5079: C5079 Xitong Temple

C5079 Xitong Temple

Yang Bo saw with his own eyes how the young monk filled two water buckets with water from the two water tanks.

Following that, a middle-aged monk walked in. The middle-aged monk glanced at the water tank and said coldly: "Wen Shang, why aren't you going to chop firewood?"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. He looked at Wen Shang in shock. He did not expect that this young monk was actually Wen Shang!

Yang Bo walked to the side of the middle-aged monk and bowed, "Greetings, Senior!"

However, the middle-aged monk acted as if he did not see anything as he scolded in a stern voice, "Wen Shang, do you want to rebel?"

"You don't even want to listen to what I have to say?"

Monk Wen Shang mustered up his courage and took a step forward, "Senior Brother, when can I return to the main hall to recite the scriptures?"

The middle-aged monk said coldly, "You are still a novice monk. You are not yet taught a lesson. You are not allowed to enter the main hall to recite the scriptures!"

The monk said loudly, "But, I am already twenty years old, and I can learn a lesson!"

"Senior Brother, when are you going to arrange for me to receive the punishment?"

Yang Bo stood at the side and immediately understood. The monk who had just become a monk was called a novice monk. He was twenty years old, and he received the Bi Qiu ring, which was called Bi Qiu.

Because the monk Wen Shang was young, he had never received the punishment. Now that he was twenty years old, he could receive the punishment. But for some reason, he was actually stopped.

The middle aged monk snorted coldly and suddenly took out a whip, whipping it towards Wen Shang.

"Pah!"

Pa! The whip hit Wen Shang's body and instantly tore his clothes apart. A scarlet blood mark appeared on Wen Shang's back.

Wenjushu grunted and didn't dare to say anything else.

The middle-aged monk said coldly, "Why aren't you going yet?"

Wen Shang turned around and walked out.

Next, the monk chopped wood, boiled water, stir-fried vegetables, and cooked rice. He didn't have the chance to go to the main hall to chant scriptures until the evening.

It was not until the night when all the monks were resting that the monk Wen Shang secretly got up and went to the main hall in the dark.

Standing in front of the main hall, Yang Bo finally saw the golden words "Xuotong Temple" on the plaque clearly.

Seeing this name, Yang Bo could not help but be stunned. This temple was not famous, and many people had not heard of it.

However, Yang Bo knew very well that there was also a temple on the Wutai Mountain, and the Wutai Mountain was the place of worship of the Buddha!

Yang Bo looked at the Wen Shang monk in shock. Could this be the Wen Shang monk?

After arriving here, Yang Bo discovered a strange phenomenon. It seemed that only Wenjushu could see him, while the other monks turned a blind eye to him.

Even the monk Wen Shang, who could see Yang Bo, didn't seem to care too much about Yang Bo.

Wen Shang sat in the main hall and recited a scripture.

Yang Bo stood at the side. He could clearly feel that a large amount of spiritual energy was gathering around Wen Shang. This spiritual energy was flowing into Wen Shang's body to nourish his body.

Yang Bo had been thinking about how the monk could lift such a heavy bucket when he did not seem to have cultivated. Now he finally understood that it was all because of the monk's secret effort.

One could only obtain strength by reciting scriptures in the great hall.

However, Wen Shang did not seem to have cultivated a cultivation method. He was able to reach this stage by reciting the scriptures, which was truly surprising.

This could only be done if one had enough talent.

For the next few days, Wen Shang repeated his life every day.

Yang Bo followed behind Wen Shang and repeated his life every day. When he heard the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures, he had a faint desire to become a Buddha.

Previously, Yang Bo did not understand why the diamond bracelet would give birth to such an illusion. Now, he finally understood that it was because he wanted to use this experience to make Yang Bo receive the enlightenment of the Buddhist Dharma and convert to Buddhism.

Yang Bo observed the monk's life every day. He tried his best to find a way to break out of the illusion.

There were only two ways to break out of the illusion. The first was to convert to Buddhism and cultivate the Buddhist doctrines. The second was to find the flaws in the illusion.

This boring life continued for a few days. Just as Yang Bo thought that this kind of life would continue for a long time, an accident happened.

It was unknown who had reported to the middle-aged monk who had whipped Wen Shang that day, but he had actually come to the main hall in the middle of the night and caught Wen Shang.

The middle-aged monk tied Wen Shang up, gathered all the monks in the temple, and began to whip Wen Shang in front of everyone.

There were a total of seven monks in the entire Xiantong Temple. Apart from the middle-aged monk, the other five stood on the side and watched coldly.

While whipping Wen Shang, the middle aged monk spoke up: "I've told you a lot of times that you are just a novice monk, you don't have the right to enter the main hall to chant scriptures!"

" Since you're secretly going to the main hall, you don't want to listen to my orders! "

"What's the use of Xiantong Temple keeping you around?"

"How about we expel you from the Xiantong Temple? What do you think?"

Wen Shang's body was whipped, leaving behind streaks of blood, but he didn't make a single sound.

At this moment, when he heard that the middle-aged monk wanted to expel him from the Xiantong Temple, he finally became anxious. "Senior Brother!"

"Please don't expel me, Senior Brother Xiantong. I only want to devote my heart to the Buddha and chant scriptures in front of the Buddha!"

Xiantong laughed out loud, "According to what you mean, did I hit the wrong person?"

"You wholeheartedly devote yourself to the Buddha, but I stop you from doing so. Is that your intention?"

Xian Yan smiled, but his hands didn't stop moving. Instead, he used even more strength. The whip hit on Wen Shang's body, leaving deep wounds on his body. Blood flowed down from the whip. The whip was swung, and the blood was everywhere!

When the blood fell in front of the five monks, they jumped in fright and hurriedly took half a step back.

Finally, one of the monks couldn't bear to watch any longer and took a step forward to persuade him: "Senior Brother Xian Yan, Wen Shang has been in Xiantong Temple for more than 10 years. All these years, he has been working diligently and diligently without complaint!"

"Now, Wen Shang is already twenty-five percent. It's time to teach him a lesson!"

Xian Yan turned his head around and said, "Teach him his lesson. Do you agree?"

"In that case, the two of you can exchange identities in the future. How about you go fetch water and chop wood to cook?"

The monk jumped in fright and quickly waved his hand, "Senior Brother Xian Yan, pretend like I didn't say anything at all!"

"Papapapapapapapapa..."

The sound of the whip never stopped.

Wen Shang was knocked out by the whip and woke up many times.

Even so, Wen Shang didn't speak again.2

Finally, Xianyan stopped. He raised his head and looked in Wen Shang's direction, only to see that Wen Shang was clenching his teeth and his face was ashen.

Wen Shang sneered, "It seems that you have snuck into the hall many times. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to take so many of my whips!"

"Wen Shang, you really deserve to die. If I don't beat you to death today, I'm afraid you won't remember this!"

Wen Shang actually continued to whip Wen Shang.

Very quickly, Wen Shang's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound.

His life was hanging by a thread!

- From [Mee-Goo]

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