Chapter 1280
Throwing that mysterious mountain of white bones behind, and away from the evil sea, all the people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the burial mourning is really buried underneath, then this is a terrible disaster.
Looking around, here is a barren demon soil. I don't know which world fell into the remains of Guihui. There are twisted dead trees everywhere. The knotted branches are entangled like dragons and snakes. Large and small, here must be a sacred forest before falling back into the market, and the scorched tall and strange tree is entwined with a strong sense of destruction.
I don't know how many years it has been honed to return to the ruins, these holy trees can still exist tenaciously, and even a trace of **** xìng remains.
Before falling into the ruins, the strange tree here must have been very powerful, the spiritual root of God xìng, but now only the remains of the spiritual root and holy tree are left. The avenue of destruction has distorted the shapes of these spiritual roots and transformed into a deep Connotation xìng, like the withered form of a dragon snake's teeth and claws.
The old monster corpse **** who drove the corpse sect was a little hairy and whispered to everyone: "It looks like a burial ground here!"
"Hurry away from this magic soil!" The bloodslayer demon urged.
"I seem to hear these trees crying!" Van Wujie struck a chill, he walked to a fallen tree stump lying on the ground and exposed the roots of the ground, like a giant black dragon Similarly, the dead wood is huge and unburied. Most of it is buried under the black magic soil, and the exposed part of the ground is like a hill. Fan Wujie brushed away the floating dust on the stump section, exposing the dense annual rings on it.
Vatican counted the annual rings above without a glance, and immediately took a breath. ,
The dense annual rings above are probably tens of thousands, and this is only the part exposed on the ground surface, and more than half of the cross section is still sinking in the ground.
And this is still a small strange tree!
"The spiritual root **** tree is not of ordinary age. The ancient **** tree is 500 years old for spring, 500 years old for autumn, and 2,000 years old for one year. The legendary big tree is also 8,000 years old. For spring, let's be eight thousand years old as autumn, and thirty-two thousand years old as one year! "Fan Wujie felt that this place was even more weird, making his back hairy.
"These strange trees can be destroyed for years without destruction.
"It has lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and how old is this **** tree for a year?"
"Even if it is based on the age of the ghost tree, two thousand years is one year ..." Yuan Yu Lao Dao pointed it out and said, "These **** trees have lived for at least hundreds of millions of years! Only with this magic soil Fall into the market! "
"Let's take a look! 'The blood slaughtering demon pushed them away and glanced at the annual rings of the wreckage of the **** tree ... The blood slaughtering devil's face sank, and he put his hand on the trunk of the **** tree. The scales of black sè split apart, and the hand feels like the dead body of a real dragon. The legs of the Blood Slaughter Demon are firmly rooted, and they pull up the fallen **** tree from the ground.
Everyone rushed up, counting their annual rings with their fingers.
"598,000, 326 rounds!" Someone soon figured out the exact number of annual rings, and the man said arrogantly: "I saw the changes in the flood climate ... he pointed to the outermost A few laps of annual rings: "There are traces of nine days of weak water, and the texture of the annual rings is relatively soft and wide, indicating that in the past few years, the **** tree has been soaked in some congenital true water suspected of being nine days weak. Fast, but the wood is damaged! "
"Gonggong can't touch Zhoushan with anger! The flood that Tianhe dumped!" All the people in the field fought a chill.
"Yi Shou! What can be here has something to do with the earth-shattering events that happened in Hong Huang!" Yuan Yu muttered in a low voice.
"Take the time when Gonggong's fury touched Zhoushan as the coordinate, when the sacred tree died ..." The blood slaughtering monarch calculated a few rings, but saw that the ranges were wider, and his face was paler. The annual rings are very close to the skin!
"After the flood, it is not far away from the floods! It is possible that these **** trees fell into the ruined avenues of the ruins and died when the floods broke."
Others pointed to the more detailed lap of the annual ring, about thousands of rounds: "This ring is very dense, indicating that the sacred tree grew very slowly, the climate was very cold, and it lasted a long time. It seems that there is also a trace on the wheel very similar to Xuanming Zhenshui, this Taikoo Avenue ... "
The man trembled and said, "Maybe the ancient times ... the cold ancient era!"
"How many years is the Cold Age?" The voice of the killer said dryly.
Everyone calculated with their fingers, Yuan Yu rushed back and said, "After the famine was broken, the moon and stars changed greatly, the galaxy was broken, and the time series and calendar changed greatly. The time of famine and the sky are different. The sky uses the Beidou time as the standard time system, and when converted, it will be about 6,000 yuan in the Ming Dynasty! "
Everyone immediately bowed their heads for a few years. "There are about 6,000 rounds ... This Shenmu will cost one yuan for one year!"
"This is 590,000 yuan, about 600,000 yuan! It is 72 billion years ..." Everyone heard this figure and could not help but numb their legs and looked at the sparse or sparse surrounding trees or branches. Knots, or twisted weird black sè ancient trees, looking at this dead magic land, as if someone was holding a knife against it.
This was once a land of gods for at least 72 billion years, but now it has become dead.
How many incredible spiritual roots and **** trees grow here, and what ancient secrets are buried?
When this **** tree was alive, what kind of magical light was shining between the branches and leaves, and what magnificent form and strong vitality it had before it? What was this **** earth like before it fell into the market? Because of it, it fell into the Guihui, a land that does not return to the Jedi, and was eventually wiped out of all creation, leaving only a deadly magic land.
What kind of great terror is buried here.
Whoohoo!
At this time, Vatican turned back stiffly. He seemed to hear the cry that transcended time and space. This voice is not male or female. It sounds like a zen chant, as if the power is chanting in weeping blood. Vague verses and crying. From the depths of time, it was like crying like a whistle, which can only be heard by Fan Wujie, who quietly moved Yuan Yu's clothes.
He leaned over and whispered, "Have you heard the cry from deep in time? It's right next to the tree!"
Yuan Yu's hair was frightened, and he whispered, "Don't be scary! Such a place is scary and can be dead!"
"I'm not scary ... I just heard this voice!" Van Wujie's nervous throat drooled.
The vague chanting and crying in his ears became more and more obvious, as if someone was crying and reading the Scriptures. The Sanskrit chanting was vague, and the crying nasal sound made it difficult for Fanatica Distinguishing what the voice was chanting, he felt something deep in time was coming towards him.
Yuan Yu saw that Fan Wucao was in a bad situation and hurried to pull him, but at this time there was a layer of cosmic light between them.
Brahma saw the dead sacred tree standing in front of his eyes, and re-rooted the root system into the magic soil, as if time and space were back in time, God xìng slowly recovered in front of him, and the old bark cracked like scales fell off, Bare white holy trunks are exposed, and the oval leaves are shining with divine light, like green jade emeralds.
The ancient tree is as strong as a dragon, and Brahma looked up, and the broken ancient tree has grown out of the incomplete part, but that part is only a ghost. In fact, all the light of God is just a ghost from the depth of time. It's as if the old days are reappearing.
In the veins of Jin Sè's veins, the lush branches of ancient trees completely suppressed the sky above Fan Wujie's head, covering the sky.
Divine light flows, this white tree is shining brightly!
But under the light of the god, the dead and dead wood is rooted in the shadow, as if the past and the present are overlapped, a splendid, holy, and dead and twisted, deadly like a magic, this extraordinary tree of God at this moment, In the eyes of Fan Wujie, a strange half-glorious posture was presented, and Fan Wujie's mind surged like a current.
"This is a linden tree!"
"I see!" Brahma heard the Sanskrit chanting of Zen in his ears instantly, and he understood that someone was crying and singing the Vajrayana.
Brahma saw the Bodhi tree slowly turning back to God, the white body of the vigorous dragon slowly twisted, and the towering Bodhi tree slowly twisted into a young monk in a white sè coat with the twist of the white trunk With his hands folded, he looked back at Vang Wujie, and Jin Sè's blood and tears flowed in his eyes!
Fan Wujie clenched his fists, almost choked with nervousness!
The monk in white slowly said, "Here is a tree for a lonely garden!"
"Goodness, goodness, and sacred bodhi, as Ru said, if you come to protect the bodhisattvas, and kindly instruct the bodhisattvas. Ru Jinhuan listen, speak for you. Good men and women, send Aldo Doro San Bo San Bodhi heart, should If you live, if you surrender your heart. But the world respects, and you would like to hear it. "The sound of the Sanskrit surrounding it is very clear.
Countless mysteries are manifested in the face of Brahman, as if the deity was saying it in person.
But Brahma was afraid to listen, because the Brahma sound also had a cry like magic, which was the manifestation of the avenue of destruction, and the monk transformed by the linden tree said, "Here is also free heaven!"
Fan Wujie finally couldn't help it. He felt countless truths and countless bad thoughts dig into his mind. He understood a lot in an instant. The monk in white was like a book without cover at all. The pages of the book, seeing its thoughts, thoughts, everything existed, but Brahma was scared and ran away.
Tear the time and go back to where it was.
Fan Wujie said in panic: "Don't rely on these ghost trees too close ... they have become jīng!"
Yuan Yu was puzzled by Van Wuluo, who suddenly appeared in front of him again. He was frightened when he saw Van Wuluo's face, and it was astounding that J 骇 ng told everyone: "These ghost trees are alive! Don't rely on them! Too close or you will be part of them! "
The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord and the Lifeless Master were startled, and flew back quickly. Jǐng watched the ancient tree half-fallen on the ground. Fan Wujie waved to everyone and said, "Leave which ghost trees are nearby, all Do n’t approach the trees! ”Everyone was taken aback. Although they did n’t know what was going on, they were still very good. A group of people gathered on the ancient ship of Xuanming. Jǐng watched around.
But there were still two or three silhouettes that did not move, including the corpse **** old man who drove the corpse sect. They stood in place without any change in their breath, but their faces were a little dazed, their expressions were just like waking up, with a touch of sluggish And muran.
"The Corpse God!" The Blood Slaughter Demon stared at those weird trees and yelled at the corpse old man: "What happened?"
"No ... I'm fine!" Said the old corpse **** slowly, his voice was very slow, as if it were squeezed out from the teeth between the words, this weird state, he said very well That's really the only ghost who believes!
The killer asked Fan Wuluo, "What happened? How do you know that those trees are wrong?"
"Here is the tree for the lonely garden!" In the first sentence of Van Wujie, all the Taoist monks faced no one, and someone asked with a trembling voice: "Buddha said, the shrine of the Buddhist gate that the world preached, the tree gives the lonely garden?"
The beginning of the Diamond Sutra is: If I smell it. At the moment, the Buddha was giving a lonely garden in the house of the guardian nation, with all the big buddhas, 1,250. When he was a king, he was dressed in clothes and bowls, and begged for food in Shewei. He had begged for the second time in his city, and even came to this place, eating food, closing the bowl, washing his feet, and sitting on the seat.
The tree to the lonely garden is one of the holy places of Buddhism. The holy place left by the relics of the real world has a status in Buddhism, just like the Hangu Pass of Xuanmen, Jade Mountain, Yuxu Palace, and the immortal sea of blood. The market is the same as the holy land, but it is one of the supreme holy places of the entire Buddhist gate. If this is a tree for the lonely garden, what are some Bodhi trees, even if the Buddha ’s corpse that was destroyed by the Buddha was transplanted here? It is normal!
They are a group of magic roads, and they ran to the holy place of other Buddhist gates. What is this?
The most terrible thing is, why did the tree give the Supreme Pure Land like the Lonely Garden in Guihui? Shizun's dojo? Why did you fall into the market?
Recall that they also found Xuanming's body before.
Everyone's hairs are upright!
The blood slaughter suppressed his nervousness, and said to the old man of the corpse god, "The corpse god! Who are you?"
"I'm ... a tree!" The old corpse **** slowly said: "I'm a tree!" His feet didn't move. At this time, people saw that the old corpse god's feet had been plunged into the magic soil. Below the wrist has become a deep root system, the dead appearance of the corpse **** is transforming away from a tree, his hands into branches, the body into a trunk, wrinkled skin is like the old bark.
Blood Tu took a deep breath and turned back: "They are not saved! We are leaving this ghost place!"
Fan Wujie's fright was undecided: "These trees are alive! They are not the kind of **** xìng spiritual roots in their lifetime, but they are in their bodies after being destroyed and robbed and killed, because of a strange creature born here. This kind of monster The monster understands us, so when I said it was crying, I heard a cry. "
"... Shut up!" No one said Yuan Yumian.
Brahma could not perceive his mind. At this time, Yuan Yu removed his body and let his eyes out, and all the ancient trees rooted in the surrounding magic soil were all recovered. They turned into a kind of half-ghost and half-demon monster, watching The bone bone magic ship, countless faint voices repeating the words of Wu Vanjie, saying: "Monster!"
"Body!"
"Strange ..."
"Be at ease ...!"
"The Styx!"
"What is life?"
"All sentient beings!"
Fan Wucai suddenly understood something. Here is a tree for a lonely garden. Before the flood and the broken land, the ancestors of the Styx River suppressed Luo in the Guixu, and Shakyamoni asked the Symphony to come to the tree. The lonely garden debates and talks about the difference between the demon and the Buddha, and clearly discerns the law between the demon and the Buddha.
This grand event is the third debate between the demon and the Buddha. This time, the Heihe went alone to participate. The world leader led 3,000 disciples to greet him, and the two sides argued in a tree for the lonely garden.
For seven days, the priesthood is complete and the Dharma is profound.
The Styx River did not fall into the wind. The two sides argued ternarily for a total of more than 30,000 years. Finally, they talked about the issue of "living beings." , Lan Wu yīn is known as beings. All sentient beings are different; Lan San Tu yīn is a sinful being, Lan Ren Tian yīn is a happy being, Lan Wuyin is a true saint, is a compassionate yīn priest, a resident, and a resident yīn.
Shizun is also known as: "Yu Sè is dyed with lingering, called the sentient beings; Yu Shou, thinks, acts, and knows dyed with lingering, called the sentient beings."
That is to say, people who have received, thoughts, actions, and consciousness are the beings.
In Minghe's understanding, all beings who have jīng divine activities such as receiving, thinking, doing, and consciousness, can perceive the objective world, and perform subjective jīng divine activities are all beings. So small worms, grasses, etc. can only feel, but not subjective thinking, without the concept of ‘I’, are those simple, humble lives beings?
So the ancestors of Minghe and Shizun jointly defined life.
Shizun believes that the origin is ignorance, and the phenomena that arise from the harmony of all predestinations are all beings. From this, the Ming River began to think about life ...
"What is life?" The three ancestors of the Brahma slowly and whispered: "Where is the limit of life? Where is the limit of life? How to distinguish between life and non-life?"
"Love is life!" Secret Blood Slayer monk sè said secretly: "The loved ones are cherished and obsessed with yù and sè. It is affectionate. If you ask for sèyù, love, like, thirst, persistence, persistence Fans are called affection. If you ask, accept, think, do, know, love, like, thirst, attachment, obsession, it is life! "
"Can plants be affectionate?" The killer's leader retorted calmly: "Ignorant and ignorant insects have affection?"
Yuan Yu looked at them with strange faces, and suddenly they were creepy. It wasn't that they were talking. This was the ghost ancestor of Heihe talking. He finally understood what the most dangerous thing was! This is the place where Shizun and Mozu argue, and it is full of Mozu's thoughts and his thoughts.
Now these thoughts have penetrated into their sea of metaphysics.
If Yuan Yu was not Da Luo, now like them, I suddenly understood the idea of the demon ancestors filled here www.wuxiaspot.com I comprehended some unpredictable secrets. There are still traces of the thinking of the demon ancestors in the Fa, so they will involuntarily realize that the thinking of the Minghe here is controlled by the thinking of the Minghe.
Yuan Yu can't help but realize something now, just like a boulevard, invisible and inexhaustible, full of people, and then can't help but realize ‘it’!
The avenue here is the idea of the Styx.
"Life is a variable that can create variables. What is not bound is life, and life is a variable!"
"The power to create different timelines is life!"
"Variables are a pseudo-proposition, and life can be controlled!"
"Life is a rich and possible phenomenon that naturally occurs during the development and change of the universe, with certain self-growth, reproduction, feelings, consciousness, will, evolution, interaction, etc.!"
The trees squirm into the roots of countless magic trees in the lonely garden. They set off the waves as if they separated the water surface. The black magic soil turns up like waves. The huge roots move underground. They whispered, telling the idea of the Ming River . The lifted magic soil reveals the things buried below, one after another, like the bones and bodies of gold, glazed glass, crystal.
Some of them are sitting cross-legged, some are down, some have their hands folded, and their heads hang down on their chests.
Other corpses are still struggling in front of them. There is a corpse even picking up the ground, keeping the attitude of crawling towards the direction where the Vatican has not robbed them. Many corpses have retained the final form that is fleeing the place. .
"This is the body of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!" Yuan Yu said in horror, seeing the numerous bones buried under the demon soil.
"There is no shortage of Da Luo Zhi, there are even those famous big bodhisattvas!"
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