Unable to bring a shotgun into the monastery, Pi Frost climbed a pine tree and hid it in a crevice of the dense pine branches. Just as he was about to slip down the trunk of the tree, he suddenly heard a sound at the top of the pine tree, and from the light pouring out of the temple, it was a squirrel, which was leaping up and landing on another pine tree, and the branches of the two trees were swinging against each other.

Normally, Pi Shuang would pick up a shotgun and wait for the opportunity to hunt and kill, but he didn't, he was hungry, his body slipped down with the trunk of the tree, his feet fell to the ground, and he walked towards the temple gate where the prayer was boiling and the incense was reflected. The door was closed, and he pounded it heavily, but it was not opened; Hammered again, it didn't open, he planned to climb over the two-meter-high courtyard wall to enter.

I was thinking about what to take to pad my feet, and suddenly the door opened with a "ah", and a tall monk stood at the door, clasped his palms and said: Amitabha, which donor is knocking on the door, wanting to burn incense and worship the Buddha, why don't you come early? When the door was opened, Pi Shuang flashed to the side, and when he saw that the monk was speaking kindly, he stepped forward and said: Amitabha, I am not a donor today, you are a donor, and I want to ask you for something to give.

The monk was choked by his words, and only after a long time did he say, "Donor, how can you say this?"

It's very simple, I don't come to burn incense, I don't come to worship the Buddha, I'm here to ask for something to eat, and I'm hungry.

Donor, why don't you go home at such a late hour?

Under the candlelight of the monastery, the monk looked at the skin cream in front of him and suddenly recognized him, and he also recognized the monk in front of him as the one who scolded him for not hunting squirrels during the day.

Did you commit another crime and can't go home?

Pi Shuang suddenly knelt in front of the monk and said Master, I didn't commit any crimes today, but I still had trouble being implicated in my previous crimes.

Donor, you are doing it yourself! Amitabha. The monk lifted him up as he spoke. He said, I haven't eaten today, and I begged Master to give me something to eat. The monk said, "Come with me into the courtyard and see if there is any gruel in the kitchen."

When he passed by the Buddha hall, the monk told him to go in and kowtow to the Bodhisattva. He walked in and saw apples, bananas, pears and other offerings shining by candlelight, so he knelt down in front of a great bodhisattva and kowtowed three times, then stood up and touched a pink apple and bit it. When the monk saw this, he said unhappily: You are too unruly, and you eat the offerings on the Buddha shrine without permission, so that you are suspected of stealing food and will offend the Bodhisattva.

Pi Frost came out while eating, saying that if you put the offerings there, the Bodhisattva won't eat them anyway, and it will rot after a long time! Isn't it a waste? If you waste it, you have sinned against the Bodhisattva.

The monk said, "What kind of reasoning are you talking about?" Even if you eat, there is a rule, and you should tell us about it by replacing the offerings that have been left for a long time with fresh offerings.

I'm so hungry, I'm hungry, I don't talk about those rules, I don't know how many rules, Bodhisattva compassion won't blame me, right?

Forget it this time.

The monk continued to walk, followed by Pi Cream. At this time, the chanting sound in the Buddhist hall was loud and sound, and Pi Shuang was unhappy when he heard the monk's number, so he approached his ear and said, "I didn't eat meat, and I didn't get fishy, but I just ate an apple." He'd eaten the apple until it was just one core.

If you don't follow the rules like this, don't go to the temple in the future.

The monk didn't listen to the monk's words, and thought to himself: I still want to eat some meat. The long-tailed squirrel that had just jumped from that pine tree to another came to mind, and if it was hunted, the skin and meat could be used to cook a delicious meal that would accompany the meal.

The monk lit a thumb-thick candle and led him into the kitchen, where he unveiled the pot and found some gruel in it. The monk took a spoon and dipped it in the porridge, then brought it to his mouth and tasted it, saying that the gruel was still hot and could be eaten. Then he opened the cabinet door again, and there were a few bowls of leftovers such as salted radishes, and he said to Pi Shuang: You can eat whatever you want with these leftovers.

I want to eat a little, Skin Cream said. In fact, he was not interested in these vegetarian dishes at all, and he was still thinking about the fruit offerings placed in the Buddhist hall. As the monk was turning around and going out, Pi Shuang said, "Master, if you want to help people, I hope to help you to the end." The monk said that he would come immediately, and after a while, when he came, he asked, "Donor, what do you need to help?" Pi Shuang took a bowl in one hand and a spatula in the other to scoop the gruel, and said Master, please find me a place to rest.

The monk said yes, and when Pi Shuang had finished eating the gruel, he led him to the left and opened a side door in the kitchen, which was unlocked and unlocked. The door opened, and inside was a wing room about ten square meters in size. On the right side of the wall is a sleeping bunk, and against the sleeping bunk is a wall, with a window, the window is round, and it is covered with a layer of ochre-red curtains, and the upper and lower left and right edges are fixed with nails, and the outside seems to be windy, and the curtain is bulging and bulging.

At this time, the monk said, "You can rest here tonight, and the man who lives in the monastery has just returned to his lay house in the past two days." Amitabha. He muttered again: Donor, live in the temple to abide by the rules, if you don't burn incense and worship the Buddha, you will rarely go to the Buddha hall.

Master, the lay people remembered. Pi Shuang nodded, looking honest.

That night, the monk went out with peace of mind after ordering the skin cream.

The next day, there was a shouting in the monastery, and several monks argued that the temple had been stolen last night and that all the fruit offerings had been stolen. The monk who was called Master by Pi Shuang also rushed to the Buddha hall to see, and sure enough, the fruit offerings were looted, a layer of fragmented fruit cores was scattered on the ground, and a piece of fruit peel was diagonally placed on the lips of a Buddha statue. The monk was very annoyed when he saw it, and he guessed that it must have been the thief's unchanging skin cream, but he didn't say it, and he would be held responsible, because he brought the skin cream in last night.

At this time, someone outside the Buddha hall shouted: A donor came last night, did not give anything to the donor, and ate all the leftovers in the kitchen, and we suspect that the donor did it. He was found sleeping in the man's bedroom, and then he ran away, pulled the curtain open, and ran away through the window. Which foolish monk put him in? Be responsible! Some people set their sights on monks who had something to do with skin cream.

The monk found that he could not hide it, so he knelt down on his knees in front of the statue of the Bodhisattva, kowtowed like a chicken pecking rice, and muttered a confession in his mouth: "Sin, sin, I wanted to help the benefactor, but I was unexpectedly victimized." The Bodhisattva knew that I didn't expect that the donor would come to the Buddha Hall to do something wrong.

A monk next to him understood and said that you are so confused, why don't you ask the great wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva to give you some wisdom and concentration? The monk then stood up and walked to the statue of Manjushri and bowed for a while. Then he walked out of the Buddhist hall, passed through the temple, and went through the kitchen to the wing room where the man was staying, and saw that the curtain that had been fine last night had now fallen to the ground, and there was a hole in the wall, just enough to crawl out of a man's body. He looked at it and said wistfully: The donor who hunted the squirrel was wild and puzzled.

After leaving the mother squirrel, Xiaoyu sneaked into the forest, thinking about the father squirrel, secretly patrolling among the mountains covered with pine trees, but there was no trace, and it concluded that the father squirrel, even if something happened, might be near the temple.

It's dusk, and the birds are noisy. The night gradually blurred the pine forest, the temple was lit up again, and the sound of chanting faintly reached the ears. The light rain slipped towards the pine forest near the temple, and when it got there, it smelled a smell of the same kind, like the smell emanating from the father squirrel, wafting through the air. It crouched on the grass, its neck stretched upward, and stared at the somewhat gray night sky. Later, he patrolled the pine forest, but he could only smell the scent of the father squirrel, but he was nowhere to be seen.