My grandfather is a pig slayer. He killed pigs all his life, but was eventually killed by a pig.

No one believes this kind of thing when told, it is like a random myth, incredible fantasy.

But I dare to swear to God that everything I said is true.

The villagers said that everything has spirits. Grandpa killed too many animals and damaged his fortune and longevity, and suffered retribution, so this kind of disaster occurred.

I don’t know what karma is, but I know that my grandfather’s death is related to his destruction of the rules of the pig-killing craftsman.

As the saying goes: Three hundred and sixty professions will lead to the top scholars in every profession.

In our family, there is another half of this sentence, which is "Three hundred and sixty things, and every thing has rules."

In grandfather's words: Although rules are dead, they are the requirements in the industry and are the constraints passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors.

Whether you believe it or not, whether you abide by it or not, the rules are placed there. It is like a pair of eyes in the dark, always observing what the practitioners do.

There is a way of saying that there are gods who can guarantee that these seemingly messy rules are really unfathomable?

My grandfather was 16 years old and learned his skills. He kowtowed his master and gave him tea.

Until his death, for sixty years, there were no 10,000 pigs in his hands, and all of them were killed with one knife and neatly.

The last time my grandfather killed a pig was at the end of this year.

It's about the first ten days before the New Year.

I clearly remember that it was snowing that day, and the goose feathers were falling heavily, as if we were welcoming the arrival of the New Year.

The one who came to ask grandpa to kill pigs was Xue Laowu from the next village.

This guy is about the same age as my father, forty-five or six years old. He is wearing a thick cotton jacket with a navy blue and a small sheepskin hat. As soon as he enters the yard, he grins and shouts: "Uncle Mu Sheng, please come and go."

At that time, I was cooking fire with my grandfather in the main hall. When I saw a guest coming to the door, my grandfather immediately put on his cotton shoes and stood up to greet him, and signaled me to make a cup of hot tea.

After entering the door, Xue Laowu put down the two bottles of inferior white wine in his hand, patted the snowflakes on his body and smiled: "I haven't been fed for three days, and the beast is so hungry that he almost chewed the pigpen through."

Grandpa took out a wooden box containing a pig-killing knife from the cabinet and replied casually: "The longer you are hungry, the cleaner the stomach and intestines, the more convenient it will be to deal with it. By the way, has the hot water been boiled?"

Xue Laowu nodded and said, "It was burned early in the morning, and I'm waiting for you to go over and take blood."

As he said that, he took my newly brewed hot tea and said with a smile: "This is Xiao Ningzi, it's so big in a blink of an eye."

"I'll take the college entrance exam next year." Grandpa sat on the stool with a wooden box and said, "My Xiao Ningzi loves to eat pork head meat. I'll tell you that after killing the pig, I have to take the pig head away."

Xue Laowu said cheerfully: "Add twenty kilograms of meat, and pigs into the water, what do you like to take? It's cold and cold, so how can you pick up a pig's head and go home?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "That's it, I'll drive the pork head meat tomorrow and call you to drink."

After a polite greeting, when Xue Laowu finished drinking the hot tea, the two of them were about to leave one after another.

I was so bored at home that I begged my grandfather to watch the fun.

"Wear a hat and a jacket. If you have poor physical condition, don't catch a cold." Grandpa said caringly.

Without saying a word, I changed into a down jacket, talked to my dad, and followed my grandfather to Taihua Village where Xue Laowu lived.

Taihua Village is next to our village, more than two miles away. I helped my grandfather carry a wooden box with a pig-killing knife, and it arrived in about fifteen minutes.

Xue Laowu's family is busy slaughtering pigs.

The washing machine for washing the tank, the boiling water for boiling water, and the brushing board for brushing the chopping board are full of New Year atmosphere.

When he saw his grandfather coming, the acquaintances greeted each other, and Xue Laowu led his grandfather to the pigpen.

"Uncle Mu Sheng, I have already helped you with the incense. It turns into ashes and is safe." Xue Laowu pointed to the crack of the brick in front of the pigpen and said, "Look, the incense ash is still there."

Grandpa looked down and said solemnly: "What you ordered doesn't count. I have to ask Shenxiang."

Xue Laowu was a little embarrassed, but he also knew the rules of grandpa killing pigs, so he quickly replied: "Okay, I'll get you the incense again."

"Don't bother, I have it in my box." Grandpa took the wooden box from my hand, opened it, took out three yellow fragrances and lit it, and inserted it into the soft soil in front of him, muttering the words: "All sentient beings suffer, and now they suffer this sin, and give their spirits with incense..."

Two minutes later, grandpa stood up and said to me, "Ningzi, look at Huang Xiang, if Xiang Mie is halfway through, you must tell me."

After saying that, grandpa opened the pigpen door and walked in, and began a routine inspection before slaughtering pigs.

In the eyes of ignorant outsiders, grandpa’s actions seemed a bit ridiculous.

Isn’t it just a beheaded pig? Why is it just like a veterinarian treating a doctor?

But only I know that my grandfather did this because of the rules of the pig-killer cadet, the so-called six taboos of pig-killing.

What are the six taboos of pig killing?

The first taboo is to kill the spirit official pig.

It is said that the Spirit Official Pig is the reincarnation of the clone of the gods in the sky, and is from descending to the earth to overcome the tribulation. It can only die of old age and cannot be killed by others. Otherwise, its soul will turn into evil spirits to take revenge on the pig killer, causing the family to be destroyed.

The method to identify the spiritual official pig is also very simple, which is the Incense of Sangshen that grandfather just lit.

If you ask the divine incense, it means that the pig soul has a god and is not worshipped by incense.

To be clear, you are going to kill me, and I will still be intoxicated by you?

The second taboo is to kill pigs, and it is to kill five-fingered pigs.

An ordinary pig has four toes, while a five-fingered pig has five toes like a human.

It is said that this kind of pig was reincarnated by humans and has memories of the past life.

If you kill it, you will be entangled with unjust souls.

The third taboo is to kill pigs, and it is to kill white-headed pigs.

The white-headed pig is also called a mourning pig, which refers to a pig with large white hair on its head, which seems to be a human being wearing mourning clothes.

There are rumors that if a pig slayer kills a white-headed pig, there will be a funeral at home.

The fourth taboo is to kill pigs, and to kill Buddha pigs.

Worshiping Buddha does not mean that pigs go to the temple to pray to gods and worship Buddhas.

Instead, it means that the pig's hind legs will stand side by side and bow on the front legs, just like worshiping Buddha.

It is said that this kind of pig has already activated its intelligence, and killing it will bring bad luck to the pig-killer.

The fifth taboo is to kill pigs, and it is to kill pigs without tails.

A tailless pig is a pig without a long tail.

The pig-killer believes that there is no tail and no descendant. Killing such a pig will lead to his own death and his descendants without blood.

The sixth taboo for killing pigs is to kill pigs.

In the eyes of pig killers, those who devote themselves to pig fetus are those who have done all the bad things in their previous life and were punished by God. Such people themselves are angry about being reincarnated as pigs. If they are killed before they are born, their fetal spirit will become fetal evil, and they will be entangled with pig killers for the rest of their lives to repay the pain of reincarnation.

When I was a child, what I heard my grandfather talked about the most was the rules of the pig slayer, so I almost memorized the six taboos of pig slaughtering.

I was guarding the place where I asked Shenxiang, and my grandfather also completed the inspection soon.

Xue Laowu asked in a low voice: "Uncle, can you call someone to come and tie the pigs?"

Grandpa walked out of the pigpen, not knowing whether it was loose on the ground or his old legs and feet were weak, so he staggered and rushed out, destroying all the three burning yellow fragrances.
Chapter completed!