Can pigs become immortals?

When God picked my fairy bones, blood splashed all over his body

"Made, pigs can become immortals these days! The God of Ben will kill it and give it to colleagues to make braised pork!"

However, no matter what age, any creature has dignity, even if I'm just a pig!

Before I die completely, I exhaust my whole life's skill and curse God to become a pig!

一

Ten years later.

I carried a bucket of pig food made of bran and rotten sweet potato to the pigsty behind the house.

In the pigsty, a black boar in his prime was sleeping in a corner.

I can't see the pig getting any better.

So, I picked up the pig driving stick next to the pigsty, and knocked on the pigsty fence.

"Why sleep in broad daylight, pretend to be dead! Get up!"

I knocked on the decaying pigsty, and the big black pig was awakened. When it saw me, it trembled all over. Bury yourself in shit.

"Oh," I sneered, knowing I was afraid.

You know how scared and hated I was when you picked my fairy bones back then!

I waved the pig-driving stick and whipped it fiercely, thinking that this damn pig would eat so much in one meal, I hated it even more!

Ma De, reincarnation does not cast sows, sows can still bear piglets and sell for some money.A boar can only be taken to be bred, and it's damned uncooperative. The Wang family's flowers are white and beautiful, and they don't match you at all, and you still despise them!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, wishing that the knife lying in my hand was the knife that picked my fairy bones back then, and I would slash wildly at it!

two

I threw down the stick to drive the pig, and shook my arm that was a little swollen and sore from too much force. I was very satisfied to see the big black pig's bloody head.

After pouring the cold pig food into the trough, he returned to the house with the bucket.

In my previous life, I was an unrestrained wild boar in the mountains.

One day, because I messed with the wife of the wild boar boss on the mountain, I was kicked and kicked all the way by him, and I was beaten all over my body.

I ran for a day and a night and managed to get rid of it, but I was about to bleed to death.

I slumped in the green grass, my eyes began to darken, and my brilliant but short pig life flashed through my mind one after another.

Just as the shot that cost me my life was about to flash by, a small, soft light suddenly appeared in my dark vision.

I kicked my hind legs and struggled to move over a little bit.

That thing is round, small, and shiny.

Based on the knowledge accumulated in my short life, I have no idea what this is.But it doesn't matter, I'm going to die anyway, and I want to satisfy my curiosity after I die.

So, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

three

Maybe because I swallowed it so fast, I didn't taste the stuff.

Soon I fell into a coma.Of course, then I thought I was falling into death.

After waking up, my injury was healed, and my body was also strong. I could run fifty or sixty miles in one breath!

Jie Jie Jie, my life is endless.

Afterwards, I fought invincibly all over the mountain, and even the tigers in the mountain did not dare to raise their heads in front of me.

I patted the yellow tiger's head in front of me, and let out a couple of admiring clicks.

The tiger put the fresh rabbit in its mouth on the ground, wagged its tail, and ran away quickly.

This rabbit is today's tribute. In fact, I don't like to eat rabbits. The reason why I didn't refuse was because I heard that a tiger on another mountain was killed by a person, so the tigers on this mountain also began to be cautious. Live with your tail.

I'm not being arrogant or unreasonable. Everyone can fight whatever they want behind closed doors, but it's not easy to recruit other people in.

The main reason is that there are too many animals like humans. I can't afford to provoke them, but I can hide them.

four

Time passed by little by little, and it was 40 years in a flash.

None of the wild boars I knew lived to be 50 years old, but I was still alive, not only alive, but still so young and strong.

All the animals on the mountain looked at me differently.

I know, I'm a genius.

After I became refined, I found that I had changed. In the past, I could not live without eating, drinking, sleeping, and venting my vigorous energy. Now, I no longer have much desire for these things.

I lay on the edge of the cliff, feeling the cold white moonlight covering me, the cold night wind blowing over my body, the crickets chirping, the leaves swaying and the howling of wolves under the full moon lingering in my ears.

All the sounds are far and near, and I seem to be still on the edge of the cliff, and it seems that I am nowhere, but I am everywhere.

五

When I opened my eyes again, the cliff had turned into a quarry.

At the moment, I am being lifted by two people and put on a wooden cart pulling stones.Years of wind and sand have wrapped me up, making me look like a boulder.

The shirtless middle-aged man was struggling to pull a cart of boulders forward, and the rough hemp rope left a bright red blood mark on his shoulder.

I smelled the stench of blood, and felt a slight fever in my stomach.

The man pulled me away for half an hour, stopped behind a newly built Buddhist temple, and then lifted the car, and the stones and I rolled to the ground, together with Shi Lei who had been moved earlier.

This Buddhist temple is not very big, there is only a three-foot-by-five-foot-long Buddhist hall, in which the Tathagata is enshrined.The rest of the dozen or so rooms are monks' quarters.

This is strange. Could it be that so many monks squeezed into one room to recite the Buddha's name without getting bored?

六

The stones piled up around me were reduced one by one, and they were either patching up the west wall, or laying out the east bed, or building ladders and stoves.

In the end, it was just me.

In the end, I was moved to the Buddhist hall and became a stone table for wooden fish.

Because, that day, a monk came. He looked at me, then turned around, and said to the craftsman: "This stone is round and lovely. There is a table missing in the Buddhist hall. Why not just use it."

So, now I am lying under the statue of Buddha, eating incense ash, and carrying a wooden fish.I don't know if I can impress the Buddha with all my hard work, so please give me some pointers.

I found that there is only one monk in this temple.The rooms behind the Buddhist hall are not monastic houses, but free accommodation for passers-by.

People staying here come and go, only monks are here every day.

Seven

Just after the rooster crowed, it was still dark.

Before the monk got up, I made a mess of the kitchen he had tidied up last night, white flour paste was all over the wall, and then I happily and nervously continued to lay down in the Buddhist hall to install stones.

This day has been going on for several days.

Of course I didn't do this because I had the plague and went crazy.

I think the monk seems to know that I am not a rock.

Because he never knocked the wooden fish on me, and he moved the incense table a little bit inside, just to prevent the incense ash from falling on my head. When the weather was cold, he would cover me with a blanket.

Is it possible that I am still afraid that the stone will be cold, what a joke!

I don't believe that he didn't see anything.But if he saw it, why didn't he expose me?

So, I got into a fight with the monk because of this idea. He took off his clothes at night, and I scratched his clothes to pieces. When he closed the window, I blew it open for him. When he fetched water, I broke the rope. , Let him hold the bamboo pole, stick up his buttocks and hook the barrel by the well.

The red sun is rising.

The monk, wearing a monk's robe covered in large and small patches, opened the kitchen in the morning light.

I saw the frozen expression on his face, and I couldn't stop laughing. Last night, he was busy for more than half an hour cleaning the kitchen where he cooked for a dozen residents, and he didn't go to bed very late.

But I still underestimated the monk's patience.

He just froze for a moment, then resigned himself to his fate and started to clean up.

I'm a little disappointed, but I plan to keep trying.

Eight

The midday sun shines on me through the window, and I snore a little comfortably.

The monk sat cross-legged on the futon, writing with a pen in his hand, and a stack of scriptures that had been silently piled up neatly on the ground.

On the incense table, three wisps of green smoke curl up.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the midday silence.

The monk put down his pen and got up to open the door.

It was a caravan passing by and wanted to stay overnight in the temple.

Under the guidance of the monk, the caravan of twenty or so people moved the boxes of goods to the courtyard. When the boxes were placed on the ground, a large cloud of dust was stirred up.

The consul of the caravan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and panting, he said to the monk, "This thing is so heavy that it has pressed marks on the ground. I am really sorry, Master!"

The monk also stood aside, fanning the wind with his sleeves, "It's nothing, just push the soil and it will disappear."

After settling down, it was already late, and the monk went to the kitchen to cook.

Turning around in the kitchen, when the monk was worrying about having no rice to cook, the consul came in with big bags and small bags.

While putting things on the stove, the consul said: "Master, take a break, you have helped us move so many things, it's so tiring, let me cook this meal!"

The monk did not refuse, sat down on the low stool, and lit a fire, "Then there will be a benefactor!"

The consul opened the paper bag, washed rice and chopped vegetables skillfully, and kept his mouth open. Seeing the wall was black and white, he asked in amazement: "Master, how did this wall become like this? Let me see. Lala, yo, the powder is still falling, this smell seems to be flour! What? Is this place using flour to paste the walls?"

I heard a snicker.

The monk also laughed, but he laughed helplessly, "The spirits in the mountains are strange and lonely, and they are just playing tricks."

You are lonely, your whole family is lonely!

"You mean the wild monkeys in the mountains, right? This thing is a monster. It can even set fire to the house when it gets angry! Master, there is a buddy in my team who is a master at catching monkeys. He used to be a monkey tricker. Help you cure the monkey?"

Fart monkey, monkey can make the flour paste so evenly!I don't think so.

The monk's consciousness is also very high, "Forget it, let him go."

"Master, you monks are kind-hearted and soft-hearted. If this thing really goes with it..."

Before the consul could finish speaking, he heard someone shouting from the front.

"Brother! Where are you?"

"Brother! I brought you something!"

The person who came was the monk's younger brother, and every few days, he would send some rice, noodles, and vegetables, as well as some sundries such as monk's robes and clothes, to the monk.

The little brother piled up the things in the corner of the kitchen, and then said to the monk: "Brother, the abbot asked me to tell you to go back to the temple."

"What are you going to do back?"

"Don't do anything, I say I want you to go back and avoid robbery."

avoid robbery? !I'm a little unpredictable, what calamity can a monk have?

"Avoid calamity? What calamity is Master trying to avoid," the consul joked, "Haha, could it be Grandmaster's ascension catastrophe!"

The younger brother heard his words with sarcasm, and said indifferently: "Naturally, it is a great calamity of ascension. My senior brother has the destiny of Buddha for eight lifetimes, and only this life is short of becoming a Buddha!"

I don't know if a monk can become a Buddha or not. I only know that if the little brother continues to talk about it, the monk will be embarrassed.

The consul followed the caravan traveling all over the world, and he had heard all kinds of big talk. He was not afraid that others would make it big, but he was afraid that it would be boring, so he continued to make fun of it: "Little master, monks don't tell lies. Could it be that you say that the master To become a Buddha is to become a Buddha?"

The younger brother has a shallow way of thinking, and when he got the consul's way, he blushed and wanted to tell the difference, "Of course I didn't say it, my brother has eight relics, and he was born with this relic!" He also turned Head, said to the monk: "Brother, you show him your relic, let him see and see, see if he believes it or not!"

Of course his senior brother ignored him, raised his hand and gave him a brain crash, and ordered him to clean the guest room.

Forced by the senior brother's coercion, the little junior brother had no choice but to hold the bag on his head and go looking for a broom.

The monk stood up with one hand and said to the consul, "I made the benefactor laugh."

The consul laughed loudly: "Little master is young, innocent and cute!"

I didn't laugh along with it, because I seem to have seen the relic that my junior brother mentioned.

When I came here for a few days, I noticed a string of white beads hanging around the monk's neck. The monk never took it off when he bathed and slept. I also counted the number of beads, and it happened to be eight.

It's just that at the time I thought this bead was the legendary pearl.

Forgive me for being an ill-informed pig who has lived in the mountains since I was a child. I have only heard that pearls are very precious. Every year, the emperor of the world asks his subjects for big pearls. I see that monks are so precious. Without leaving the body, I felt that this should be the legendary pearl.

Is it possible that the monk is really going to become a Buddha?

Isn’t there a common saying that a person who attains enlightenment ascends to heaven? I don’t know if I can be honored by a monk.

I looked at the patched robes worn by the monks, and I couldn't help feeling a little bit regretful about what I had done in the past.

In the future, should I treat him better and let him feel my sincerity?