I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

Monk Liaowang was labeled as a demon monk and nailed to death on the back mountain of Wanfo Temple.

Half-kneeling on the ground, his scapula was pierced by a thick chain, his hands and feet were bound and unable to move.

This is a high place, next to the cliff, almost every pilgrim who comes to the Wanfo Temple in Ximo can see the figure of Liaowang. This is the punishment of Buddhism to him, and it is also the suggestion of many people in the right way.

They believe that Su Meier will definitely come to rescue Monk Liaowang, and nailing Liaowang to death on the cliff will definitely attract the other party.

Moreover, the other party ruined their good deeds, and just killing is far from enough to eliminate the resentment in their hearts. They want to kill the heart and let this monk live in people's scorn for the rest of his life!

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

"Liaowang, do you know your fault?"

"I am guilty. I failed to persuade the world, so that the world went further and further away, and committed serious sins."

Liaowang said.

"You had an affair with a demon woman, and you let her go in front of the heroes of the world. This is your sin!"

The abbot's face flashed with anger. In the original plan, he also had a share of Su Mei'er.

"Amitabha, the heroes of the world were temporarily blinded by desire. I think we need to help them regain their original intentions, so that the heroes can distinguish between good and evil." Liao Wang said slowly.

"Nonsense, how can you judge the heroes of the world who fight demons and eliminate monsters at will? I think you have not yet understood your sins, so reflect on yourself here and think about your mistakes!"

Looking at Liao Wang's calm appearance, the abbot was furious, threw down a few steamed buns and turned away.

The little monk behind him also stared at Liao Wang fiercely, spat, and turned away.

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

His body was locked up, and he couldn't eat the steamed buns. These food would be wasted.

After that, the little monk never sent steamed buns again. Fortunately, Lewang still had some power in his body. Although he couldn't move, he could survive.

The scene rotated, and in a blink of an eye, seven years had passed.

The mountain gradually became a forbidden area. In the past seven years, no pilgrims came, and no Buddhist disciples came to visit.

Lewang became a sinner who was gradually forgotten, and became a topic of jokes after dinner.

During these seven years, Lewang never moved a step, and only the unchanging scenery and the whistling sound in the valley accompanied him.

His mind was much quieter, his mind was clear, and he seemed to have understood a lot of Buddhism and reached a higher level.

In a teahouse in the Western Desert.

A middle-aged woman carried a bamboo basket and leaned against the window, chewing slowly. From this position, she could just see the figure on the mountain.

"Mom, look, there's a person over there!"

The little boy pointed at the figure on the top of the mountain and shouted excitedly.

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

"Why did he let the demon girl go?"

"Because he's 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 want to be a hero in the future!"

The boy said excitedly, holding a pair of chopsticks.

"Baby, you're so good!"

The woman smiled.

The middle-aged woman sighed, drank the teacup in her hand, picked up the bamboo basket, and walked towards the Wanfo Temple.

On the cliff peak, Liao Wang opened his eyes, he heard a sound, someone was coming.

This is the first time someone has come in seven years.

The one who came was a middle-aged woman, who looked to be in her forties or fifties, holding a bamboo basket with wine and food in it.

"Donor, I am a monk and do not eat meat and wine. I appreciate your kindness."

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

"Monk, everyone in Wanfo Temple drinks and eats meat, why can't you eat it?"

The woman asked.

"Everyone has their own choice. My choice is not to eat meat." Liao Wang said.

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

Liao Wang knew who the other party was. After seven years of not seeing each other, Su Mei'er's appearance had changed a lot. This speed of aging was too fast, abnormally fast.

"I do have sins that need to be reflected on here."

"Donor, have you found the ghost woman?"

Liao Wang looked at the woman in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Yes, as you said, this is my choice. I said I would save you."

Su Meier nodded slowly.

"How many years have you been sold to the ghost lady?"Life span?"

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

"Donor, there's no need to do this. I'm sincerely thinking about my mistakes here. Even if you cut off the chains for me, I won't leave."

Liao Wang said.

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

Su Mei'er said lightly, and put the steamed bun into Liao Wang's mouth.

Liao Wang chewed. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and he felt that the steamed bun was very fragrant.

The top of the mountain fell into a strange silence. Only one monk was wolfing down. The woman took the trouble to put one steamed bun after another in front of his mouth.

After half an hour, the food in the basket was swept away.

"Thank you for your kindness, this is the most satisfying meal I've had in seven years."

Su Mei'er was speechless. She put away the bowl and chopsticks and turned away.

"Monk, I'll come again tomorrow. "

Liao Wang watched the woman's back as she left, and remained silent for a long time.

From that day on, Liao Wang was no longer alone on the cliff. Every noon, a middle-aged woman would come to deliver food, rain or shine.

The disciples of Wanfo Temple gradually became accustomed to it from their initial vigilance. The reason was that the woman told them that if they didn't eat, the man above would starve to death.

God is kind and merciful, and there can't be starving ghosts in Buddhism.

The middle-aged woman had an aging face and ordinary looks, and was no different from the charming beauty Su Meir that day. There was no resemblance, and there was really nothing strange about it. After a long time, the monks just thought she was a kind-hearted pilgrim and let her go.

Besides, having someone to deliver food saved them a lot of trouble. If the evil monk up there died, it would be difficult for them to deal with it.

Half a year later.

There were new changes in Wanfo Temple.

On this day, another person was brought up from the top of the mountain, and the abbot was still leading the team.

This was a young man, covered in blood and in a coma, but he was full of heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Tie this person up!"

Liaowang's chain was taken off, pierced into the man's body, locked, tied up, and nailed to the cliff, replacing Liaowang's previous position.

Liaowang understood that this person had the same experience as himself and offended the righteous people.

The abbot turned around and asked kindly: "Liaowang, it's been seven years, do you know your sin?"