Pi Frost stood up, silently picked up a shotgun in one hand, and walked down the hill with a shotgun in one hand. At the foot of the hill near the entrance of the village, he found that the family of the woman who had died for him was looking around, could it be that she had come to settle accounts with me? Suspiciously, he stopped, put his hoe under a pine tree, took only his shotgun, bent over, and quietly retreated back into the jungle.

Through a thorn, he saw an unripe tang pear, so he reached out and picked it, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one, because he was hungry, and when he spit out the tang pear pit, he raised his neck and squinted at the sky on the treetops and the sun and white clouds that stained the sky. He thought that when the sun went down and it was dark, he would go home so that he would not be discovered.

Because he was dazzled by the sun, his eyes followed the white clouds gliding freely in the blue sky, and he wanted to have the freedom of white clouds, without burden, worry, fright, and heavy heart. He was so reverie, and the sound of chanting in the monastery lingered in his ears, which reminded him of the squirrel he had hunted, and if it weren't for the fear that the monk would report the crime, that squirrel would have become his harvest.

For now, he was still trying to catch a wild animal silently and avoid the eyes of outsiders. But can wild animals be easily caught? If you don't use a shotgun. Looking at this shotgun again, it feels that it does work, even if a sparrow is not defeated, he is willing to hold it to give himself courage.

Because if necessary, if a tiger comes, you can use a shotgun to deal with it. Now there is no such danger, he only thinks about how to make a little harvest in this mountain forest, and quietly, even the monks are not alarmed, how can he do it? He thought again of the squirrel he had hunted. By the way, he returned to the pine tree, picked up the hoe, and sneaked into the vicinity of the monastery, where he was secretly glad to find that the monk who had reprimanded him for not hunting squirrels had left the place.

Isn't it a harvest for him to go to the grave where the squirrel's remains are buried, and prepare to dig it out with a hoe and bring it back? And it is a relatively light harvest, he was about to hoe, found that the squirrel grave was written on the six-character Da Ming mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva: "Om Ma Ma Bang Mi Mi", the handwriting he could not imitate, he actually felt that the six-character Da Ming mantra was like six insurmountable fences, he had to look at it and sighed, and the hoe in his hand did not dare to move, as if this hoe was much heavier at the moment.

He had to leave the squirrel's tomb and go to another jungle, and after only a few steps, he felt much more relaxed.

On the day that the father squirrel was killed by Skin Cream, the mother squirrel and her children, who were active in a col a few kilometers away from the monastery, seemed to feel it, and they all chirped in unison as if they were frightened.

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no danger in the vicinity, only the mother squirrel expected it, and she stopped crying, walked among the children, and fell her pretty tail like a flower towel in a sad way, and whispered, Do you know what is going on? No one answered. Xiaomu, Xiaogong, and Xiaojiu were still chirping, only Xiaoyu stopped screaming, and it said that something happened to Dad?

Kid, how do you know? Mother squirrel asked it rhetorically.

I have this hunch. Xiaoyu stood up on her two hind legs like a human, covered her face with her two forelegs, and said with a solemn expression, but I hope this premonition is wrong.

The mother squirrel walked around a bush, and then said to Xiaoyu, if your father doesn't come back tonight, it proves that something happened. Xiaomu, Xiaogong, and Xiaojiu stopped screaming, and they all came over with tails like little flower towels to listen to the mother squirrel.

In the middle of the night, the crescent moon sinks in the west, and the forest looks even darker, but the animals have luminous eyes, and the squirrel is the same. Then he walked three times around the bush with his neck down, and his children followed, and looked solemn.

This is a ritual performed by the squirrel family, and when their own kind or relatives die, they have to walk around the deceased three times to express their silence and farewell to the deceased. But now that the body of the father squirrel was not seen, the mother squirrel led her children to use the bush that the father squirrel had perched on for the last time before his death as a substitute for it, so they walked around it three times.

Later, the mother squirrel led her four children to a cave where the canyon embraced each other and moved safely. When it reached the entrance of the cave, Xiaoyu squatted there and refused to enter the hole, and the squirrel walking in front turned around and asked it why it didn't go into the hole, and it said that it was going to look for its father.

Don't die, kid! Mother Squirrel persuaded.

I will be cautious and avoid danger. Xiaoyu stood up and spoke, arching her two forelimbs, and saluting her mother like a fist.

Xiaoyu, you have to take care! Mom is still looking forward to your return. The mother squirrel looked at it reluctantly and said.

As soon as it was dark, Skin Cream flashed out of the jungle, and when he went to his house, he saw the oil lamp lit up in the tiled house, and he quietly pushed open the door and put the hoe and shotgun home. The mother came out of the back room, grabbed his clothes, and said very arrogantly: "Child, you quickly get out of the way, and when you come back, the families of the two dead women will come to you again."

The skin cream was very inward-looking, and replied: What are you afraid of? It's not that I'm forcing them to die, it's that they're killing themselves, and they have nothing to do with me.

Don't be stubborn, child, you have a responsibility too. Mom whispered: You go quickly, you fight them alone and they won't win.

I didn't go, I fought with them. Pi Shuang's heart was horizontal, and he said strongly. Mom pushed him, frowned and said, "Skin cream, you know that my mother has a heart attack, if they come and make a fuss at home, it will cause my heart attack." Pi Cream was very conflicted and asked in a low voice: Where do you want me to go?

With so many of your friends, where can't you avoid the limelight? Mom said anxiously.

Pi Shuang shook his head, he used to have some good friends, but then he didn't get along, and his reputation for molesting women was too stinky, and others stayed away from him, so he didn't have good friends, and there was nowhere to go.

Suddenly, the barking of the dog came from outside the house, and it was like a burst. Mom said you should go quickly, maybe someone will find you trouble. This kind of thing, you can legally excuse them, they are all martyrdom, but in terms of reason, it is difficult to get rid of it. Pi Shuang didn't think much about it, took off the shotgun hanging on the wall again, put it on his back, opened the back door, and walked towards the dark back mountain, not knowing where to go.

Hungry, he remembered the apples and other offerings in the temple, and walked along a familiar mountain path to the candlelit temple. When he was about a few meters away from the grave of a squirrel, there was a cry of "chirp", which made him conclude that there was another squirrel here. You can't hunt this time, if only you were caught alive. He secretly wondered, how can he be captured alive?

The chanting in the monastery sounded again, and he listened nonchalantly, only thinking about the offerings placed in front of the shrine. In his heart, he thought that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were all fake, and those carvers pretended to carve wooden portraits to deceive the demented bald heads.

He didn't believe it, but he also knew some rules in the monastery, and he couldn't bring a murder weapon into the pure land of Buddhism, and if the monks saw it, they would stop it. He knew that if he entered with a gun, in the eyes of the monks and nuns, it would be tantamount to attempting to commit murder, that he would be blaspheming the gods and committing the sin of contempt or disrespect for the Three Jewels of the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, and that he would naturally be expelled.