At this time, Wu Juying kept kowtowing, hoping to be forgiven by the gods, especially the bird god. Everything seemed very peaceful, except for the slight rustling of the wind in the woods. She looked at the two bird feathers hanging from the branches of the black locust tree, and suddenly one of them floated down, and after being pulled by the wind, it fell quietly in front of her. As she stared at it, she faintly heard a cry coming from the village outside the forest.

She quickly stood up and ran towards the outside of the forest, listening to the cry becoming clearer and clearer, there was a man crying, she was very familiar with it, it was her man's voice. Out of the woods, turning around the village, she saw many people in front of the house looking at something, and her husband's roaring cries continued.

She squeezed over to see a corpse tightly wrapped in a white cloth spread out on a wooden board, it was Li Xiongbing, her heart and lungs baby. She was about to pounce on her with a loud cry of sorrow, but was stopped by a leading figure in the village: Ju Ying, this child died of bird flu, be careful of infection, don't pounce.

Wu Juying looked up and saw that her husband was only crying, and he did not approach the child's body at all.

And she stood there, crying and complaining, "Why can't I redeem my son's life when I ask someone to weave 100 nests and plant them in the treetops to confess to the bird god?" She repeated it several times, and said that this act of repentance was also in vain.

Suddenly, the Lin Dao chief, who she was familiar with, came over and whispered: "This sister-in-law, you don't know, if you don't ask someone to weave a bird's nest and set it up in the treetops, your family's evil obstacles may not be alleviated at all."

Ju Ying stopped crying, looked at Lin Daochang intently, what did she mean by that?

Lin Daochang said knowingly: If that's the case, your daughter's life will not be saved! Now that your daughter's life has been saved, it is not easy, this is the result of your accumulation of a little yin virtue.

At this moment, the villagers carried Li Xiongbing's body to the foot of the mountain and placed it in a large pile of firewood and grass.

The leading figure said to Li Gui and his wife, who rushed to cry and cry: People who died of bird flu cannot be buried, so as not to be infected by bacteria, this is the above request, please forgive the two!

Li Gui nodded in understanding. Wu Juying no longer cared about this, but tears welled up, approached Li Gui and asked quietly: What is Ru Hua like? Li Gui wiped a handful of tears and said: Ru Hua has escaped.

This incident spread within a radius of several miles, and everyone spread the word that Li Gui had caused both children to suffer from bird flu because of the bird hunting and making bird meat barbecue.

Of course, these words also reached the ears of hunter Liu Duanping, he felt that he often hunted and had never hunted birds, could it be that he had also committed a deep sin? He panicked and calmed down, quietly lit a fire, threw the shotgun into the fire and burned it, but the barrel of the gun could not be burned, so he let it cool down, took it to the blacksmith's shop, and asked the blacksmith to make it into a sickle or other farm implement, and from then on he practiced farming.

However, once when cutting rice, he accidentally cut one of his knees, and blood gushed out, from the ankle to the heel along the leg pole, leaving a puddle of red marks in the rice field. Li Gui went to a doctor to bandage the pain, but he didn't get better for a long time, it was always suppurated and itchy, and the wound could not heal.

Later, when I went to the hospital to change dressings, I walked slowly, and I was on crutches, and I accidentally slipped down a steep slope, but I was hit by a dirt bump and broke the wound, making it pus and bloody.

At this time, a monk came and helped him up while reciting Amitabha.

Liu Duanping was a little grateful, so he told the monk how he was cut, and asked why he had been treated, but he never got better.

The monk looked at his face carefully, and then said, "You are a disease of evil, and it is rare to be good, but it is not completely ungood." Liu Duanping asked with a bitter face: What kind of business did I create?

The monk smiled and said, "This is your own doing!"

What do you mean by that? Liu Duanping looked at the monk and asked.

Amitabha! The monk said one reason: You are a good thing.

This confused Liu Duanping even more: Is it a good thing that my knee is ulcerated?

A good thing, of course. The monk said, "If you hadn't quit killing, there would be more serious calamities waiting for you, and even your life would not have been saved!" Now this wound is festering, but it is not life-threatening. You think, you have hunted so many wild animals, some running on the ground and some flying in the sky, and some of their resentment when they die has been transformed into your evil obstacles. What looks like a festering wound right now is actually a sin that is incurable.

Hearing these words, Liu Duanping shuddered: How did you get it? It can't be cured.

Of course, there is a way to alleviate the obstacles.

What can be done to ask the eminent monks to teach?

The monk helped Liu Duanping to walk from the steep slope to the gentle slope, and said I tell it, can you do it?

As long as the wound can be healed, what can't be done?

All right! I'll call you, first, from today onwards, you must completely stop killing, not just not to hunt big animals, not even small animals such as insects; second, to release more animals to alleviate their own killing karma; Third, don't eat the animals you release, such as birds, snakes, frogs, etc. These three can be maintained, and within three months, the wound will heal. However, if you heal the scars and forget the pain, and continue to commit killing karma in the future, then the disease will recur.

I will be able to do it. Liu Duanping knelt down on a healthy leg and wanted to thank the monk, but in the blink of an eye, the monk was gone. After that, according to the monk's teachings, he abstained from killing and releasing life, and sure enough, within three months, the festering wound scabbed and healed.

Li Gui also washed his hands and stopped hunting for a living, but where is the pressure of life released? He thought that only by learning slaughtering from Wu Yi could he have some money to support his family.

This idea led him to quickly find Wu Yi, who was selling meat at the third stall in the bazaar, his hands were oily, his face was oily, and he was a little red. His bulging bulging eyes were fixed only on the pork waiting for sale at the butcher stall and the customers who were pouring in and browsing for a short time.

At this time, Li Gui came, he thought that Li Gui was here to buy meat, and after asking, he realized that there was something else to look for him, he was not very interested, so Li Gui waited for a long time, and after doing a few business, the customers scattered one by one, and there was a little gap in time, he remembered that Li Gui was still standing in front of the meat stall, and then asked what was the specific matter.

Li Gui said, I am unemployed, I will never hunt anymore, and you know the reason why I don't hunt.

Wu Yi listened casually, did not answer, rubbed a pair of oily hands on the rag in the corner of the case, took out two cigarettes from the basket under the board, and handed one to Li Gui, Li Gui shook his hand, said no, and immediately realized that he was rude, since he was looking for Wu Yi to learn slaughtering, why didn't he even buy him a box of cigarettes, you, are you sincere? He secretly reproached himself and looked away from him with shame.

Wu Yi put the cigarette back into the cigarette case of the basket, lit the other one, took a deep breath, and then a faint smoke floated out of his nostrils, and the smoke-shrouded Wu Yi showed a bit of hazy and mysterious. He looked at Li Gui and asked, "If you stop hunting, what will you do in the future?"

Wu Yi, I also want to do the slaughtering business, worship you as a teacher, okay? Li Gui went straight to the point.

Wu Yi, who was pinching the cigarette butt with two fingers, suddenly let out a dry laugh, and said that you Li Gui didn't want to compete with me, right? The hunting line let you snatch it, and then come to rob the slaughtering line, no way, no way.

Wu Yi turned sideways to face him, took another deep puff of smoke, and a trace of smoke wafted out of his nostrils. He said: Li Gui, can't you do other professions?

There is no foundation for doing the rest. When Li Gui saw a customer coming, he retracted the words that came to his lips.

The customer browsed for a while and left, at this moment, another came and left, Wu Yi asked the customer who came to browse what kind of meat they wanted, their eyes looked at the meat table, and most of them shook their heads.