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

"The little monk is guilty of failing to persuade fellow comrades to return to the right shore, and now the sin is even more serious."

Looking at the young man nailed to the cliff, Liao Wang said slowly.

The young man felt a little familiar, and Wang Wang felt that his spirit was in a trance, something was wrong, but he couldn't tell for a while.

"Forget, in the past seven years, that demon girl has disappeared like a human being, and she can't be found no matter what. 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. His virginity must be his own.

"Abbot, you've already become obsessed, and your heart is filled with desires, and you can no longer see right from wrong."

Liao Wang shook his head, and said lightly, "I don't know when, the expression on his face is no longer rich.

"Hmph, a Buddhist scum, shameless and ignorant of flattery!"

The abbot was very irritable, and with a wave of his hand, several young novice monks violently carried him away, threw him into a dilapidated house in the temple, and tied him up with chains again.

When the monk left, the house was filled with dust, leaving Wang alone unable to move.

...

The screen turns again.

Another seven years.

In the dilapidated temple, a monk was bound by more than a dozen chains and knelt on the ground.

Today is the seventh year that Liao Wang has been imprisoned.

Here she is again.

"Little monk, it's time to eat."

The old lady put the bamboo basket on the ground, which was full of steamed buns. Forgotten liked the steamed buns the most because they were white.

"Donor, you are getting old."

Forgot to say, since she was imprisoned here, she came to deliver meals every year.

In the first year, he was full of youth and energy, exactly the same as when we first met.

In the second year, there were several crow's feet in the corners of the eyes, and gray hairs on the temples.

The third year……

...

The seventh year is already old and outrageous.

"It's just a skin, Monk, do you like looking at skins?"

asked the old lady.

"The little monk devotes all his heart to the Buddha, without emotion, and only looks at good and evil, not skin."

"That's it. I don't value the skin, I only follow the heart. Monk, you have suffered unfair treatment for me. I will rescue you. The cultivation base obtained in exchange for seventy years of life is enough to level the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."

The murderous intent flashed in the old lady's eyes.

"Almsgiver, people say that you are happy to think about eight or nine things. Whether you want to be happy or not is all in one thought. View the world with your heart, and it is the color of your heart. The benefactor thinks that the monk is being punished, but the monk does not think so. This is It is an opportunity for young monks to understand Buddhism with heart.”

"Wanfo Temple is an important place of Buddhism, the benefactor should leave as soon as possible."

Monk Liao Wang said.

"Monk, you are still so ruthless, with an elm head and a seventy-year lifespan, if I rehabilitate you, I say it is worth it, and it is worth it!"

The old lady turned and left, unlike before, she did not wait for the monk to finish eating the steamed buns to take the bamboo basket.

This is her last delivery.

"The little monk is about to become a Buddha."

"From now on, there will be no steamed buns."

Monk Liao Wang's eyes were clear and calm. Seven years after another, he has become a little different.

...

In front of the gate of Wanfo Temple, a figure flickered and stood in front of the gate.

It was snowing heavily today, and there were no pilgrims. It was a good day to kill people. Thinking so, the old lady took out a bamboo pole with the word "Forget" engraved on it.

Recently, she is getting older and older, her mind is a little confused, and she faintly forgets things. She has to remind herself all the time that there are still things to be done.

"Monk, you are too dull to fall to this point."

"In this temple, everyone eats meat, everyone drinks alcohol, and everyone is lustful. Why don't you eat wine and meat, and don't get close to women?"

"The ghost mother-in-law has taken away all my lifespan. I am too old, otherwise I would have seen you more."

On the plaque, the word Buddha was covered by wind and snow and disappeared.

Leaning on a bamboo pole, the old lady walked slowly into the Wanfo Temple.

"Old man, it's snowing heavily today, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple doesn't burn incense."

A monk saw the old lady coming in, and came over to chase her away roughly. They knew this old lady well, and these years, she always came to deliver food to that demon monk, which disgusted them very much.

As they got closer, the old lady smelled the fragrance of his body, which was the smell of meat. It seemed that she was delaying the other party's good deeds.

"It's okay. The old man came here not to burn incense."

"Why is that?"

"kill!"

After finishing speaking, a cold light flashed across, the monk's eyes widened, and he fell slowly to the ground.

Bloody flowers bloom, temple fryers.

"Who, in a pure place of Buddhism, dares to kill?"

Countless monks came from all directions, with ferocious and angry faces, staring at the old man in front of him. It was the first time he was provoked like this in so many years.

"Cleanly?"

The old lady sneered, "Eating meat and drinking, bullying men and women, this is considered a clean place, who gave you the confidence?"

"Who is your Excellency? If my Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has poor hospitality, I will make an apology first!"

Behind the crowd, the abbot spoke slowly.

The old lady frowned slightly. This old monk was full of quack spirits and completely sunk in desire. He was completely different from back then.

"The old lady of the Hehuan Sect, I heard that the master has been looking for the old one?"

The old lady said with a mockery in her eyes.

The abbot's expression changed drastically, and his expression instantly turned hideous, "It's you bastard, you've seen the ghost mother-in-law, right? It's very courageous to turn longevity into cultivation, but so what, now I don't covet your appearance anymore , I just want you to suffer the humiliation of your crotch!"

"When I catch you, I will let you taste what is called delicacy in the world!"

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still disgusting. Not only you, but your temple is full of beasts in human skin. How many women from good families died in your hands. This Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas 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 heart. Today, I will rectify you in front of the Buddha to wash away the wrongs you have suffered over the years!"

The killing intent in the old lady's eyes flashed with coldness.

The monk broke out into trouble, whistling with the long stick in his hand.

The old lady didn't show any ink marks, and she greeted her with a shake of the bamboo pole in her hand.

Under the instruction of the abbot, the surrounding monks formed a formation of eighteen bronze men, and surrounded the old lady. Obviously, the other party did not intend to fight the old lady head-on.

At this time, the abbot just wanted to catch the other party and make a good job of it. The rest of the monks also had the same idea. After so many years of training, they knew the abbot's temper very well, and even thought so in their own hearts.

They had already figured out how to torture the old lady on the bed.

They have long been fascinated by this former witch of the Demon Cult, even if this witch has turned into a haggard old lady, they don't intend to let it go.

Letting the other party cry coquettishly and Chenghuan on the bed can be regarded as fulfilling their dreams.

"Catch her for me!"