Chapter 415

The voice, hoarse and powerful, came from the vine and fell in the ears of the monks in the temple. The voice was like the rampant cry of demons, arrogant and malicious.

There are about 30 or 40 monks in the temple. Some of them are 60-70 years old, 78 are 34 years old, and some are in their twenties and twenties. Among them, there are two youngest monks who are only about 10 years old.

These monks were ragged and their faces were like dirt. Some of them were so thin that their ribs could be seen. On their bodies, no matter whether they were young or old, they were all covered with scars. The scars were like being beaten by vines, one by one, and the new ones covered the old ones

At this time, the 30-40-year-old monk, who was caught in the upper half of the air by the cane, fainted after a few screams, while the other monks below were reading sutras with their hands folded. The younger ones were shaking, and the older ones were sitting quietly with their eyes closed.

Among them, a 60-70-year-old monk looked at a disciple who was stunned by cane, but he could only whisper: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

They can't help each other, and they can't save each other. They have no choice but to recite the Sutra over and over. In their hearts, they still believe that the Buddha will save them. Now that they are suffering, it's not that the Buddha doesn't save them. It's just that the time has not come.

"Old monk, why don't you talk? Do you feel desperate for help? Ha ha ha ha ha

"Buddha bless you." The old monk said in a slow voice, his voice was a little weak, and he was obviously suffering from physical weakness.

"Hum! You have been trapped here for three years. The Buddha you believe in has ignored you for three years and watched you suffer. Do you still believe that someone will come to save you? That's ridiculous

As soon as the voice fell, the cane swung, and the old monk at the bottom was hit by the wheezing sound, and the whole man was thrown out.

"Poof!"

The old monk tumbled to the ground and rolled for a few circles. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to sit up, but he fell down on his last gasp.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Monster! If you want to kill, you should attack us! Don't embarrass my master A teenager was furious and helped the old monk to sit up.

"Master, Wuwu Master... " Two smaller monks knelt down beside the old monk, tears streaming down.

Other monks gathered around to protect the old monk in the middle: "monster! You do so many evil things. I can't accept you, and someone will take you! "

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Take me? Who can take me? Who dares to accept me? I am the king of this mountain. Even poisonous snakes and beasts dare not come near here. Who dares to come here? Your Buddha? Do you believe in Buddhism? Ha ha ha ha ha

The hoarse and frantic voice contains a strong power, reverberating in the air, which makes the monks in the temple have a headache and can't bear the blood spilling from their mouths. For a time, the vines in the temple are dancing like thousands of magic claws. The movement of the vines is tightly entangled in the temple, which can see the sky There was no light in it.

At the same time, not far from here, donning's face, hiding behind the tree, could not hide the color of surprise and amazement