Because I'm Afraid Of Pain, I Put All My Defenses On

Monk Liao Wang was branded as a demon monk and crucified to death on the back mountain of Wanfo Temple.

Half kneeling on the ground, the lute bone was pierced by thick chains, and the hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

This is a high place, next to the cliff, almost every pilgrim who comes to Ximo Wanfo Temple can see Wang Wang's figure, this is the Buddhist punishment for him, and it is also the suggestion of many righteous people.

They thought that Su Meier would definitely come to rescue Monk Wang, nail him to death on the cliff, and definitely be able to attract him.

And the other side ruined their good deeds, just killing people is not enough to eliminate the resentment in their hearts, they want to punish their hearts, and let this monk live in people's spurn for the rest of his life!

On the cliff, the abbot of Wanfo Temple came to Wang Jin with a few young monks.

"Forget, do you know your mistake?"

"The little monk is guilty. The little monk failed to persuade the world, so that the world went further and further, committing serious crimes."

Forgot to say.

"You cheated on the demon girl, and even let her go in front of the heroes of the world. This is your crime!"

A flash of anger flashed across the abbot's face. In the original plan, he also had a share in enjoying Su Meier.

"Amitabha, the heroes of the world were blinded by desire for a while, and I thought that we need to help them regain their original hearts, so that the heroes can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong." Liao Wang said slowly.

"It's nonsense, you can judge the heroes of the world who subdue demons and eliminate demons at will. I think you still understand your sins, so reflect on this place and think about your mistakes!"

Seeing Liao Wang's calm appearance, the abbot was furious, threw down a few pieces of steamed buns, turned and left.

The little monk behind him also stared at Wang Wang viciously, spat, turned and left.

Liao Wang looked at the few steamed buns rolling down on the ground, and silently recited the Buddha's name in his heart.

His body is locked up, and he cannot eat steamed buns. The food will be wasted.

Afterwards, the little novice never sent steamed buns again. Fortunately, Liao Wang still had internal skills. Although he couldn't move, he still had no problem surviving.

The screen rotates, and in a blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

This mountain peak gradually became a forbidden area. For seven years, no pilgrims or Buddhist disciples came to visit.

Forgetfulness has become a sinner who is gradually forgotten by people, and has become the subject of people's jokes after dinner.

In the past seven years, Liao Wang has never moved half a step, only the unchanging scenery is accompanied by the whistling sound in the valley.

His mind was much quieter, the spiritual platform was clear, and he seemed to have comprehended a lot about Buddhism and touched a higher level.

West Desert, inside a teahouse.

A middle-aged woman was holding a bamboo basket, leaning against the window, chewing slowly. This position happened to be able to see the figure on the mountain peak.

"Mom, look quickly, there is someone over there!"

The little boy on the side pointed at the figure on the top of the mountain and shouted, very excited.

"Honey, don't look at that man, that's a demon monk, he let go of the demon girl, and he is being punished!" said the woman.

"Why did he let the demon girl go?"

"Because he is not a good person, his heart is black, baby, you can't become like him in the future!"

"Don't worry mom, I will never become like that, I will be a hero in the future!"

The boy held up a pair of chopsticks and said excitedly.

"Baby is so cute!"

The woman smiled.

The middle-aged woman sighed, drank the tea cup in her hand, picked up the bamboo basket, and walked towards the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

On the peak of the cliff, Wang Wang opened his eyes, he heard a sound, someone was coming. This is the first time in seven years that someone has come over.

It was a middle-aged woman who looked about forty or fifty years old, holding a bamboo basket with wine and vegetables in her hand.

"Almsgiver, this little monk is a monk and doesn't eat alcohol or meat. This little monk appreciates the kindness of the almsgiver."

Liao Wang said with a smile, he could feel that the woman in front of him had a very pure heart, but the way she looked at him was a little weird.

"Monk, in this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, everyone drinks alcohol and eats meat, why can't you eat?"

the woman asked.

"Everyone has their own choice, and the monk's choice is not to eat meat." Wang Wang said.

"Just like you chose to send me away that day, and you left to bear it alone?" the woman continued to ask.

Forgot to know who the other party is. After seven years of not seeing each other, Su Meier's appearance has changed drastically. This aging speed is too fast, it is abnormally fast.

"Young monk does have sins that need to be repented here."

"The benefactor has looked for the ghost mother-in-law?"

Liu Wang looked at the woman in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Yes, as you said, this is my choice. As I said, I will rescue you."

Su Meier nodded slowly.

"How many years of lifespan did the benefactor sell to the ghost mother-in-law?"

"Thirty years, but it's not enough." Su Meier said.

"Benefactor, there is no need to do this. This little monk has thought about it sincerely here. Even if the benefactor cuts off the chain for the little monk, the little monk will not leave."

Forgot to say.

"This is your business, and I just want to save you!"

Su Meier said lightly, and put the steamed bun into Wang's mouth.

Forgetting to chew, he hasn't eaten for a long time, and he feels that the steamed buns are quite fragrant.

The top of the mountain fell into an eerie silence, only one monk was gobbling it up, and the woman tirelessly put steamed buns one after another into his mouth.

Half an hour later, the food in the basket was wiped out.

"Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor. This is the most satisfying meal I have eaten in seven years."

Su Meier was speechless, put away the bowls and chopsticks, turned and left.

"Monk, I'll come back tomorrow."

Wang Wang looked at the back of the woman leaving, and remained silent for a long time.

From this day on, on the cliff, Wang Wang is no longer alone, every day at noon, a middle-aged woman will come to deliver food, rain or shine.

The disciples of Wanfo Temple gradually became accustomed to being on guard from the beginning, and there was no other reason. The woman told them that if they didn't eat, the man above would starve to death.

Heaven has the virtue of good life, and in Buddhism, there can be no starving ghosts.

The middle-aged woman's face is aging, her appearance is ordinary, she has no resemblance to the beauty Su Meier who charmed all living beings back then, and there is really nothing special about it. After a long time, the monks only regard her as a kind-hearted pilgrim, Let her go.

What's more, it saved them a lot of trouble if someone delivered the food. If the demon monk above died, it would be difficult for them to deal with.

half year later.

There are new changes in Wanfo Temple.

On this day, another person was brought up on the top of the mountain, still led by the abbot.

This is a young man, covered in blood, in a coma, but his eyebrows are full of heroism, obviously not an ordinary person.

"Tie this person up!"

Wang Wang's chains were removed, pierced into the person's body, locked, tied up, and nailed to the cliff, replacing Wang Wang's previous position.

Don't forget to understand that this person had the same experience as himself and offended righteous people.

The abbot turned around, and asked kindly, "Forget it, it's been seven years, have you been convicted?"