A few monks and the abbot didn't seem to exist, and they didn't look at him, but only recited the scriptures. This made Wan Cai feel cramped, and he came to the upper hall, and even planned to withdraw. At this time, the caged mole squirrel jumped desperately for some reason, and he looked at it and was about to scold. Suddenly, a nun came out of the side door, pulled Wan Cai to a small room on the right, and asked him why he brought the small animal into the temple, and he said that he wanted to ask the monk about something. The nun glanced at the little animal, and suddenly understood something, and said that you don't need to ask the monk, I know what you want to ask.

You'll know what I'm asking? Wan Cai looked at the nun's frowning eyebrows suspiciously, and urged: "Do you know what I am going to ask you?" The nun snorted softly and said that you had a strange dream during your nap.

yes, I did have a weird dream, how do you know?

The nun shook the long sleeves of the monk's robe and said that you don't need to ask about this.

I must ask. Wan Cai lifted the cage in front of her and said, "Tell me, is it better to release the little animals in this cage or sell them?"

The nun did not answer, she led Wancai out of the side door, and there was a large locust tree behind her, and there was a caterpillar crawling on the locust tree. She asked Wan Cai: Is it better for you to kill this caterpillar, or do you better let it crawl away?

Kill it, or let it crawl away? I can't make up my mind. Wan Cai replied with a roll of his eyes.

The nun further clarified the truth: Donor, if you kill this caterpillar, you will leave traces of it in your memory, and if you let it crawl away, there will be no traces in your memory, do you hope there is, or do you hope that there is none?

I don't want this trace. Wan Cai also seemed to understand something, and as he spoke, he opened the iron cage and watched the squirrel flee to the grass behind the temple.

The nun said vigorously: "Good, good, the donor has this kind thought, and his heart is much purer."

The mole, named Little Flower, lurked in the grass until dark, still with lingering palpitations, and the scene of being imprisoned in an iron cage appeared before his eyes like a dream, and he did not understand why the strange-behaved man had caught him and let it go.

At this moment, there was movement in the grass over there, and it was alert to a snake with eyes crawling over, and looked at it, paused, and then, like a rooster, raised its head and looked at the little flower in all directions, and the snake hyacinth shook like a bellows, so fast, that way, as if it was about to devour the little flower. Xiaohua also stared at the cobra, not moving, but there was a posture of preparation.

The cobra slumped down, clinging to the grass, and soon slipped away. In fact, Xiaohua is also very war-weary, it is hungry and tired, and after being locked in the iron cage for so long, Wancai does not 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 of sweet potatoes and peanuts in front of it, but it didn't dare to invade rashly, it was afraid that it would be caught again, if it was caught again, could it be lucky that someone would let it go again?

On this night, the moon was sparse, and the sky was dotted with faint floating clouds, as if they were about to be blown away by the wind at any moment. The little flower walked out of the grass and walked on the mountain with the noise of night insects, its small body became a dark shadow in the moonlight, quietly moving, and sometimes, merging with the greater shadow of the shade of the tree, not distinguishing from each other, or looking carefully, it was impossible to distinguish the shape of the little flower, it seemed to become a vague outline on the mountain.

After a while, it slowly stepped out of the shadows and became itself - a diminutive, poor mole squirrel. His mother and several of his compatriots have been separated from the world by misfortune.

It's not as sad as people, but it's very lonely and lonely. Now I don't know where to go, and a hunger is beating its hunger.

At this moment it returned to the edge of the mountain, smelling the sweet potato or something emitting the fragrance of the rhizome, it couldn't resist the temptation, slipped towards a peanut field, but immediately stopped, if a dog suddenly jumped out of the grass hut next to the peanut field or walked out of a person to intercept itself, it was over, it stopped, although the eyes are not sharp enough, but its hearing is good, as long as there is a sound, even if it is a small sound, standing dozens of meters away from the small flower can be heard, in order to explore the virtual reality, It deliberately approached the hut a little closer, and with its listening intuition, it concluded that there was no one to guard it, no dogs to guard it, not even the smell of people and dogs, so close that it could smell it.

It felt strange, but did not analyze the reason, so it went straight into a peanut field, in the hazy moonlight, it began to hold the peanut plant with its mouth and pull it out, there was a peculiar smell, it did not care, because of hunger, so that it could not care about that, but chewed it with taste, only ate the rhizome of three peanuts, felt unwell, did not want to eat again, desperately vomited, but could not vomit.

It tried to flee, but its standing body trembled and could no longer walk. Its stomach was like a cramp, and at this moment, it also felt thirsty, and there was a stream formed by an underground mineral spring under the ridge on the left side of this peanut field, which was only a few tens of meters away, and it wanted to take a few steps to sip it, but it couldn't take half a step.

Gradually, it was unsteady on its feet, its limbs trembling to heavy, it could no longer support its painful body, and suddenly it collapsed to the ground, its small eyes still open, but the luster had dimmed.

A nightingale circled here and flew away, leaving a dead silence.

Xiaohua is not dead yet, her body is already twitching against the ground, and her mouth is covered with wisps of entangled white foam. It is this ghost thing that is producing and surging and swelling in its stomach and throat, and it is desperately vomiting, but it cannot spit it all out, like a silk that can never be spit out, this ghost thing acts as an executioner, and is slaughtering its body bit by bit.

When it was still breathing, it was a little confused, and it didn't understand how this was caused, could it be that it was sick? No, it's still a little sober, it's obviously the rhizome of the peanut plant is poisonous, why did you eat it before, is it the poison released by the farmer who planted peanuts to prevent external forces? It was both resentful and helpless.

After a while, the little flower, which was in great pain, suddenly felt no more pain, and was very comfortable and relaxed, and its soul had left its shell, and flew lightly over the peanut field like a nightingale, looking at the grass hut beside the peanut field quietly, like a very patient sentinel, and it also became angry with it, because its owner was a natural enemy of the mole.

A desire of revenge grew in its heart, and it flew to the hut and tried to overturn it, but no matter how hard it tried, the hut did not move, and it bit a thatch on the hut with its mouth, but it could not help it, and a thatch was still a thatch, and not even a grain of dust fell off it.

It suddenly came to its senses and knew that it had become the ghost of the mole, and that no matter how hard it tried, it would be in vain.

At this moment, it floated back to the peanut field to see if its body, which was still foaming at the mouth mechanically, had any hint of resurrection, and it carefully observed and touched, and found that its body, including its limbs, had become stiff, and there was no possibility of returning to the sun.

So it flew away from the peanut field that killed itself in a lonely and indignant way.