Seeing the back of the middle-aged monk disappear at the gate of the courtyard, the four monks glanced at each other and smiled.

"You go up and pull him, pull him outside to the manhole cover and beat him. ”

"You have to pull yourself up, he smells so bad and his hands are dirty. ”

“......”

A few monks prevaricated like this, covering their noses and looking at Ciming with disgust, as if he smelled so bad.

In fact, Ciming only took a shower yesterday, his clothes were changed today, and he washed his feet and face every day.

The more humiliating it is, why is there no excuse?

The more you prove yourself, the more you will degrade others.

The human heart is sometimes so sinister.

Although Ci Ming understood these truths, he still often wondered in his heart, how could the human heart be so sinister?

Why do they reject themselves, hate themselves, and even hate themselves now, just because they are better looking than them?

Does the cohesion of their small group need to sacrifice themselves, belittle themselves, insult themselves, and frame themselves in order to be realized?

If that's the case, then this human nature is too despicable.

The four monks prevaricated for a while, and the leading monk suddenly proposed: "It's better to ...... Let's find a rope to tie his hands and drag him out. ”

When the other three monks heard this, they clapped their hands and said, "Good idea!"

Immediately, the monk who proposed it ran to the room and looked for a rope.

The remaining three monks glanced at each other, and they all went up and kicked Ciming a few times with a grin.

Even a monk put his foot on Ciming's face and rubbed it vigorously.

Ciming's face was already congested by the middle-aged monk's slap, and now being rubbed by the monk's feet is even more painful.

This pain, so penetrating, made him grit the root of his teeth.

He hated himself for his cowardice and cowardice, and if he had chosen to rebel against them in the first place, he would not have become like this now, ruined his reputation and bullied by others.

He also hated the despicability of the people in this temple, on the surface, he worshiped the Buddha and Zen every day, like a moral master, but behind the scenes, he was so dark and hypocritical.

At this time, the monk who came into the house to find a rope walked out with two ropes, looked at the three monks who were teasing Ciming, and said:

"Don't play, hurry up and tie his hands, pull him and throw him out of the temple, and it will be troublesome to deal with the punishment of Uncle Shi if it is late." ”

The three of them hurriedly dispersed, and the lead monk handed the two ropes to the two monks respectively, and motioned for the two to go up and tie Ciming's hands.

The two glanced at each other and reluctantly walked up with their noses covered.

A monk frowned and kicked Ci Ming's ass and reprimanded, "Lie down quickly, spread your hands." ”

Ciming gritted his teeth, he wanted to resist, but he didn't have the courage.

Therefore, he still obediently lay down and spread his hands on the ground.

The two monks squatted down and carefully tied up.

They were cautious, just afraid of touching Ciming's "dirty hands" and "smelly hands".

A monk accidentally touched the corner of Ciming's clothes in the process of leashing, and immediately jumped away like an electric shock.

The other three monks laughed mockingly.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to tie it up again, but more carefully.

Finally, after "a lot of hardships", the two monks tied ropes around Ciming's wrists and tied knots.

The tight rope strangled Ciming's blood vessels with abnormal swelling and pain.

But the two monks didn't care about his feelings, and immediately pulled up a rope and walked forward, dragging Ciming out of the courtyard like a dead dog.

The remaining two monks followed, smiling.

Outside the courtyard gate, there is a well, and the manhole cover is tightly covered at the mouth of the well.

The two monks threw Ciming to the ground by the well and said to him, "Climb up yourself." ”

Ciming was dizzy from the fall, and he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Seeing that Ciming did not react, the monk who spoke went up and kicked him in the stomach, shouting, "Let you climb up by yourself, didn't you hear?"

Only then did Ci Ming hear his words clearly, and he endured the severe pain all over his body, struggled to get up, and slowly climbed onto the manhole cover like a dog, and pounced on it.

The four monks either crossed their waists or clasped their hands, looking at his face with disgust, which had been beaten to the point that it was no longer handsome.

Some monks slowly gathered around, all of whom just watched this scene indifferently and discussed it indifferently.

"I heard that this time he stole again. ”

"Stealing again, why are you so stubborn?"

"Hehe, this time I heard that he stole the Maitreya Jade Jue given by Master Huiling's teacher when he was studying in the Tang Kingdom, and also made the Maitreya Jade Jue in half. ”

“......”

The four monks glanced at each other, and the leading monk walked out and said loudly:

He was punished for stealing and destroying Master Huiling's Maitreya Jade Jue, and was expelled from the temple. I hope you will take this as a warning!"

Hearing this, the monks around them gasped.

"This ...... Beat 30 boards to expel from the temple, can you still live?"

"This is also the punishment he deserves as the biggest scum in the temple, why should you sympathize?"

"That's right. In the past, he just stole some gadgets, but this time he dared to steal Master Huiling's things, and he broke them. That Master Huiling is a famous Buddhist monk who has to sell a little face in the royal family, how can he offend?"

"By the way, what about Master Huiling?"

"Hey, I'm still talking about the Dharma with Master and Uncle them. ”

“......”

Listening to these voices in his ears, Ciming cursed this group of hypocritical people in his heart.

However, at this time, there was a sharp pain in his buttocks, which made him suddenly exhale in pain.

It turned out that one of the four monks had already come over with a board, and as soon as he came, he couldn't wait to hit him on the buttocks.

Then, board after board, without stopping.

The sound of the wind as the board hits, the dull sound of hitting the buttocks, and the cries of pain ming.

Thirty boards were quickly finished, Ci Ming's ass had become a blur of flesh and blood, and he was also dying.

Most of the monk's robes had been stained red with blood, the manhole cover was dripping blood from the ground, and the tip of the board that hit him had turned hideously red.

The four monks didn't care whether he was alive or dead, and as soon as they finished the fight, they immediately pulled up the ropes that were tied to his two wrists and dragged him out of the temple gate like rags.

After a while, he dragged him out of the temple gate, walked some distance further, and threw him down the mountain like garbage.

Ci Ming was already delirious, and before he rolled down the mountain in a coma, he only heard one of the monks say with rejoicing:

"Fortunately, it was given to him in time, otherwise I would have suffered. ”

"Who told you to be so bold that you dared to steal Master Huiling's jade jue to play, and you broke it. ”

Tzu Ming rolled down the mountain, his consciousness slowly lost.

Life seems to be slowly fading away.

At this moment, an evil voice sounded in his heart: "Do you want to kill these hypocritical humans?"

This voice did not speak the language of their Japanese people, but more like a direct communication of consciousness with him.

"Who are you?"