Chapter 534 Social Death
Chapter 534 Social Death
Outside the main entrance of the Lingxiao Palace is a sea of clouds square with a coiled dragon stele in the center.
At this moment, the Happy Arhat was hanging on the Huabiao, roaring with grief and anger: "The two countries are at war and they don't kill the envoys. The war in the Heavenly Palace and Lingshan has not started yet, and you want to kill me?"
Wen Rui walked out of Lingxiao Palace with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of gods who came to watch the execution.
Most of them are star gods and heavenly gods from the Jiejiao sect.
"Stop yelling. I'm letting you off easy by not beheading you. In my opinion, I should sacrifice your head to the emperor. His Majesty won't allow it, so I can only give you a beating as a slight punishment."
Wen Rui said coldly, "How many Arhats are there in your Western Religion? After we dealt with the five hundred Arhats, eighteen more Arhats popped up. Do we have to deal with them all so that you Arhats will have a conditioned reflex and will not dare to show your teeth to this emperor again?"
"Wen Rui, you harbor evil intentions, do evil things, and disrupt the three realms. You will definitely be punished!"
Happy Arhat glared at him, although he was imprisoned, he did not lose his Vajra nature, and angrily denounced Wen Rui, the number one traitor in heaven, to his face.
"Good, very spirited and courageous."
Wen Rui praised lightly and nodded to the two fairies Yun Jiang and Yue Ying beside him, indicating that they could start.
"I've seen many monks who are stubborn. I want to see if you can still be stubborn when you are tortured."
The two fairies have now become Wenrui's exclusive executioners, and the white silk woven with the Xiayi technology has been proven in practice.
The pain in the soul caused by this thing was hard for even gods and Buddhas to bear. The Five Hundred Arhats, who were known to be the most tenacious, masculine, and resolute in the Three Realms, cried like a group of little girls when they were beaten.
Wen Ruidu wondered if he could catch Tathagata Buddha, tie him up and beat him up if he had a chance, would he be able to beat him until he screamed in pain.
After all, there are cases that have proven that the Buddha's tolerance for pain is not very high.
"Damn it, if you have the guts, come and fight me. You know that I have a golden body and cannot be hurt by immortals, yet you find a fairy holding a white silk to humiliate me!"
The Happy Arhat originally thought that he would be beaten by a yellow-turbaned warrior with a steel whip, but instead he was greeted by two delicate and fragile fairies, and saw that the so-called torture instruments were actually two light silk ribbons.
He immediately thought he had seen through Wen Rui's trick.
It's called torture, but it's actually a joke.
The Eighteen Arhats are much more advanced in cultivation than the Five Hundred Arhats, and all of them have reached the state of indestructible golden body.
To torture the Happy Arhat who has achieved the golden body would be like publicly executing Sun Wukong. No matter what means are used, he cannot be killed, and the only one who will be embarrassed is the one who performs the torture.
Happy Arhat was sure that the cunning Wen Rui had predicted this situation, so he deliberately found fairies to tease and humiliate him in public.
"Shameless, so shameless!"
Happy Arhat said angrily: "Although my Dharma name is Happy, it has nothing to do with the Happy Zen Sect. In order to ruin my reputation, you actually tempted me with women. Two female donors, I urge you to respect yourselves. I am devoted to Buddhism. Such teasing is meaningless. You are asking for trouble!"
Yun Jiang and Yue Ying raised their eyebrows and were immediately angered by the monk's words. It was obvious that they were just here to fight and beat people, pure manual laborers.
The self-conceited monk Hua Heshang actually dared to speak rudely to them, treating them as some kind of lowly and dissolute women who made money by doing nothing.
Wen Rui fell into deep thought, and felt more and more that the division within the Western Church was far more serious than he had imagined.
After the five hundred arhats were rescued by Duobao Tathagata, didn’t he share the information about their tragic torture with other arhats, bodhisattvas, and Buddhas?
Could it be that the virtue of "a friend's death is better than my own death" is at work, and that after falling into a pit myself, I kept silent about it and waited for others to fall into the pit as well?
The two fairies had frosty faces and had been planning to fight him hard. Now they would put in an extra effort to teach Happy Arhat a lesson.
The light white silk was waving at him, and the Happy Arhat looked disdainful, and put on a solemn and focused expression to prove his innocence, showing that he was a high monk who had already seen through the truth that color is emptiness. However, when the white silk fell on him, he couldn't hold it back, and let out a strange cry, his slightly narrowed eyes widened, and he looked at the two beautiful fairies in disbelief.
Why does it hurt so much?
He has never felt so much pain in his life!
The one who beat him was obviously a fairy who was powerless even to tie a dragon. The torture instruments were two white silk ribbons, but the pain went deep into his bones, so much so that he doubted his immortality.
Immediately afterwards, the second blow came. The Happy Arhat, who was already mentally prepared, clenched his teeth and warned himself not to cry out in pain again, otherwise his image as a suffering monk would be completely ruined.
"Aiya, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Ideals are great, but reality is cruel. Although one tries to hold back the sound, the body and soul cannot hold back their instinctive reactions. As a result, the screams emitted by the conflicting contradictions seem quite enchanting and soul-stirring.
Others couldn't tell whether he was in pain or enjoying himself.
"There's something wrong with this monk. He didn't beat him very hard, so why is he screaming so strangely?"
"Humph, it's just as Emperor Wen said, the scum of the Western religion is just righteous on the surface, but actually full of filthy evil thoughts!"
"His Dharma name is Happy Arhat. It may be a mistake to name him, but it is not a mistake to name him. He must have a connection with that disgusting Happy Zen sect of the Western religion back then!"
……
Happy Arhat wanted to die very much. If he was beaten to death on the torture platform, it would at least prove that the beating he suffered was far more cruel than what the immortals saw.
It is definitely not as light as it seems on the surface.
It’s a pity that just like in reality, no matter how much anti-wolf spray you use, it can’t kill a healthy person. Although Xia Yi’s soul is stung painfully, the damage to her physical body is infinitely close to zero.
The impact on the soul was far less than that from the Fallen Formation or the Seven Arrows Book, so there was basically no chance of expecting to die from the pain on the spot.
The pain is worse than death is the norm.
The Happy Arhat's spirit gradually became scattered, and he no longer tried to control himself from screaming. His miserable screams echoed over the Lingxiao Palace for a long time, startling the fairy birds in the Yaochi Lake and causing them to fly in panic.
Half of the major immortal palaces in heaven could faintly hear the screams outside Lingxiao Palace.
The Happy Arhat might not be the most miserable immortal who had been tortured in the Heavenly Palace over the years, but he was the one who screamed the loudest.
The screams seemed to be unconsciously mixed with the power of Buddhism's Lion Roar Kung Fu.
More and more immortals gathered in the Lingxiao Palace Square, many of whom were wandering immortals who came to watch the fun.
The lofty image of perseverance, strength, wisdom, and compassion that Western religion had always maintained in front of the gods in heaven gradually collapsed amid these screams.
It was just a slight punishment, so the number of lashes was not many, only three thousand.
For mortals, three thousand lashes would make a person smell like dirt, but for gods, it is just a temporary relief and cannot be considered torture.
In just one hour, the three thousand lashes were completed, and Happy Arhat screamed from beginning to end, and he only stopped screaming when the white silk stopped.
Even the Heavenly Palace Supervisor Weaver Girl who came to watch the fun couldn't help but despise him, saying, "Western monks are so delicate and tender. Last time I made a mistake in weaving patterns and was punished by the Queen Mother, she whipped me five thousand times, but I didn't scream so miserably."
The Happy Arhat, who had just recovered a little and come to his senses, heard this sarcastic remark, his eyes turned dark and he almost fainted.
His bald head turned red with shame and he wished he could find a crack in the clouds to crawl into. He truly experienced the feeling of social nirvana on the spot.
(End of this chapter)