured to death yesterday." When he was dying, he wailed and cried, and he could not be freed, and even after death, his soul was still aching. ”

The butcher took down the pig-killing knife from the wall and said angrily, Are you here to avenge me? Since you were raised by people, it is only natural that you are killed and eaten by others. What do you have to complain about? ”

The pig's soul was also reasonable, and he said in a very gentle tone, I did evil in my previous life, and I used to kill and injure people. In this life, he should be a pig, and he will be cut by a thousand knives. But you were wrong to beat me up before you killed me, and I didn't deserve it. In the future, in front of the ten halls of Yama, the judge will open the merit book and make a note for you. ”

I couldn't help but ask, "What happened to this butcher?" ”

The woman said: "The pig soul came this time, but it wasn't to seek revenge. It tells the butcher: Tomorrow someone will ask you to kill a pig. And this pig is my child. I know your habit of beating a pig before killing it, so I'm afraid to remind you not to do it again. ”

Unexpectedly, the butcher didn't agree, but sneered and asked, "Then you sue me, how should you kill the pig?"

"That pig really talked about it, since I have been killed by you, I don't want to do the thing of chasing souls for my life. But you should understand a truth. I am using my life so that you can feed your family and fill your stomach. Therefore, before you kill the pig in the future, you should burn incense and bathe, respectfully bow to the pig, and at least say a few thanks. ”

When I heard the woman say this, I had the audacity to say, "This pig's request sounds like a joke at first glance. But when you think about it, it seems to make sense. Since we have eaten other people's meat, of course we should be grateful. ”

The woman said, "But the butcher didn't think so, and he laughed and said, "What bullshit?" I'll kill you and eat meat, it's a matter of white knives going in and red knives coming out. Isn't it too hypocritical to burn incense for the sake of life? ”

The spirit of the pig seemed to have expected him to say this. The pig soul said lightly, I have already reported to Yama, and when I wait for tomorrow, there will naturally be a clearing. ”

I nervously asked, "What happened the next day?" "Silly bean ping-pong.

When the woman said this, she no longer had the appearance of a powerful ghost before. She seems to have turned into a storyteller. In a soft voice, he said, "Early the next morning, someone really brought a pig. The pig didn't cry or make a fuss, but just looked at him coldly. The butcher picked up the wooden staff by the door and said that if the meat was to be delicious, the pig should be beaten, but it should not bleed. This is an ability that no one can do except me. ”

The butcher raised his staff and was about to beat him. Suddenly, it felt like the world was spinning. The body fell down involuntarily. When he reacted, he found himself lying on the ground, already a pig. And his body was beating himself hard with a wooden stick. The butcher looked up and saw that his eyes were cold. ”

I couldn't help but ask, "Have the two of them changed their souls?" ”

The woman nodded lightly and said, "The pig soul has invited the king of Yama." The king of Yama looked through the merit book and said that the pigs of the world deserve to be eaten because of their retribution in life, but they should not be beaten severely. Therefore, the butcher accumulated a lot of sinful karma over time. Merit is rewarded, and punishment is excessive. Therefore, he was punished on this day to exchange souls with pigs and taste the taste of being slaughtered. ”

"On that day, the butcher was beaten and bruised. Then his throat was cut by a sharp blade. The pain caused him to struggle and drain his blood. Then the chest and abdomen were opened, and the heart and intestines were cut out. Each knife was painful. ”

The butcher remembered that when he killed the pig, he often secretly cut off a strip of meat and hid it as an accompaniment to the drink. Sure enough, the pig soul also learned this method, and from time to time cut a wisp of meat from the butcher, the knife was blunt and soft, and the saws were finely sharpened, and the pain was several times to faint. But he was awake and suffered. ”

When I heard the woman say this, I couldn't help but shudder in my heart.

The woman sighed and said, "When the sun goes down, the butcher is finally back in his body. The catastrophe he experienced during the day frightened his courage. ”

I asked, "What happened to him?" ”

The woman said: "Later, the butcher ate fasting and recited the Buddha, and went around persuading people not to kill. But his methods of killing pigs have become widely known, and butchers all over the world have followed suit. The butcher, as the initiator, no matter how much he recites the scriptures, he can't withstand those sins. ”

I sighed and didn't know what to say.

At this time, the woman came over again, and her face was restored to its previous softness. She looked at me and asked, "Do you know what I meant by telling you this story?" ”

I rugged my head and said, "Don't kill? ”

The woman smiled and shook her head: "The butcher was persuaded by the pig soul in every way, but he couldn't listen to a word. Only when he himself made a pig himself did he know how excessive his behavior was in the past. ”