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Chapter 244: People reach middle age

Monk Liao Wang was branded a monster monk and was crucified on the mountain behind Wanfo Temple.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Pipa's bones were pierced by thick chains, and his hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

This is a high place, next to a cliff, and almost every pilgrim who comes to the West Desert Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple can see Wang's figure. This is the punishment given to him by Buddhism, and it is also the suggestion of many people on the right path.

They believed that Su Meier would definitely come to rescue Monk Wang, and by nailing Monk Wang to the cliff, he would be able to attract him over.

Moreover, the other party ruined their good deeds. Just killing people is not enough to eliminate the resentment in their hearts. They want to punish the monk and make the monk live in people's contempt for his whole life!

On the cliff, the abbot of Wanfo Temple came to Wangjin with several young novice monks.

"I forgot, do you know you were wrong?"

"The young monk is guilty. The young monk failed to persuade the world, so the world went further and further astray, committing serious sins."

I forgot to say.

"You had an affair with a demonic witch, and even let her run away in front of the heroes of the world. This is your crime!"

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

"Amitabha, the heroes of the world were temporarily blinded by desire. The young monk thought that we need to help them regain their original minds, so that the heroes can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong." Liu Wang said slowly.

"That's nonsense. How can you judge the world's heroes as they slay demons? I think you still understand your sins and should reflect on your mistakes here!"

Seeing Wang Wang's calm look, the abbot was filled with anger, threw down a few pieces of steamed buns and turned around to leave.

The young novice behind him also stared at Wang Wang fiercely, spat, turned and left.

I forgot to look at a few steamed buns rolling down on the ground, and silently chanted the Buddha's name in my heart.

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

From then on, the young novice monk never gave him any steamed buns. Fortunately, Wang still had skills in his body. Although he could not move, his survival was not a problem.

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 came and no Buddhist disciples came to visit.

Liao Wang has become a sinner who is gradually forgotten by people, and has become a source of jokes for people after dinner.

In these seven years, I have not moved even a step, only the unchanging scenery and the roaring sound in the valley are accompanied.

His mind became much quieter, his spiritual platform was empty, and he seemed to have understood a lot about Buddhism and reached a higher level.

West Desert, inside a teahouse.

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

"Mom, look, there's someone 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 sect's witch and is being punished!" the woman said.

"Why did he let the witch go?"

"Because he is not a good person, his heart is black, baby, you can't be 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.

"My dear, you are so good!"

The woman smiles.

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 cliff peak, Zhuowang opened his eyes and heard a sound, someone was coming.

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

What came was a middle-aged woman, in her forties or fifties, carrying a bamboo basket with wine and food in it.

"Donor, the young monk is a monk and does not eat meat or wine. The benefactor's kindness is appreciated by the young monk."

Zhu Wang said with a smile. He could feel that the woman in front of him had a 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 it?"

the woman asked.

"Everyone has his or her own choice, and Xiao Monk's choice is not to eat meat," Zhuowang said.

"Just like that day when you chose to send me away and leave me alone to bear the burden?" the woman continued to ask.

I forgot who the other party was. After seven years of not seeing each other, Su Meier's appearance changed drastically. This speed of aging was too fast, abnormally fast.

"The young monk has indeed committed sins and needs to think about them here."

"Did the donor find the ghost mother-in-law?"

I forgot to look at the woman in front of me and frowned slightly.

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

Su Meier nodded slowly.

"How many years of longevity did the donor sell to the ghost mother-in-law?"

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

"Donor, there is no need for this. The young monk has sincerely thought about this. Even if the donor cuts off the chain for the young monk, the young monk will not leave."

I forgot to say.

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

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

He forgot to chew. He hadn't eaten for a long time and felt that the steamed buns were quite fragrant.

There was an eerie silence on the top of the mountain. Only one monk was devouring the food, and the woman took the trouble to place one steamed bun after another in front of his mouth.

Less than half an hour later, the food in the basket was swept away.

"Thank you so much for your kindness. This is the most filling meal the young monk has had in seven years."

Su Mei'er was speechless, she put away her dishes and turned to leave.

"Monk, I'll come back tomorrow."

I forgot to watch the woman's leaving figure and remained silent for a long time.

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

The disciples of Wanfo Temple were wary from the beginning, but gradually became accustomed to it. The reason was simply that the woman told them that if they didn't eat anything, the man above him would starve to death.

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

The middle-aged woman has an aging face and an ordinary appearance. She bears no resemblance to the beauty Su Meier who was a charmer back then. There really is nothing special about her. Over time, the monks only regarded her as a kind-hearted pilgrim.

Let her go.

Besides, having someone deliver food saved them a lot of trouble. If the demon monk above died, it would really be difficult for them.

half year later.

Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple has undergone new changes.

On this day, a person was brought up again from the top of the mountain, still led by the abbot.

This was a young man, covered in blood and in a coma, but his brows were full of heroism, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Tie this man up!"

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

I forgot to understand that this person had the same experience as me and offended the righteous people.

The abbot turned around and asked kindly: "I forgot, it has been seven years, do you know your sin?"


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