Chapter 415 Suffering

The voice was hoarse and powerful. It came from the vines. It fell into the ears of the monks in the temple.

There are about thirty or forty monks in the monastery. Some of them are in their sixties or seventies, seven or eight are thirty-four years old, and some are in their teens and twenties. Among them, there are two youngest, but About ten years old.

These monks are all in tattered clothes, their faces are ashen, and some are so thin that their ribs are almost visible. There are scars all over their bodies, both young and old. The scars seem to have been beaten out by rattan, one after another, new ones. Wounds cover old wounds...

At this moment, the thirty or forty-year-old monk who was entangled in the rattan and beaten in the air couldn't hold back after a few screams and fainted, while the other monks below folded their hands and said Jing, when he was young, his body trembled uncontrollably, and when he was old, he sat quietly with his eyes closed.

Among them, an old monk in his 60s and 70s looked at a disciple who was stunned by the rattan, but he could only whisper: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

They are powerless and unable to save each other, and they have no other choice but to recite the scriptures over and over again. In their hearts, they still believe that the Buddha will rescue them, and now they are suffering, it is not that the Buddha will not save them, it is just that the time has not come.

"Old monk, why don't you speak up? Do you feel hopeless that there is no way to ask for help? Hahahahaha!"

"Amitabha, everything in the world has a certain number." The old monk said slowly, his voice was a little weak, obviously his body was weakened by torture.

"Humph! You've been trapped here for three years. The Buddha you believe in has ignored you for three years. Seeing you being tortured, you still believe that someone will come to rescue you? It's ridiculous!"

As soon as the voice fell, the rattan slammed into the old monk below and threw him out.

"puff!"

The old monk rolled to the ground a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood, wanted to sit up, but fell down on the last breath.

"master!"

"master!"

"Monster! You want to kill or slash at us! Don't embarrass my master!" a teenage boy shouted angrily and helped the old monk to sit up.

"Master, woo... Master..." The two younger monks knelt down beside the old monk, tears streaming down their cheeks.

The other monks came forward and guarded the old monk in the middle: "Monster! You have done a lot of evil, I can't wait for you, and someone will definitely accept you!"

"Hahahaha! Accept me? Who can accept me? Who dares to accept me? I am the king of this mountain, even poisonous snakes and beasts dare not approach here, who would dare to come here? Your Buddha? You believe in The Buddha? Hahahahaha!"

The hoarse and arrogant voice contained a powerful force, and it reverberated in the air, causing the monks in the temple to have a splitting headache, and they couldn't bear the blood spilling out of their mouths. The vines danced like tens of thousands of claws, and the movement of the vines wrapped tightly around the temple, which could still see the sky, and did not reveal the slightest light.

At the same time, not far from here, Tangning, who was hiding behind a tree, couldn't hide a look of surprise on her face...