As advanced animals, humans have learned to grow food to sustain their lives in the process of reproduction from generation to generation.
And those pests that harm the growth of crops want to deprive the crops of life and continue to survive.
If these pests are not dealt with, not only the crops in the fields will die, but also the humans who rely on food to survive.
As for these captive domestic animals, the reason why humans provide them with food without any complaints is for one purpose, which is to exchange them for greater rewards.
Either give your strength or your body.
And this black pig, which only knows how to eat and sleep, and eat when it sleeps, how can it be worthy of the grain and vegetables that people save from their own mouths without killing it for meat?
The knife in the butcher's hand is not a butcher's knife, but a life-saving knife.
With such indifference between right and wrong, random definitions, and strong reasoning, this monk has spent his entire life practicing in vain.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly, walked up, looked at the monk up and down, and his eyes rested on the gourd on his waist.
"Master, which temple are you a senior monk in?"
Hearing someone asking a question, the monk put his left hand upright on his chest and turned to look at Xiao Chen: "A poor monk travels around the world and has no fixed residence. He cannot be called a high monk."
"May I ask, Master, what exactly do you mean by the so-called butcher's knife?"
"Any killing is a butcher's knife."
"But master, the butcher in front of you relies on killing pigs for a living. Behind him is not only his own family, but also hundreds of people who eat meat. In order to save a lazy pig, you put everyone's lives at risk.
Don't you care? How many times have you done this kind of thing while traveling around the world? How many lives have you affected invisibly? If we talk about a butcher's knife, your behavior should be the biggest butcher's knife, right?"
Xiao Chen's sharp eyes were fixed on the monk's compassionate face.
He doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, he can't weigh the importance, and he has the nerve to travel around the world? He wants to disrupt other people's livelihood just for a pig? A good monk is just doing what he is doing, and he comes here to scaremonger people.
Hearing this, the monk was silent for a while, then moved his body to the side to get out of the way of the big black pig tied to the tree behind him.
He bowed slightly towards Xiao Chen: "Since the benefactor said so, this poor monk's move seems unreasonable. Looking at the world, there are so many things that harm living beings, how can I alone take care of it? However, good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded.
If there is evil retribution, when you raise the butcher's knife, you are destined to die by the butcher's knife. How many people understand this eternal truth?"
"What do you mean by the donor, when facing those treacherous and evil people, what we have to do is to reason with them and wait for them to reflect on themselves?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but snorted coldly.
For these monks who only knew how to eat food and chant Buddha's name, Xiao Chen never regarded them as human beings.
In the face of disaster, these people still have an attitude of not caring about themselves. In their eyes, they will always only have those so-called dogmas with good intentions. They have never done anything practical for the people.
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Xiao Chen didn't bother to pay attention to people who only talked but didn't do anything.
"No one is born a great evil person. Before they become a great evil person, the people and things around them have a certain influence. Since our influence makes him become a great evil person, why do we have to put all the people into the evil person?"
Should he bear the blame alone? Massacre is an act of the weak. A truly strong person will influence and change everything from the heart." The monk said slowly and unhurriedly with a smile on his face.
"The master's words seem to make some sense. But if we are facing a war and the enemy is approaching the city with thousands of troops, what we have to do is not to fight back and protect our people, but to stand in front of the other party and talk to them.
Are you talking about putting down the butcher's knife?"
"Of course." The monk smiled faintly, "If one person can persuade the enemy to retreat, save thousands of lives, and avoid a scene of bloodshed, it will become a story for the ages."
"Really? Since ancient times, I have only heard of this kind of thing. During the Three Kingdoms period, Zhuge Liang sang an empty city strategy. As for Buddhists saving people in danger and redeeming my ignorance, I have never heard of it. They all say Buddha
The family is empty of everything, why does the master pay attention to such a false reputation?" Xiao Chen's eyes looked at the gourd on the opponent's waist again.
If I guessed correctly, the gourd must contain soju.
He is just a flowery monk who has been through wine and meat and may not even be left in the heart of the Buddha.
A despicable man in the garb of a monk saved a black pig's life on the street to gain fame for himself. The forest was really big and there were all kinds of birds.
"The poor monk doesn't care about those false reputations. The poor monk has only one purpose, which is to let people in the world understand: when you raise the butcher's knife, you are destined to die under the butcher's knife."
After saying these words, the monk bowed to Xiao Chen, no longer paying attention to the big black pig beside him that had placed hope on him, squeezed out of the crowd, and disappeared at the end of the alley.
"I'm really full."
Seeing the monk leaving, the butcher with the butcher's knife spat on the ground, cut off the rope on the tree with one knife, and grabbed the big black pig's ears, regardless of the big black pig's miserable howling, two feet away.
The long butcher knife was inserted under the pig's chin.
The big black pig stuck out its butt and backed away desperately. The pig's mouth opened wide, its tongue flicked to the side, and it made an even more harsh howling sound.
Among the crowd watching the excitement, there were several women with children in their arms.
The howling of the black pig made the frightened children cry loudly at the same time.
Hearing the child's cry, the butcher with a cold face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Regardless of destroying the integrity of the pork, he stirred the butcher's knife a few times, causing the black pig to stop breathing and the howling disappeared.
Seeing the crowd gradually disperse, Xiao Chen shook his head and walked towards the carriage with Xu Kaiying.
The carriage was about to stagger out of the alley. Xu Kaiying, who had been silent for a long time, opened the curtain: "Brother Xiao, why do I feel that there is something wrong with this monk?"
"What's the problem?" Xiao Chen chuckled, put one leg on the shaft of the cart, and kicked the horse's butt with his toes.
"This monk repeated the same sentence three times. Did he say it specifically to us?" The carriage suddenly accelerated, causing him to lean forward and hit his head on the beam of the carriage. "Oh, please drive slower.
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"Hahaha, I'm driving the car, not raising the butcher's knife." Xiao Chen kicked the horse's butt again with his toes.
From a distance, we can see the dilapidated carriage speeding away in the rugged alley, raising a cloud of dust behind it.
At Zhongzhen Restaurant, Wang Zhongzhen had already come and sat at the counter.
There was the restaurant account book in front of him, and his right hand was pressing the two-foot-long large abacus made of rosewood on the counter. He seemed to be taking stock of the accounts, but his eyes were always staring at the private room on the second floor facing the lobby on the first floor.
A figure flashed at the door, and a middle-aged man in cloth walked in.
"Who are the guests? This way, please." The waiter, who was already sharp-eyed, greeted him enthusiastically.
Hearing this, Wang Zhongzhen couldn't help but look at the door.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart.
Zhenzhen Restaurant can be regarded as one of the most luxurious restaurants in the capital. Those who come in and out on weekdays are either rich or expensive. How can ordinary people afford it?
What's wrong with this guy today? How dare a man in common clothes come to a restaurant to spend money?
No, why does this person's face seem familiar?
Wang Zhongzhen frowned and his mind was spinning hard.
"Don't worry, there are still people." The man's tone was cold and disdainful, which was extremely inconsistent with the cloth he was wearing. While speaking, he didn't even look at the waiter, but turned to look outside the door.
Isn't this clearly the commander of Jinyiwei? There was a big fuss here a few days ago for the full moon banquet of Li Shangshu's daughter.
Wang Zhongzhen was shocked.
On the second floor was Dongchang Changgong Lin Shangli, who was dressed in casual clothes. Suddenly, the commander of the Jinyi Guards in civilian clothes came in.
These two are both important figures with real power in the capital. Now that they are all gathering at Zhenzhen Restaurant, is something big going to happen?
I thought like this in my heart, but I couldn't pretend that I didn't know the other person.
Wang Zhongzhen stood up hurriedly, walked out of the counter, waved his hand towards the waiter, and signaled to retreat.
He walked up to Xu Kaiying with a smile, bowed and lowered his voice: "Commander Xu, is this a private visit incognito? Do you want me to help you arrange it?"
Xu Kaiying was stunned, and when she saw it was Wang Zhongzhen, she smiled awkwardly: "What about a private visit incognito? Brother Xiao and I are here to meet an old friend."
"Brother Xiao?" Wang Zhongzhen was stunned again.
Is this a gathering of three flowers today?
"Shopkeeper Wang is really a noble man who forgets things. You don't recognize me so soon?" He handed the carriage to the waiter of the restaurant and after giving instructions, Xiao Chen came over with a smile.
