The forgotten monk was branded as a demon monk and nailed to death on the mountain behind the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Half-kneeling on the ground, the lute bone was pierced by thick chains, and his hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

Here is a high place, next to the cliff, almost every pilgrim who comes to the West Desert Ten Thousand Buddha Temple can see the figure of forgetting, this is the punishment of Buddhism to him, but also the proposal of many people in the righteous path.

They thought that Su Meier would definitely come to the rescue of Monk Wang, and nailed Monk Forget to death on the cliff, and she would definitely be able to attract the other party.

And the other party ruined their good deeds, just killing people is far from enough to eliminate the resentment in their hearts, they want to punish their hearts, and let this monk live in people's spurning for the rest of his life!

On the cliff, the abbot of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple came to the front of the forgotten with a few small novices.

"Forget, do you know what's wrong?"

"The little monk is guilty, and the little monk fails to persuade the world, so that the world goes further and further, and the evil is serious. ”

Forgot to say.

"You fornicated with the demon girl, and even let her go in front of the heroes of the world, this is your sin!"

A trace of anger flashed on the abbot's face, and in the original plan, he also had his share of Su Mei'er.

"Amitabha, the heroes of the world were blinded by desire for a while, and the little monk thought that they needed to help them regain their original hearts, so that the heroes could distinguish between good and evil. Forget said slowly.

"It's a bunch of nonsense, the heroes of the world subdue demons and eliminate demons, how can you judge at will, the old man sees that you still understand your own sins, so you should reflect on it here and think about it!"

Seeing the calm appearance, the abbot was furious in his heart, threw down a few pieces of steamed buns and turned to leave.

The little novice behind him also stared at him viciously, took a sip, and turned to leave.

I forgot to look at a few steamed buns rolling down on the ground, and silently recited the Buddha number in my heart.

His body was locked up, and he couldn't eat steamed buns, and these grains were going to be wasted.

In the future, Xiao Shami never sent steamed buns again, but fortunately, he forgot that he still had the strength in his body, although he couldn't move, but it was not a problem to survive.

The picture rotated, and in a blink of an eye, seven years had passed.

The mountain gradually became a forbidden place, and for seven years, no pilgrims came, and no Buddhist disciples came to visit.

Forgetfulness has become a sinner who is gradually forgotten, and has become a joke after dinner.

In the past seven years, I have never moved half a step, only the unchanged scenery and the whistling sound in the valley are accompanied.

His mind was much quieter, his spiritual platform was empty, and he seemed to have comprehended a lot of Buddhism and touched a higher level.

West Desert, in a teahouse.

A middle-aged woman carried a bamboo basket, leaned against the window, chewing slowly, and from this position, she could just see the figure on the mountain peak.

"Mom, look, there's a guy there!"

The little boy on the side pointed to the figure on the top of the mountain and shouted, very excited.

"Baby, don't look at that person, it's a demon monk, he let go of the demon witch, and he's being punished!" the woman said.

"Why did he let the enchantress go?"

"Because he's not a good guy, his heart is black, baby, you can't be like him in the future!"

"Don't worry, Mom, I will never become like that, I will be a hero in the future!"

The boy held up a pair of chopsticks and said excitedly.

"Baby, that's good!"

The woman smiled.

The middle-aged woman sighed, drank the teacup in her hand, lifted the bamboo basket, and walked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

On the peak of the cliff, he opened his eyes, and he heard a sound, someone coming.

This is the first time in seven years that someone has come.

It was a middle-aged woman, in her forties and fifties, carrying a bamboo basket with food and drink.

"Donor, the little monk is a monk, he doesn't eat wine and meat, the donor's kindness, the little monk understands it. ”

Forget said with a smile, he felt that the woman in front of him was very pure in her heart, but the other party's eyes were a little weird when she looked at him.

"Monk, in this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, everyone drinks wine and everyone eats meat, why can't you eat it?"

The woman asked.

"Everyone has their own choice, and the little monk's choice is not to eat meat. Forgot to say.

"Just as you chose to send me away that day, leaving you alone?" the woman continued.

I forgot to know who the other party was, I haven't seen her for seven years, Su Meier's appearance has changed greatly, this kind of old speed is too fast, and the speed is abnormal.

"The little monk does have sins and needs to be thought about here. ”

"Has the donor found a ghost mother-in-law?"

He forgot to look at the woman in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Yes, as you said, it was my choice, I said, I would save you. ”

Su Mei'er nodded slowly.

"How many years of life does the donor sell to the ghost mother-in-law?"

"Thirty years, but not enough. Su Meier said.

"Donor, there is no need to do this, the little monk has sincerely thought about it here, even if the donor cuts the chains for the little monk, the little monk will not leave. ”

Forgot to say.

"It's your business, and I just want to save you!"

Su Meier said lightly, and put the steamed bun into the mouth of forgetfulness.

Forgetting to chew, he hasn't eaten for a long time, and he feels that the steamed buns are quite fragrant.

There was an eerie silence at the top of the mountain, only a monk was gobbling it up, and the woman was tirelessly putting one steamed bun after another to his mouth.

Half an hour later, the basket was swept away.

"Thank you for the kindness of the donor, this is the fullest meal that the little monk has eaten in seven years. ”

Su Meier was speechless, put away the dishes and chopsticks by herself, and turned to leave.

"Monk, I'll come back tomorrow. ”

I forgot to look at the back of the woman leaving, and was silent for a long time.

From this day on, on the cliff, forget is no longer alone, every day at noon, there will be a middle-aged woman to deliver food, rain or shine.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple gradually became accustomed to it from the beginning, and for no other reason, the woman said to them, if they don't eat, the person above will starve to death.

Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and among Buddhism, there can be no hungry ghosts.

The middle-aged woman has an aging appearance and an ordinary appearance, which is not at all similar to Su Meier, the stunner who charmed all beings that day, and I really can't see anything peculiar.

Besides, someone delivering food also saves them a lot of things, and if the demon monk above dies, they will indeed not be able to handle it.

Half a year later.

The Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas has undergone new changes.

On this day, a person was brought up on the top of the mountain again, and it was still the abbot who led the team.

This is a young man, covered in blood, in a coma, but between his eyebrows is full of heroism, obviously not an ordinary person.

"Tie this man up!"

The chains of Oblivion were removed, pierced into the man's body, locked, tied, and nailed to the cliff, taking the place of Oblivion.

Forget to understand that this person has had the same experience as himself, and has offended the righteous people.

The abbot turned around and asked kindly, "Forget, it's been seven years, are you guilty?"