Dead mountains, ancient temples, dungeons.

Crazy...

A thick iron chain is nailed to the rock wall at one end and tied to a person's ankle at the other end.

The blocked space is dark, dark and damp, and extremely cold. There is also a wooden barrel next to it that smells of shit and urine. Sometimes the chirping of mice sounds.

A loud voice!

The iron barrel door of the dungeon opened, and a beam of sunlight suddenly shone through, and there was a slight light in the dungeon.

The man with disheveled hair raised his head and squinted his eyes. It took him a long time to adapt to the stimulation of the sun.

The mute monk walked into the dungeon, came to Xie Zhen, and put down the wooden plate.

On the wooden basin was placed a bowl of rice, some vegetables, and a bowl of cold water.

"Ahem, thank you..."

Xie Zhen, who is as thin as a child, has a hoarse voice, is not covered in clothes, and has her lips chapped and purple due to the cold. She has long suffered from severe colds and fever, and her body is curled up and trembles.

The mute monk looked indifferent. He only looked at Xie Zhen, then turned around and walked out the door, slowly closing the iron barrel door.

Darkness surged like a tide, flooding the entire dungeon.

"Wait a moment……"

Xie Zhen stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the disappearing sunshine. He was so... cold!

After a while, he was swallowed by the darkness and let out a long sigh.

In the dead silence, the chirping sound came.

"Brother Rat, you are the only one who is willing to be with me."

Xie Zhen smiled bitterly and reached out to touch the rice, but touched a soft and fluffy animal, feasting in the bowl.

Xie Zhen slowly withdrew his hand and sighed: "Brother Mouse, just eat it, just leave some for me. Anyway, I... won't live long."

He traveled to Kushan Temple and planned to stay for three days before leaving. Unexpectedly, the treasure of Kushan Temple was suddenly stolen. He was the only outsider and was immediately caught by a group of evil monks indiscriminately. He beat him a few times and then threw him into the dungeon. It has been almost a month since now.

Life is worse than death, as if you are in hell.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I was not eaten by the monsters, but died in the hands of a group of bald monks."

Xie Zhen was hit on the head by Wuwang's disaster, and he tried every means to make a statement. After experiencing grievances, anger, struggles, depression, unwillingness, and despair, and now, he only has a stagnant peace in his heart.

When he was very sure that he was about to die, his heart gradually calmed down, gave up his struggle, and accepted his fate!

Just wait for that moment to come.

"I have no relatives who are alive and are homeless. When I die, no one will bury me, erect monuments for me, pay tribute to me, and mourn for my departure..."

Xie Zhen murmured to himself, endless loneliness and loneliness mixed in this darkness and coldness.

He suddenly remembered a poem that Shen Lian said: "Why do you need to bury your bones? Life is full of green mountains."

Xie Zhen smiled terrified, and a sense of inexplicable pride in his heart, "Brother Shen, you are indeed a free and easy person. I really want to drink 300 more cups of wine with you, and I will have no regrets to die!"

Just after this moment, with a rumbling sound, the iron barrel door suddenly opened!

A sturdy monk with a disgusting face rushed in, and the mouse was so scared that he fled into the cracks on the rock wall.

"Little thief!"

Jueyuan was fierce and evil, and kicked the wooden basin away with one kick.

Rice, vegetables, and cold water are sprinkled all over the floor.

Xie Zhen was half fainted and half awake, weakly lifted his eyelids, then he suddenly grabbed his neck with a big hand and lifted him up.

The chains rustled.

"At this point, you still don't help me?" Jueyuan's expression was gloomy, ferocious, and roared angrily.

Xie Zhen didn't say a word, he knew that nothing he said was useless.

"You can't make mistakes."

At this time, behind Jueyuan, an old monk with white hair and hair came in. He looked kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and his Buddhist teachings were profound.

Xie Zhen suddenly felt a little energetic and thought to himself that this old monk seemed to be a reasoning person, and might help me.

"I, Kongming, is the abbot of Kushan Temple." Master Kongming waved his hand, Jueyuan immediately put down Xie Zhen and retreated outside the door.

This was the first time Xie Zhen saw Master Kongming, and a hint of desire to survive appeared in his heart.

Xie Zhen coughed violently and begged: "Abbot save me, I really haven't stolen anything from this temple. Please check it out."

Master Kongming smiled and said meaningfully: "After the treasures of the temple were stolen, in order to prevent the thieves from escaping, our temple had to enclose the temple. After a thorough investigation, it has been confirmed that it was not the monks in this temple."

Xie Zhen was stunned, his expression twitched, and he smiled bitterly: "So, you think it was my doing."

Master Kongming narrowed his eyes and sneered: "On the night when the treasure of the temple was lost, you said you had been sleeping and had not left the room for a half step, but two monks saw you wandering around the temple that night. How do you explain this?"

Xie Zhen argued with reason: "There is no such thing! I thought carefully that someone should have stolen my clothes first, and then put on my clothes before committing the crime. This is why this misunderstanding comes."

"About your clothes." Master Kongming's expression became gloomy, and his eyes were full of evil light, "We found it outside the courtyard wall."

Master Kongming turned out a coat from under his wide cassock like a magic trick and threw it on the ground. The coat was full of bulging, as if it was wrapped in something.

Xie Zhen was suspicious and turned on his coat. He saw a Buddhist niche. He opened it. It was empty inside and nothing was left.

"This is my clothes, but I have never seen this Buddhist niche..." Xie Zhen's face looked ugly, his mouth was dry, and he was a little unreasonable.

"Also quibble!"

Master Kongming was furious, his expression appeared a little hideous. He slapped Xie Zhen on the face, and roared with a slap, "It was obvious that after you stole the Buddha Heart Gu, you didn't have time to climb out of the courtyard wall and escape, so you threw it outside the courtyard wall, and then returned to the room to pretend to sleep, right? Tell me, where did the Buddha Heart Gu go? Who is your accomplice?"

Xie Zhen smiled and shook his head, looking desperate.

Master Kongming's eyes were full of tears: "The facts are there, and the evidence is as strong as a mountain! You sneaked into this temple to steal, your accomplices came outside to pick you up, your plan was successful, but you were caught!

And your accomplices also betrayed you. He deliberately left your clothes and Buddhist niches, with his intention of making it clear. Isn’t it just to kill you? Until now, are you still protecting him?"

Xie Zhen made his final plea: "Abbot, I have been reading the scriptures in the ancient temple for three days. I often read the sentence "Mencius is compassionate" and beg the abbot to show his compassion and bypass me, a poor person. I, I really didn't steal..."

Master Kongming was furious and spitted on Xie Zhen's face: "Bah! Tell me about compassion, do you know what compassion is?

Let me tell you, the rich are not willful, the powerful are not guilty, and the strong are not killed by killing them. This is compassion!

Compassion is not something that everyone has, but compassion is a privilege that only belongs to the strong!

When my Buddha was born, he pointed to the sky with one hand and the other, saying, "I am the only one in the sky and the earth!" After my Buddha was born, he could walk, and when he was walking, he couldn't bear to step on the ants on the ground.

This is the truth of compassion. Only when you are strong enough to look down on all living beings as ants, will you be compassionate!

The Buddha was the only one who was the only one who was respectful and then compassionate!

And you stole the opportunity for me to have compassion, how can you ask me to give you compassion?"

The shocking remarks made Xie Zhen stunned and dumbfounded. This is the so-called Buddha?!

"Jeyuan, I'll leave it to you, I'll be punished!" Master Kong Ming was furious and shook his sleeves and left.

Jue Yuan sneered in the door, holding a vise-like iron tool in his hand, holding Xie Zhen's hand, and pulling out his ten fingernails one after another.
Chapter completed!