At the end of the alley, a large number of people gathered in a dark crowd.
Everyone wants to see if this meddlesome monk can really make Butcher Zhang stop killing pigs and cut off everyone's happiness.
"Humans are a life, and pigs are also a living life. Why should we deprive pigs of their lives to serve as human delicacies?"
Looking at Butcher Zhang, the monk spoke softly and unhurriedly.
"Pigs are raised by people, and the pig pens and pig food are provided by people. The purpose of raising them is to eat meat. Just like growing crops, all the efforts are for the harvest."
Butcher Zhang was unambiguous, shaking his cattail leaf fan like Kong Ming during the Three Kingdoms period, imitating the monk's accent, and speaking slowly and leisurely.
However, Kong Ming not only has something in his stomach, but he also pays special attention to his image.
Wearing a turban on his head and wearing plain clothes, how could he be so paunchy and still be shirtless?
No matter how you look at it, it’s nondescript.
However, although his image was poor, his sharp words won everyone's approval.
Especially the talkative women, they all clapped and cheered excitedly as if they had seen the emperor.
Glancing at the situation in the auditorium with the corner of his eye, Butcher Zhang was very satisfied.
He shook his head, raised his left hand, and pushed back the messy hair on his forehead.
If it weren't for the naked body and the fat on his body like a fat pig, he would still look like a scholar.
"If you provide them with shelter and food, you can control their lives at will and kill and eat meat at will?" The monk smiled faintly, "When your children, elderly parents, and parents are unable to take care of themselves, don't you have to provide them with the same things?
Is it possible that everything can be controlled over their lives at will?"
"I×your horse, are you a human or not? This is exactly the same as pigs. Do you insist on comparing them with humans?"
One sentence made Butcher Zhang furious.
No longer caring about the literati's score, he waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand and rushed towards the monk.
The crowd next to them was also in a commotion.
"This monk is also a member of the Buddhist sect, but he doesn't speak his mind at all."
"That is, respecting the old and loving the young. This is human nature, but when it came to his mouth, it actually became so unpleasant."
"I think this is a fake monk. He doesn't have the kind thoughts of Buddhists at all. He is just using strong words to please others."
"Butcher Zhang, if you beat him, even if he is beaten to death, we will pretend that we didn't see anything."
As for Butcher Zhang, although he rushed to the monk angrily and waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand several times, he did not let it fall.
Now, I am debating with the other party.
Hitting someone is a sign that you are desperate to lose.
Although the other party's words are unpleasant, if you want to gain the upper hand, you must use words, not body.
The monk looked at Butcher Zhang quietly with a smile on his face, as if waiting for his cattail leaf fan to fall.
"Humans are human beings, and animals are animals. When you confuse animals and people like this, is it because of the great Buddha in your heart, or is it because you are fundamentally different from humans and are not human beings?"
Holding back his anger, Butcher Zhang tried his best to be "gentle" in his words.
Hearing these words from Butcher Zhang, Duan Tianming, who was hiding in the crowd, couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded.
This sentence is a very sharp counterattack.
"Hahaha, Butcher Zhang, you can't curse people like this. This monk looks like a human being. Although he doesn't do human things or speak human words, you can't say that he is not a human being."
Someone shouted in the crowd.
"In the world, all living beings are equal. The poor monk is just discussing the matter. I'm afraid it is inappropriate for the donor to make such a personal attack. You said that if you provide food and accommodation, you can kill people and eat meat. Why is this principle applied to people, and the donor just
Will you become furious? Or do you think that except for human beings, other lives cannot be counted as fate?"
One sentence made Butcher Zhang a little confused.
He scratched his ears and cheeks, his face turned red from holding back.
"Yes, in the Ming Dynasty, except for human life, everything else is just an accessory of human beings and cannot be counted as life."
Duan Tianming pushed aside the crowd and walked out slowly.
Wearing a smart outfit and a big hat on his head, he looked extremely mysterious.
The monk narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Duan Tianming: "Who is the donor?"
"A person who kills pigs and eats meat."
The crowd was excited again.
Especially the women, who stared at Duan Tianming's big bamboo hat and clapped their hands until they turned red.
These troublesome people who prevent everyone from eating meat should be attacked in groups.
Butcher Zhang on the side also looked excited when he saw helpers appearing: "Okay, we are all people who kill pigs and eat meat."
The monk's expression became serious.
It was not because there were many people on the other side, nor was it because Duan Tianming looked unusually mysterious in his attire, but he saw that Duan Tianming had a knife handle exposed on his waist.
In the capital, only people from the government can carry swords with them.
However, the other party's outfit clearly looked more like a member of a gang.
Especially the knife on his waist, which was almost completely hidden under his clothes, leaving only half of the handle. It was obvious that the knife he carried was not legitimate.
Thinking of this, the monk felt a little relaxed.
As long as you are not from the government, I am not afraid of how many people come.
Since you carry a knife and don't dare to show it to others openly, I will expose you on the spot and let you retreat.
"The donor carries a knife with him, and he is talking to the butcher in front of him. He claims to be a butcher who kills pigs and eats meat. Could it be that the other thing in his waist is a butcher's knife, and he is also a butcher?"
Hearing that Duan Tianming was also a butcher, the women in the crowd looked at him even more enthusiastically.
Butchers are great. If there are more butchers, there will be more pork.
Having meat to eat every day makes me feel extremely happy just thinking about it.
"Butcher? You said what I have in my waist is a pig-butcher's knife?" Duan Tianming was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing at Butcher Zhang next to him, "His knife is a pig-butcher's knife, my knife is not
.”
"Oh?" A trace of contempt flashed in the monk's eyes, "Your knife is just for killing chickens? Even if it is to kill a flying insect, when you raise the butcher's knife, you are destined to die under the butcher's knife."
During the Ming Dynasty, even butchers could only use knives when killing pigs.
When you usually go out, you should keep your butcher knife at home.
You are so arrogant in the market, if you are not hostile to me, we can keep our peace.
If you stand up and become my enemy now, even if it is a scalpel used to operate on mosquitoes, I will still stab you to the government.
Hearing this last sentence, Duan Tianming's face gradually turned cold.
Xiao Chen specifically explained this to himself.
He was afraid that he had arrested the wrong person, so he specifically warned that if the other person said this sentence, or words with similar meanings, he would be captured immediately.
His right hand reached to his waist, grabbed the half of the handle, and pulled out the entire sword with a "crack" sound.
The knife was three feet long and its sharp edge looked even more chilly under the shade of the big locust tree.
"This knife of mine is not for killing pigs or chickens, but for killing people."
The moment Duan Tianming unsheathed his sword, the monk already felt something was wrong.
And his words made the monk feel cold even more.
The noisy crowd around them also fell silent at this moment. The sounds of heavy breathing rose and fell with each other.
Killing a pig is a lively event.
But killing people is not only not exciting, but also creepy and frightening.
"Is the donor a member of the government?" The monk looked at Duan Tianming warily, and secretly exerted force on his feet, preparing to run away.
"Hmm." Looking at the other party, Duan Tianming pouted, nodded slightly, looked at the monk's feet, and said slowly: "I have a brother, his knife is very fast. He slashes at the fleeing enemy with one knife, and the enemy has no
Without any sense of consciousness, he was split into two and fell to the ground while running. My knife was not as fast as his. If the enemy ran away, the most he could do was cut off his legs, but he couldn't cut the whole person in two.
"
The monk stopped talking, his face turned blue and purple, and his forehead gradually began to sweat.
Butcher Zhang next to him also trembled slightly when he heard Duan Tianming's words. The cattail leaf fan in his hand stopped shaking unconsciously and slowly hung down.
The people watching the excitement nearby were even more arrogant and did not dare to show off.
The heavy breathing that had been coming and going just now was replaced by complete silence.
No one wanted to let the three-foot-long knife in Duan Tianming's hand cut into his leg.
