That night, the old hunter sat by the grave all night. He beat his chest guiltily on the grass, and the scene of the goat kneeling down and cutting open the belly of the Tibetan antelope himself echoed in the old hunter's mind over and over again.

At ordinary times, hunters have never had any pity for any animals. His heart is as hard as a stone, as sharp as a nail, and he has no feeling of pity or sympathy at all. But this time, the old hunter's heart trembled, and a sense of guilt weighed on his heart like a big stone. A string of tears gushed from his eyes, and his old heart seemed to stop beating, and his heart could not be calm for a long time. "What can I do for the Tibetan antelope? I killed a Tibetan antelope and must protect countless Tibetan antelopes from sin. "

An idea came to the old hunter's mind, "Why don't I build a Tibetan antelope reserve on the mountain?" The idea gradually occupied the whole mind of the old hunter.

So the next day, the old hunter took out his axe and made a sign that said, "It is forbidden to kill Tibetan antelope here-the old hunter Tibetan antelope reserve."

Since then, Tibetan antelopes have thrived in the reserve and been taken care of by old hunters when they encounter difficulties. The old hunter lived happily like a Tibetan antelope.