Chapter 415: Sufferer

The voice was hoarse and full of strength. It came from the vine, and fell in the ears of the monk in the temple. The voice was like a demon's rampant cry, arrogant and unkind.
There are about thirty or forty monks in the monastery. Some are in their 60s and 70s, seven or eight are thirty-four years old, and some are in their teens or 20s. Among them, there are two youngest. Around ten years old.
The clothes of these monks were tattered, their faces were earth-colored, and some of them were so thin that their ribs were almost visible. On their bodies, both young and old were covered with scars, one after another like being beaten out by a cane, one by one, new The wound is covered with old wounds...
At this moment, the thirty or forty-year-old monk who was entangled in the cane, grabbed and beaten up in the air, after a few screams, he couldn't hold on and fainted, while the other monks below chanted with their hands together. Jing, the younger, the body can not stop shaking, the older, sitting still with closed eyes.
Among them, a 60-70-year-old monk looked at the disciple who was fainted by the cane, but he could only whisper: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."
They are powerless and unable to save each other. They have no other choice but to read the scriptures over and over again. In their hearts, they still believe that the Buddha will definitely save them, and now they are suffering, it is not that the Buddha is not saving, but the time has not yet come.
"Old monk, why don't you speak up? Do you feel desperate for helplessness? Hahahahaha!"
"Amitabha, everything in the world has a definite number." The old monk said slowly, his voice showing a bit of weakness, obviously his body was already weakened by torture.
"Hmph! You have been trapped here for three years. The Buddha you believe in has been indifferent to you for three years. Seeing your torment, you still believe that someone will save you? It's ridiculous!"
As soon as the sound fell, the cane shook, and the old monk below with a slam slammed him out.
"puff!"
The old monk fell to the ground and rolled a few times, spouting a mouthful of blood, and wanted to sit up, but fell dying.
"master!"
"master!"
"Monster! You have to kill and rush at us! Don't embarrass my master!" A teenager yelled and helped the old monk to sit up.
"Master, woo...Master..." The two younger monks knelt beside the old monk, tears flowing.
The other monks approached and guarded the old monk in the middle: "Monster! You have done a lot of evil. I can't wait to accept you, and someone will certainly accept you!"
"Hahahahaha! Accept me? Who can accept me? Who dares accept me? I am the king of this mountain, even the snakes and beasts dare not approach here. Who dares to come here? Are your Buddhas? Do you believe in The Buddha? Hahahahaha!"
The hoarse and arrogant voice came out with powerful force, echoing in the air, shaking the monks in the temple with headaches, and even unable to bear the blood overflowing from their mouths. For a while, the vines in the entire temple The vines were dancing like ten thousand claws, and the movement of the vines entangled tightly, and even the entire temple that could still see the sky was entangled so tightly that no light was revealed.
At the same time, not far from here, Tangning hiding behind the tree could not hide the look of surprise and astonishment...