My grandfather kept a cage of monkeys and sold monkey skins. One day, an old monk passed by for alms, and my grandma was feeding the monkeys, so I gave him a bowl of rice. The old monk was holding the rice bowl, but his eyes were staring at the monkey cage, his brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly shouted loudly to my grandfather, "Brother, there's something wrong with you monkey, you need to kill it immediately! Many families in Huangnigang Village in 801 raise monkeys, but no one raises them better than my grandfather. The monkeys in his cage have shiny hair, are fat and strong, but they are well-behaved and honest, even more obedient than old dogs."
