Ling Yun knew that these three women had been imprisoned by the prostitute monk for a long time, and the bullying, oppression and torture for such a long time had made their fear and dignity reach the limit, in order to survive, they would no longer be like a normal person, but gave all their dignity and everything to the prostitute monks, including life, and let them humiliate them.

Once this kind of oppression becomes the norm, in their hearts, there is nothing abnormal in what the monks do, including playing with them and even killing them, because if they can coax the monks to be happy, they will get benefits, and if they can make the monks happy, they will be beaten less, they can eat good things, and gradually become ****.

Actually, the formation of slaves is nothing more than that. First of all, the slaves were fed enough fear, so that the slaves thought that their lives were in the hands of their masters, who held the power of life and death, and could kill them at any time because they were unhappy, so that they could live in fear all day long

Then there is obedience training, as long as the slave has something disobedient, either beating or scolding, or even beating to death, let all those who dare to resist die in front of others, kill chickens and monkeys, and the rest of the people have to extinguish all the spirit of resistance in order to survive, obediently obedient, and even take the initiative to be a tiger fighter, taming other slaves for the master.

Finally, there is a little reward, in the boundless fear, as if a person who has fallen into the water and is about to drown, giving him a straw will be regarded as a life-saving grace, so the master is stingy at this time to give the slaves a little reward, so that they can live with this reward and become complete slaves.

Even if Ling Yun killed all the monks and gave them freedom, it made them at a loss, as if they had lost their master, and they were naturally full of malice towards Ling Yun.

Ling Yun wanted to understand the thoughts of these three women, so he didn't bother to bother with them, after all, he was not a psychotherapist, let them return to normal society and return to their families, and it would not be long before they regained their shame and lived as normal people again.

So, Ling Yun snatched back the sword, kicked the woman aside, and said angrily: "No shame, get out of this temple without putting on your clothes, or I will kill the three of you!"

The woman's eyes were full of hatred, clutching her chest in pain, and the other two helped her up and whispered, "Let's go, let's go to the abbot." ”

Ling Yunxin said: "It's really incurable, these three women are probably coming to this lewd temple voluntarily, but I saved them because I was amorous, people are happy every day, happy." I don't know what method the bald donkey used, brainwashing is so successful, just like a slave, I want to see this thief bald. "Follow the three women to find the abbot.

The monks in the temple have almost been killed by Ling Yun, and occasionally one or two scattered monks, when they met these three women, they heard that Ling Yun was killing the ring, and just wanted to escape to find the abbot, and they had become ghosts under Ling Yun's sword.

The huge temple was empty, only the smell of blood, which was permeated by the wind.

The three women came to the main hall in the front yard and shouted for help, fearfully avoiding the demon's eyes behind them.

Lingyun looked up at the Daxiong Treasure Palace, only to see the hall towering, the golden plaque was hanging high, the Buddha statue in the hall was like a Buddha, the treasure was solemn, the eyebrows were kind, it was worthy of being a century-old temple, but it was a pity that it was destroyed in a moment.

A white-bearded old monk sat on the futon in the hall, sitting cross-legged, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, reciting scriptures in his mouth.

Behind him, more than a dozen monks who fled to Ci, all holding weapons, stood behind the old monk, each with a look of righteous indignation on their faces.

"It's him, the masters who killed all the monks, and all of them were broken bones, and they were miserable. A woman cried and pointed at Ling Yun to complain.

"Yes, today, everyone was playing and rejoicing Zen together, but I didn't expect that as soon as I came in, I didn't ask about it, and I started to kill, killing the backyard like hell. Another woman wept.

The old monk didn't hear it, chanted the scriptures in a low voice, didn't hear the world, and let the woman cry beside him, never opening his eyes.

Ling Yun stepped into the main hall, and the monks holding swords and axes were all startled, and they all took a step back.

One of them said loudly, "Master, he ...... He's in!"

The old monk opened his eyes slightly, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and said in a low voice: "Donor, you are here, I am glad to be here!" Although the voice was low, it stabbed out as quickly as an arrow, containing infinite power, and shook the eardrums.

"Old bald donkey, the time of death has come. Ling Yun said unceremoniously.

"Donor, why are you so angry?" said the old monk with a humble smile.

Ling Yun snorted and said, "Don't you know exactly how many people have died in your temple? Today is considered a substitute for the way, if it is angry, it is also given to me to slaughter the head of your old bald donkey." ”

The old monk said: "Fengqi Temple is a hundred years old temple, the rules and regulations are very strict, has always been kind and charitable, to help the people around, this is well-known, the old man is close to the ancients, since childhood to eat fasting and chant Buddha, dedicated to the Buddha, where to kill, why can't I see?"

"How do you explain the few red-**-s in front of you?" Ling Yun said.

"It's just a skin, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, in the eyes of the old man, there is only the difference between Buddha and demon, there is no difference between male and female. The old monk said lightly.

"According to you, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, then I'll send you to the West. Ling Yun didn't bother to argue with him, and drew his sword.

More than a dozen monks behind the old monk clenched their weapons and waited for them.

The old monk smiled slightly, his old face was full of wrinkles, and said: "Donor, don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, if you really want to be the enemy of Fengqi Temple, aren't you afraid that someone will take off your black gauze hat?"

"Do you know who I am?" Ling Yun asked strangely.

"Naturally, I know that the old man doesn't go out, but he knows what's going on. The old monk continued, "Not only that, but if you are bent on killing me, you will be killed, and if you learn of the wrongful killing in the future, you will not be able to return the old man's life." ”

"Wrongful killing, is the dead man's pit behind the mountain fake? Is it true that you close the door and close the temple to play joy meditation with women? Is it true that everyone who enters the temple is also fake?" Ling Yun said angrily, he couldn't help but despise the old monk's sophistry to the extreme, obviously the evidence was conclusive, and he had to make a fool of himself.

"That's right, the mass grave full of dead skin behind the mountain was done by the temple, but those women were either lewd by nature, or they didn't abide by women's morals, otherwise they wouldn't have been succeeded by us, so it was not a pity to die, but to die a blissful death. Since the entrance to the empty door, the door of Buddhism should be wide open, and the door of Buddhism should not be closed to those who put down the butcher's knife, so the old man is also to save the wicked. The so-called joy Zen is just a kind of meditation, what is strange, after meditation, all the turbid desires are emptied, in order to truly enter the state of purification, meditate on the emptiness, and devote oneself to the Buddha. The old monk said.

"It's the first time I've heard this kind of eloquence that argues between black and white, and I'm really impressed! It's a pity that you told me what kind of sin that ignorant baby has, and he actually wants to be buried alive!" Ling Yun questioned.

The old monk pretended to be surprised and said: "Amitabha, how could someone bury a baby alive, it was obviously a baby who died young." ”

"If you die and bury it, will your mouth be stuffed with yellow mud?" Ling Yun said angrily.

"Maybe it's possible that after being buried, I returned to the light and took a few breaths. The old monk smiled and argued.

Ling Yun didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, the fast sword had already struck, and the sharp edge cut through the sky, like a neighing soul, roaring towards the old monk to ask for his life!