My brother is so cunning.

Outside the main entrance of Lingxiao Palace is a cloud sea square, with a dragon-shaped stele in the center.

At this moment, Huanxi Luohan was hanging on the stele, roaring with grief and anger: "The two countries are at war and the envoys have not been killed yet, and the war has not started in the Heavenly Palace and Lingshan, 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 were star kings and heavenly kings from Jiejiao.

"Stop shouting. I'm letting you off easily by not beheading you. According to my opinion, I should sacrifice your head to the flag. Your Majesty doesn't allow it, so I can only give you a slight punishment." Wen Rui said coldly, "How many Arhats are there in your Western Religion? After the five hundred Arhats are dealt with, the eighteen Arhats pop up. Do you have to deal with them all so that you Arhats can have a conditioned reflex and dare not bare your teeth at this emperor again?" "Wen Rui, you harbor evil intentions, do perverse things, and disrupt the three realms. You will definitely be punished!" The happy Arhat glared at him. Although he was imprisoned, he did not fall into the nature of Vajra. He angrily rebuked Wen Rui, the number one traitor in the heaven. "Good, very spirited and very 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 tough on the outside, but I want to see if you can still be tough when you are punished."

The two fairies have now become Wen Rui's special executioners, and the white silk woven with the Xiayi technology has been proven in practice.

The pain of the soul caused by this thing is hard for gods and Buddhas to bear. The five hundred arhats who are known as the most tenacious, masculine, and resolute in the three realms cried like a group of little girls when they were whipped.

Wen Rui even doubted that if he had the opportunity to capture the Tathagata Buddha and tie him up and beat him, would he also be able to make him scream.

After all, there have been cases that have proven that the Buddha's tolerance for pain is not very high.

"Damn it, if you have the guts, really beat me. You know that I have a golden body and it is difficult for immortals to hurt me, but you actually asked fairies to hold white silk to humiliate me!"

The happy arhat thought that he would be beaten by a yellow-turbaned warrior holding a steel whip, but he waited for two delicate and weak fairies and saw that the so-called torture instruments were two light ribbons.

He immediately thought he saw through Wen Rui's trick.

It's called torture, but it's just a joke.

The Eighteen Arhats are much more advanced than the Five Hundred Arhats, and all of them have reached the state of indestructible golden body.

The scene of torturing the Happy Arhat who has achieved the golden body is the same as the public execution of Sun Wukong. No matter how hard you try, you can't kill him, and the only one who will be embarrassed is the one who is torturing.

Happy Arhat thought that the cunning Wen Rui had predicted this situation, so he specially found a fairy to tease him and humiliate him in public.

"Shameless, too shameless!"

Happy Arhat said angrily: "Although my Dharma name is Huanxi, it has nothing to do with Huanxi Zen. In order to ruin my reputation, you actually seduced me with women. Two female donors, I advise you to respect yourself. 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. They were obviously just here to beat people, pure manual laborers.

The self-indulgent Hua Monk dared to speak rudely to them, treating them as some kind of lowly and dissolute women who made money by lying down.

Wen Rui fell into thought on the side, and felt that the internal division of the Western Church was far more serious than he imagined.

After the five hundred Arhats were rescued by Duobao Tathagata, didn't they share the information about their torture with other Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas?

Could it be that the virtue of "a friend dies rather than a poor Taoist" is at work again, and after falling into the pit, he kept silent and waited for others to fall into the pit as well?

The two fairies looked as cold as frost. They had been planning to hit him hard, and now they had to add three points of strength to teach Happy Arhat a lesson.

The light white silk came to hit him, and Happy Arhat looked contemptuous, and put on a solemn and focused expression of meditation to prove his innocence, showing that he was a Taoist monk who had already seen through the truth that color is emptiness.

However, when the white silk fell on him, he just couldn't hold it back, and let out a strange cry, his slightly squinted eyes widened, and he looked at the two beautiful fairies in disbelief.

Why is it so painful?

He has never felt so painful in his life!

The one who hit him was obviously a little fairy who had no power to tie a dragon, and the torture instrument was two white silk ribbons, but it hurt him to the bone marrow, and he doubted his immortal life.

Then the second blow came, and the happy Arhat, who had been mentally prepared, clenched his teeth and warned himself not to cry out in pain again, otherwise his image of a suffering monk would be completely ruined.

"Aiya, ah, ah, ah..."

Ideals are full, reality is cruel. He deliberately held back his voice, but the instinctive reaction of his body and soul could not be held back. As a result, the screams from the conflict seemed quite enchanting and soul-stirring.

Others couldn't tell whether he was in pain or enjoying it.

"There's something wrong with this monk. He didn't seem to be beaten hard, so why did he scream so weirdly?"

"Humph, it's really as Emperor Wen said, the scum of the Western Church is righteous on the surface, but in fact, he is full of dirty and evil thoughts!"

"His Dharma name is Happy Arhat. Some of the names are wrong, and some of the Dharma names are not wrong. He must have a connection with the extremely disgusting Happy Zen Sect of the Western Church!"

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Happy Arhat wanted to die. If he was beaten to death on the torture platform, it would at least prove that the beating he received was much more severe than what the immortals saw.

It was definitely not as light as it looked on the surface.

Unfortunately, just like in reality, no matter how much anti-wolf spray is sprayed, it cannot kill healthy people. The sting on Xia Yi's soul is painful, but the damage to the physical body is infinitely close to zero.

The impact on the soul is far less than that of the Downfall Formation or the Seven Arrows Book of Nails. Expecting to be hurt to death on the spot is basically useless.

Pain that is worse than death is the norm.

The spirit of the happy Arhat gradually weakened, and he no longer deliberately suppressed his screams. The screams echoed over the Lingxiao Palace for a long time, causing the fairy birds in Yaochi to fly around in shock.

The screams outside Lingxiao Palace could be faintly heard in all the major immortal palaces in half of the heaven.

The Happy Arhat may not be the most miserable among the immortals who have been tortured in the past, but he is the one who screams the loudest.

The screams seemed to be unknowingly mixed with the Buddhist lion's roar technique.

More and more immortals gathered in the Lingxiao Palace Square, and many of them were melon-eating immortals who followed the sound and came to watch the excitement.

The lofty image of perseverance, strength, wisdom, and compassion that Western religion has always maintained in front of the gods in heaven gradually collapsed amidst these screams.

It was just a small punishment, so the number of whippings prescribed was not that many, only three thousand lashes.

To a mortal, three thousand whips can beat a person to a pulp, but to a deity, it only relieves an itchy skin and is not considered torture.

In just one hour, the three thousand whippings were completed, and Huanxi Arhat was screaming from the beginning to the end. He didn't stop until Bai Ling stopped.

Being so intolerant of beatings, even the Heavenly Palace Supervisor Weaver Girl who came to watch the excitement couldn't help but scorned: "The monks taught by the West are really thin and tender. Last time, I was punished by the Queen Mother for weaving the wrong pattern, and she beat me five thousand times." Whip, I didn’t scream so hard.”

The happy Arhat, who had calmed down a little, had just woken up. When he heard this sarcasm, his eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

His bald head turned red with embarrassment, and he wished he could find a crack in the clouds to crawl into. He truly experienced the feeling of social death on the spot.