Kang Xiong hurriedly left the main hall of the Discipline Academy,
Along the way, he met monks who stopped to salute him, but they didn't respond at all. Their faces were so clouded that they looked like they could squeeze water out of them.
He returned to his abode,
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he shouted to the young monk in yellow who was waiting outside the door and had been taking care of him in his daily life: "Go!
Call me Guangshan, Guangyan, and Guangyu!"
The little monk in yellow clothes outside the door quickly responded,
A sound of footsteps sounded from outside the door and gradually faded away.
Kang Xiong, who was sitting on the futon, pulled off his monk's hat, revealing a layer of green and black hair on his head. His face was ferocious, and he suddenly pressed his palm on the table in front of him!
boom!
A loud sound,
The entire tabletop was torn apart!
The oil lamp on the table tipped over, and the lamp oil splashed on Kang Xiong's monk's robe, forming dirty yellow stains.
"Son of Buddha...Son of Buddha!"
"I'm going to eat you!"
"I'm going to eat you alive!"
Kang Xiong gasped, and the kernels of his eyes gradually expanded, and the pitch black filled the white part of his eyes.
His throat rolled,
Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth,
From time to time, a low and painful roar came out of his mouth,
Sometimes it makes a high-pitched and excited whistling sound!
His body was shaking constantly,
The darkness behind condensed into a human-shaped outline. The outline spread out two jade-white arms and surrounded Kang Xiong's neck.
Kang Xiong gradually became unable to breathe.
The lips are cyanotic and the face is purple,
He reached out to grab the two jade-white arms wrapped around his neck,
I used my greatest strength to try to break away the entanglement of my arms, but those two seemingly delicate arms were as if they were made of iron.
No matter how hard he exerts himself,
Don't even think about moving your arms!
"Buddha! Buddha!"
Kang Xiong made a thin and hoarse voice,
He tore off the shirt on his chest,
The ten fingers with long nails were scratching crazily on his chest, which was already covered with scars.
The sharp nails tore off strips of flesh,
He stretched his hands behind his shoulders,
The human-shaped silhouette made of darkness opened its mouth, and a blood-red tongue protruded from the dark mouth.
The tongue suddenly forked,
On the tip of each forked tongue stood the head of a young, pale woman. With her eyes closed and her nose quivering, the woman quickly approached Kang Xiong's nails, biting and licking the blood and mud between his nails.
The blood mud was quickly licked clean,
Kang Xiong retracted his scarred fingers,
He continued to scratch the flesh and blood all over his body,
‘Dedicate’ to the deceased,
What he couldn't see - the woman's head on the tip of his tongue.
Kangxiong's body was covered with wounds,
dripping with blood,
In some places, the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible.
And with such intensive dedication of his own flesh and blood, the ‘Black Body and White Hands Yogi’ behind him was finally satisfied.
It retracted its jade-white arms wrapped around Kang Xiong's neck.
Kang Xiong’s neck was covered with bruises.
He gasped for air,
His eyes were filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.
But he didn't even realize that he had been strangled by those arms for so long that even the sides of his neck were bruised.
In this case, the individual's eyes would bulge, his tongue would stick out, and he would suffocate to death.
Why did nothing happen to him?
Once you breathe 'air',
He soon regained his vitality.
Even the wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones sprouted rapidly in his breathing, and the injuries were repaired.
There were footsteps gradually approaching the door.
The voice of the little monk in yellow robes then sounded: "The three masters, Elder Discipline, Guangshan, Guangyan, and Guangyu, have arrived."
"Let them all in!"
"You go to my concubine's courtyard again and summon eight concubines."
outside the door,
The three monks in red, Guangshan, Guangyan, and Guangyu, all had uneasy expressions on their faces. They heard the little monk in yellow who sent the message said that the Discipline Elder had a strange look on his face, so they thought that if the other party summoned the three of them, there must be one of them.
Accusation and punishment.
However, now I heard that Kang Xiong said that he would ask the little monk in yellow to summon eight more concubines.
The three people's expressions became ambiguous.
I have new expectations for what’s next.
The three big monks looked at the little yellow monk together.
The little yellow monk looked hesitant.
"Why don't you go quickly?" Guang Yan, a thin-faced man, asked in a low voice to the little monk in yellow.
"I won't go unless I'm a disciple..." The little monk in yellow looked embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up the courage and replied to Kang Xiong in the room, "Elder, you no longer have eight concubines.
There are only six people left..."
Obviously, the Discipline Elder only consumed a concubine yesterday.
At that time, he still remembered that he only had six concubines left.
How did we get to this day?
The Discipline Elder seems to have completely forgotten about this matter?
Could it be that he took the opportunity to deliberately tease himself?
After the little yellow monk replied, he stood at the door, waiting cautiously for Kang Xiong's instructions.
The room was silent for a moment,
Then Kang Xiong's emotionless voice came out: "Six, just six, call them all over!"
"yes!"
The little monk in yellow breathed a sigh of relief,
He left in a hurry.
The three red-clothed monks at the door looked at each other with expressions of nervousness and apprehension, but also of expectation.
"Guangshan, Guangyu, Guangyan, you three,
Come to the house."
Kang Xiong's voice sounded from inside the house again.
The three senior monks waiting outside lined up their order after hearing this, pushed open the wooden door, and filed into the house.
Kang Xiong in the room has put on a brand new monk's robe.
He sat cross-legged on the futon and watched the three great monks who were dominating outside entering his room. They all had their heads lowered and stood in a row against the wall like quails.
Kang Xiong’s face was expressionless,
Pointing to the wooden door that was still open, he said to Guangyan, the last of the three to come in: "Close the door."
"Yes, Master."
Guangyan responded respectfully and walked to the door in small steps.
Lock the wooden door.
All three of them had received Kang Xiong’s ‘secret initiation’.
Regard Kang Xiong as the only master.
They dare not disobey any of their master's orders, otherwise they will fall into the Vajra Hell and never be reincarnated.
Yes,
No matter how majestic they are outside,
In front of Kang Xiong, everyone must be as honest as a domestic dog.
"Today, the envoy monk from the Snowy Mountains examines the practice of Buddhist disciples.
Do you know what the result will be?" Kang Xiong lowered his eyelids and picked up a snow-white bone magic weapon in front of him.
This bone was taken from the hand bone of an imbecile boy who was born out of incest and grew to the age of sixteen.
Wrapped around it was a whip that was more than one meter long and made of black hair.
Kang Xiong took out a small knife,
Carefully scrape off the remaining flesh and blood on the bones,
Then he began to carve secret mantras on the bones.
Seeing the soothing and delicate movements of Kang Xiong's hands, the three monks' originally tense moods relaxed slightly.
Guang Yu, who has always been good at flattering others, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head and said: "Although the Buddha is smart and intelligent, he is too playful and lazy in practice.
The disciple ordered several monks in yellow clothes to monitor him.
Those monks in yellow clothes come back every day to report to their disciples,
He said that he never practiced any serious scriptures and even read very few scriptures.
Only read books with pictures.
Therefore, the disciple feels that this Buddhist disciple cannot achieve greatness, and he must not have received any benefits from the envoy?!"
Guang Yu said as he said,
While raising his eyes to observe the expression on Master Kang Xiong's face.
Unfortunately, Kang Xiong's expression remained as usual and did not change at all due to his words. It was not until he finished speaking that he put down the carving knife, stroked the one-meter-long hair whip, and said to Guang Yu: "So it's you.
Someone was sent to monitor him studying the scriptures...
Your people are doing a great job!"
When Guang Yu heard Kang Xiong's praise,
Immediately, his eyebrows lit up with joy, and he bowed repeatedly: "Disciple, I will definitely keep up the good work!"
"Ah!
OK OK,
Come, come near me." Kang Xiong coiled his hair whip in his palm and pointed to an open space in front of him.
Guang Yu nodded and bowed repeatedly,
He came closer, the expression on his face was still a bit unclear.
Kang Xiong looked past him,
Looking at Guang Yan and Guang Shan behind him,
He ordered: "Take off the clothes from his back, I will reward him well!"
Want to take off your clothes?
What kind of reward is this?
After hearing what the master said, Guanyu's mind was confused for a moment.
Looking at the hair whip coiled in Kang Xiong's palm, he suddenly realized something, and his body trembled like chaff - how could the master want to reward him?!
Obviously he wants to punish him!
Guangshan and Guangyan came over cautiously, pressed Guangyu's shoulders, took off the clothes on his back, and laid him down on the ground with his back facing the sky.
rustle……
Kang Xiong let go of the hair whip coiled in his hand,
Suddenly shaking the bone handle——
Crack!
The whip cracked the air with a crisp sound,
follow closely,
Like a poisonous snake, it 'stared' at Guang Yu's back who was pinned to the ground, and whipped the hair whip hard on Guang Yu's smooth back!
Snapped!
"ah!"
Guangyu struggled violently!
Guang Yan and Guang Shan, who were on his left and right, exerted great force to hold him down so that he could only tremble in response to the whip that kept coming down!
Snapped!
"ah!"
Snapped!
"ah!"
The hair whip struck him,
It made him feel as if a sharp blade had cut through the flesh on his back and slapped his internal organs!
Hit his sexual soul!
Make him suffer unbearably,
Trembling all over!
After just three lashes, the skin and flesh on Guang Yu's back were torn apart.
What is more strange is that even though the skin on his back is damaged and the flesh is open, not a drop of blood spills out - the blood is all absorbed by the shiny black hair, and there are bright red blood beads hanging from the tip of the whip.
As the shadow of the whip fell, blood beads melted into the bone handle,
Absorbed by the bone handle!
"If it were not your people who did these good deeds,
Your people can't even monitor the Buddhist disciples as they read the scriptures.
My eyes are all blind!
How could he understand the 'Chatuo Wheel Blessing Mantra' from the scriptures? Where did he get so many profound insights?!
How could they be chosen for Daxueshan?!
I wish I could just beat you to death!"
Kang Xiong roared angrily, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he stared fiercely at the frightened and trembling three people on the ground.
Listen to what the master says,
The three monks' minds went blank.
They never thought that in the eyes of the three of them, a Buddhist who did not do his job properly and had no knowledge or skills could actually be selected by the Snowy Mountains!
What happened in the meantime that I don't know about?
"Master, forgive me!"
"My disciple sent people to monitor the Buddha every day.
Who would have known that the monks under my command would not work with all their heart!
When the disciples return, they must dig out the skulls of those people and make them into magical weapons..." Guang Yu lay on the ground, screaming miserably, begging Kang Xiong for mercy.
The other two monks in red also knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Kang Xiong, begging for forgiveness.
