Dead.

Cowshed.

A monkey dressed in clean coarse cloth riding on the back of a sturdy old cow.

From time to time, I patted the flies and mosquitoes, and from time to time I caught the lice on the old cow.

The monkeys often take baths, put on human clothes, and bathe the monkeys and crowns, and finally some people look like people.

This monkey is the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain.

"Han Niu, do you think you can do some hygiene?" the monkey whispered as he busied, "Look at you, you everywhere, you are full of lice, and you don't like to bathe." ”

The old cow said slowly: "Aren't all cows like this?"

"But you're no ordinary cow, you can talk just as well as I do. "The monkeys clean the barn every day, and the old cows dirty the barn every day.

"Shhhh Be quiet, it would be bad if humans found out that we were different. The old cow lowered his voice.

"I know, if humans hear us talking, we will be called 'demons' by humans. I see, you've told me so many times. The monkey rolled his eyes, and although he was a little disapproving, he listened to the old cow's advice and never spoke in front of humans. Therefore, the only person he confided in was Lao Niu.

"Shhhh "The cowshed is silent again.

A little boy of about ten years old tiptoed into a fenced yard.

After sneakily looking left and right, he went to the chicken coop, carefully reached into the chicken coop, and held up a large rooster.

"Little thief......" As soon as the monkey spoke, the old man's oxtail swept over and blocked the monkey's mouth.

The three big roosters were exchanged for the money he earned from playing monkey plays, and he was going to make up for Grandma tomorrow.

Obviously, as soon as I bought it, I was remembered by people and suffered from thieves.

The monkey's voice, in the silence of the night, seemed a little sharp.

"Who?" the little boy looked around nervously, but there was no sound in the night.

There was a false alarm, and the little boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

looked at the window of Grandpa and Grandma's dilapidated room, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

After struggling for a while, he finally reluctantly put the big back into the chicken coop.

One step at a time, he turned back and disappeared into the night.

Following.

Grandpa slaughtered a chicken and simmered a large pot of chicken soup.

A simple wooden table.

The monkey also sat on a chair in a human appearance, sharing the table with the two elders, holding a bowl and chopsticks, eating rice and sandwiching vegetarian dishes.

Grandpa filled two bowls of chicken soup, handed one bowl to Grandma, and kept one bowl for himself. After thinking about it, he filled another bowl and put it in front of the monkey.

The monkey was stunned and stared at Grandpa suspiciously.

Monkeys don't kill, even when they are dying of hunger and thirst in the sea, God sends a golden carp that can't move in front of him, and he can release it.

He didn't know where his inexplicable attachment came from?

Maybe it's innate.

In short, he is persistent.

He can be played like a monkey to please humans and make money.

Although he is indeed a monkey.

He can go to those dangerous mountains and forests and find some Yao grass yams.

But he never hunted weak pheasants and hares, nor did he go out to sea to help his grandfather catch fish and shrimp.

They are all flesh and blood, living beings.

He is of the same category as them, with the exception of the primates of all things, and is collectively referred to as "animals".

He does not kill, nor does he use his own kind as food.

Grandpa knows this about monkeys.

So the monkey was confused.

Grandpa tasted the fresh soup unhurriedly and said, "Monkey, Grandpa doesn't know why you only eat vegetarian?

"Buddha ?......" The monkey frowned and bit the words into a slurred voice.

"It seems that you are not a believer in Buddhism. Grandpa put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked, "Do the monkeys not want to kill and cause evil?"

The monkey nodded repeatedly.

"Then Grandpa doesn't agree. Grandpa said.

The monkey was puzzled.

"Grandpa has lived for such an age, and he has seen through some truth. Grandpa said: "For example, the rice and vegetables you eat are also a member of the world, a member of all living beings, they can also grow and die, can you say that they have no life, not living beings?"

Monkey meal.

It's irrefutable.

Grandpa put the chicken soup in the palm of the monkey's palm: "So, this is a dizzy vegetarian, it's no different." ”

Grandma interjected: "As long as there is goodness in your heart, you usually accumulate more yin virtue." That's enough. ”