Chapter 594: Chapter 186: Monk? Evil Monk! The So-Called Instant Enlightenment! (10,000-word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_4
The monk hurriedly tossed aside the bloodstained spear in his hand.
His face was full of pleading and flattery, "All you donors... no, all you great people! I can take you to Longhe Temple!"
Seeing this.
Xing Fengzi casually flicked out a talisman.
The talisman flew behind the monk’s heel, wrapping around the wound on his heel.
Xing Fengzi said, "The tendon in this leg of yours was previously severed, and now this talisman can barely allow you to walk. But it can only last for the duration of two incense sticks burning; after two sticks of incense have burned, this talisman will turn into a useless piece of paper."
"Many... many thanks, my lord!!" the monk replied with a mournful face.
Having had his tendon severed and still having to thank the other party.
Such feelings were truly indescribable.
However, he also understood that at this time, to be able to preserve his own life was already extremely lucky. He didn’t even know how long this life would last.
Anyway.
To live one more moment was one moment more.
...
Longhe Temple.
Although it was already late at night, the temple was still brightly lit. Nestled halfway up the mountainside, Longhe Temple was particularly conspicuous at this moment.
"No! Don’t! Let me go! Let me go! I don’t want to become a Buddha, I don’t want to become a Buddha anymore!"
If someone were inside this temple, they would be able to hear such a scream.
Just saw.
An old monk from Longhe Temple was holding a lantern, lighting the way for several monks in front of him.
"Hold him down!" the old monk holding the lantern said, "Don’t let him struggle too violently."
"Yes!" Several young monks immediately restrained the screaming person, controlling his arms and legs.
Then.
A monk holding a black iron ruler expressionlessly walked over and said, "Help me strip off his clothes."
Rip!
The clothes of the person who kept struggling and screaming were stripped off.
This person didn’t seem to be a monk.
He looked more like a farmer.
"Don’t come over! Don’t come over! What in the world are you going to do! You demons in monk’s robes! Demons!" The farmer, stripped of his clothes, turned pale when he saw the iron ruler.
Because the end of the iron ruler was very sharp—a light poke with it could easily pierce through the body.
"Donor, rest assured, once you ascend to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, you will understand our painstaking efforts," the monk holding the iron ruler said, pointing the sharp end of the ruler towards the farmer’s back door.
In the midst of his utter terror, he viciously stabbed the iron ruler inside.
The sharp iron ruler pierced through the intestines.
Pierced through the internal organs.
Pierced through the flesh.
The sharp end of the iron ruler emerged a few inches below the farmer’s neck at the back.
Blood flowed profusely.
What followed was the farmer’s pitiful howl; the excruciating pain was unbearable for any ordinary person.
Then.
Several monks worked together to lift the farmer onto a prison cart, using the iron ruler inside his body to secure him. They also positioned him by nailing his legs to ensure the farmer could sit up more stably.
"Donor, there’s no need to panic or scream," the old monk holding the lantern showed a hint of a smile, speaking gently, "This is a ceremony prepared for you to become a Buddha. If the ceremony is completed smoothly, you will achieve instant enlightenment."
"Amitabha... Over the past three years, Longhe Temple has already helped five hundred and ninety-nine donors ascend to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. They have now become Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Spirit Mountain."
"Donor, you will be the six hundredth. The many worries of the mortal world will vanish into thin air tonight."
"Moreover, you’re not alone. A donor ascended to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss not long before you, barely earlier than you. You might even cross paths on the way."
Having said that.
The old monk gave instructions to several young monks, "Secure the prison cart tightly and you four will conduct his ceremony to become a Buddha."
The four monks addressed by him were immediately overjoyed.
Because they knew what benefits this would bring.
"Many thanks to Uncle Master Hui Mu!" the four young monks quickly expressed their gratitude.
Just at this moment.
Another old monk came up behind the monk holding the lantern, an old monk dressed in monk’s robes.
Seeing this person, the four young monks hastily brought their hands together, "Amitabha, we pay our respects to the abbot!"
Their greetings.
Were unanimous.
The old monk in robes was indeed the current abbot of Longhe Temple!
The old monk Hui Mu, holding the lantern, calmly gathered his senses to greet, "Brother Hui Gen has seen the junior monk."
"Amitabha," the old abbot of Longhe Temple named Hui Gen nodded in response to the greetings. Then he turned his attention to the farmer, "Before taking him away, dress him in monk’s robe. It’s the protocol, and we mustn’t break it due to laziness."
"Yes, Abbot!"
However, just at this moment, suddenly a little novice monk scurried over.
The little novice monk first stole a glance at the farmer who kept screaming, shuddering, and then hurriedly reported to the abbot Hui Gen, "Abbot, at the temple’s gate, I saw several people not far away, coming our way along three roads."
