"The young monk is guilty. He failed to persuade all his colleagues to turn back and make the right decision. Now his sins have become even more serious."
Liao Wang looked at the young man who was nailed to the cliff and said slowly.
The young man felt a little familiar, and he felt that he was in a trance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell it at the moment.
"I forgot, in the past seven years, the demon girl has disappeared from the world and cannot be found. If you can lure her here, you can make up for it."
The abbot said slowly.
Over the years, he has also enjoyed many women, but the appearance of Su Meier has always haunted him. He must get her. As the saying goes, the first to get the moon is the one closest to the water. As long as Wang Wang is willing to help, the enchantress Her virginity must be hers.
"Abbott, you have become obsessed with the situation, your heart is filled with desire, and you can no longer see right from wrong."
Liao Wang shook his head and said lightly. I don't know since when, the expression on his face was no longer rich.
"Hmph, you are a Buddhist scum, shameless and ignorant of praise!"
The abbot was very irritable. With a wave of his hand, several young monks roughly carried him away, threw him into a dilapidated house in the temple, and tied him up with chains again.
The monk left and the dust flew up in the house, leaving Wang alone unable to move.
…
The screen turns again.
Another seven years.
In the ruined temple, a monk was kneeling on the ground, bound by dozens of chains.
Today is the seventh year that Liao Wang has been imprisoned.
Here she comes again.
"Little monk, it's time to eat."
The old lady placed the bamboo basket on the ground, which was full of steamed buns. Zhu Wang liked steamed buns the most because they were white.
"Donor, you are getting old."
Liao Wang said that since being imprisoned here, she has come every year to deliver meals.
First year: Youthful and full of energy, just like when we first met.
The second year: There are a few more crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, and gray hairs appear on the temples.
The third year:……
…
Seventh year: Already too old to be ridiculous.
"It's just a skin. Monk, do you like looking at the skin?"
the old lady asked.
"The young monk is devoted to the Buddha and has no emotion. He only looks at good and evil, not skin."
"That's it. I don't care about skin. I only follow my heart. Monk, you suffered unfair treatment for me, and I will rescue you. The cultivation gained in seventy years of life is enough to destroy this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."
The murderous intent flashed in the old lady's eyes.
"Donor, people say that you are happy to think about eight or nine things. Whether it is what you want or not is all in one thought. When you look at the world with your heart, it is the color of your heart. The donor thinks that the young monk is being punished, but the young monk does not think so. This is An opportunity for the young monk to understand Buddhism with his heart.”
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is an important place for Buddhism. It's better for the donor to leave as soon as possible."
The forgotten monk said.
"Monk, you are still so ruthless. With an elm head and a life span of seventy years, it is worth it to vindicate you!"
The old lady turned and left. Unlike before, she did not wait for the monk to finish the steamed buns and take away the bamboo basket.
This is the last time she delivers food.
"The young monk is going to become a Buddha."
"From now on, there will be no more steamed buns."
The forgetful monk's eyes were clear and calm. Seven years after seven years, he became a little different.
…
In front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, a figure flashed and stood in front of the door.
It snows heavily today and there are no pilgrims. It is a good weather for killing people. The old lady thought so and took out a bamboo pole with the word "forgot" engraved on it.
She's getting older and older recently, her mind is a little confused, and she can't remember things vaguely. She has to always remind herself that there are still things that have not been completed.
"Monk, you are just too stupid to end up like this."
"In this temple, everyone eats meat, drinks alcohol, and is lustful. Why don't you eat alcohol, meat, or have sex with women?"
"The old lady has taken away all my longevity. I am too old, otherwise I could see you more."
On the plaque, the word "Buddha" was covered by wind and snow and disappeared.
Holding a bamboo pole, the old lady walked slowly into the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
"Old man, it's snowing heavily today, so the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple won't burn incense."
When a monk saw the old lady coming in, he came over and chased her away roughly. The old lady was familiar to them. In recent years, she always came to deliver food to the demonic monk, which made them very disgusted.
As he got closer, the old lady could smell the fragrance on his body, which was the fragrance of meat. It seemed that he was delaying the other person's good deeds.
"It's okay. I'm not here to burn incense."
"Why is that?"
"kill!"
After saying that, a cold light flashed across, the monk's eyes widened, and he slowly fell to the ground.
Blood-colored flowers bloomed and temples exploded.
"Who dares to kill a living being in the pure land of Buddhism?"
Countless monks came from all directions, with ferocious and angry faces, staring at the old man in front of them. This was the first time in so many years that they had been provoked like this.
"Pure place?"
The old lady sneered: "Eat meat, drink alcohol, bully men and dominate women. This is considered a pure place. Who gave you the confidence?"
"Who is your Excellency? If our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has not treated you well, I will apologize first!"
Behind the crowd, the abbot spoke slowly.
The old lady frowned slightly. This old monk was full of charlatanism and was completely lost in desire. He was completely different from before.
"Lao Shen, the saint of Hehuan Sect, I heard that the master has been looking for Lao Shen?"
The old lady said with a flash of mockery in her eyes.
The abbot's expression changed drastically, and his expression instantly turned ferocious: "It's you bitch, you have seen the ghost mother-in-law, right? It's very courageous to transform Shou Yuan into cultivation, but so what, now I don't covet your appearance anymore I just want you to be humiliated by my crotch!"
"When I catch you, I will definitely let you taste the delicacies of the world!"
"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still disgusting. Not only you, but your temple is full of beasts in human skins. How many good women have been buried in your hands. This Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has long been stained red with blood!"
"The only true monk in the temple has been locked up by you. There is no Buddha in your hearts. Today, I will rectify the Dharma for you in front of the Buddha to wash away the injustices you have suffered over the years!"
The old lady's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
The monk burst into revolt, the long stick in his hand making a whirring sound.
The old lady didn't do any ink, so she shook her bamboo pole and came forward.
Under the instruction of the abbot, the surrounding monks formed a formation of eighteen bronze men and surrounded the old lady. It was obvious that the other party had no intention of fighting the old lady head-on.
At this time, the abbot just wanted to catch the other party and make a good deal of it. The other monks also had the same idea. After so many years of training, they knew the abbot's temper very well, and even thought the same in their own hearts.
They had already figured out how to torture this old lady in bed.
They have been fascinated by this former demon sect witch for a long time, and even if she turns into a haggard old lady, they are not going to let her go.
Letting the other person cry out in joy on the bed can be regarded as fulfilling their dream.
"Catch her!"
