The hoarse and powerful voice came from the vine and fell to the ears of the monks in the temple, and the voice was like the rampant cry of a demon, arrogant and ill-intentioned.

There are about thirty or forty monks in the monastery, some of them are sixty or seventy years old, some are seventy or eight thirty-four years old, and some are about ten or twenty years old, and among them, there are two youngest, but they are only about ten years old.

These monks were all in tattered clothes, their faces were like earth, some were so thin that their ribs were almost visible, and their bodies were covered with scars, one after another, as if they had been whipped out of rattan, one on top of the other, and the new wounds covered the old ones......

At this time, the thirty or forty-year-old monk who was wrapped around the rattan and grabbed it in the air and whipped it in the air fainted after a few screams, while the other monks below were chanting the sutra with their hands folded, the younger ones were shaking uncontrollably, and the older ones were sitting quietly with their eyes closed.

Among them, an old monk in his sixties and seventies looked at a disciple who was stunned by the rattan, but he could only murmur softly: "Amitabha, Amitabha......"

They are powerless to save each other, and they cannot save each other, and there is no other way for them to do anything but recite the sutra over and over again. In their hearts, they still believe that the Buddha will save them, and now that they are suffering, it is not that the Buddha did not save them, but that the time has not yet come.

"Old monk, why don't you speak? Do you feel desperate to get help? Hahaha! ”

"Amitabha, everything in the world has a certainty." The old monk said slowly, his voice revealing a bit of weakness, obviously being tortured to the point that his body was already weak.

"Humph! You have been trapped here for three years, and the Buddha you believe in has ignored you for three years, watching you suffer, and you still believe that someone will come to save you? It's ridiculous! ”

As soon as the voice fell, the rattan flicked it, and with a bang, it hit the old monk below and threw him out.

"Poof!"

The old monk rolled to the ground a few times, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to sit up, but he fell down on his laurels.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Monster! You're going to kill us! Don't embarrass my master! A teenage boy shouted angrily and helped the old monk to sit up.

"Master, woo...... The master ...... "The two smaller monks knelt beside the old monk, tears flowing.

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

"Hahaha! Take me? Who can take me? Who would dare to take me? I am the king of this mountain, even the poisonous snakes and beasts dare not come here, who dares to come here? Your Buddha? Do you believe in the Buddha? Hahaha! ”

The hoarse and arrogant voice contained a powerful power coming out, echoing in the air, shaking the monks in the temple one by one with headaches, and even more unable to bear the blood spilling from their mouths, for a while, the vines in the entire temple were dancing like thousands of devils' claws, and the movement of the rattans was tightened, and the entire temple that could still see the sky was entangled to death, and the slightest light was not revealed.

At the same time, not far from here, Tang Ning, who was hiding behind a tree, could not hide the look of surprise and astonishment on his face......