Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 41: Go to the ruins of the ruins, the nameless horror, the thinking of the demon ancestor
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Leave the divine white bone **** mountain behind him, away from that shahai, all the people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if the burial underneath is really ancestral witch Xuanming, then it is a disaster that pierced the sky.
Looking around, there is a barren demon earth. I do n’t know which world fell into the remains of the ruins of the ruins. There are twisted dead trees everywhere, and the twisted branches are like dragons and snakes. The python is the same size. Before falling into the ruins, it must be a holy forest, and the scorched tall strange tree is surrounded by a strong atmosphere of destruction.
I do n’t know how many years have fallen into the ruins, these holy trees can still persist, and even a trace of divinity remains.
Before falling into the ruins, the strange tree here must have been a very powerful and divine spirit root, but now only the remains of the spirit root holy tree are left. The Destruction Avenue distorts the shape of these spirit roots and transforms. It becomes a kind of deep magic, just like the dead form of a dragon snake with open teeth and dancing claws.
The old monster corpse **** leader who drove the corpse sect felt a little hairy and whispered to everyone: "It looks like a burial ground here!"
"Hurry away from this demon earth!" Blood Slayer Mojun urged.
"I seem to hear these trees crying!" Fan Wuluo struck a chill, he walked to a fallen stump on the ground, in front of a stump that was already half-broken, and the roots exposed on the ground were like huge Like the black venomous dragon, the dead wood is huge, and most of it is buried under the black magic earth. The exposed part of the ground is like a hill. Fan Wujie brushed away the floating dust on the cross section of the stump, exposing the dense annual rings above.
Fan Wujie slightly counted the annual rings above, and immediately took a breath. ,
The dense annual rings above are probably tens of thousands of rounds, and this is only the part exposed on the surface, and more than half of the cross section is still sunk in the ground.
And this is a relatively small strange tree!
"The Spirit Root God Tree is not of ordinary age. The ancient Ming Spirit Tree took five hundred years as spring, five hundred years as autumn, and two thousand years as one year. The legendary Dachun God Tree is more Eight thousand years old is spring, eight thousand years old is autumn, and three thousand years old is one year! "Fan Wujie feels that this place is even more weird, making him hairy behind his back.
"These strange trees can be destroyed and destroyed by unknown forces for many years, and their origins are extraordinary."
"It has lived at least hundreds of thousands of years, and how old is this **** tree for a year?"
"Even if it is calculated based on the age of the ghost tree, two thousand years old is a year ..." Yuan Yu Lao Dao pinched his finger and said, "These **** trees have lived at least hundreds of millions of years! The magic earth fell into the ruins together! "
“Let ’s take a look! 'The Blood Slayer Demon King pushed them away and glanced at the annual rings of the wreckage of the God Tree ... The Blood Slayer Demon King's face was somber, he reached out and placed it on the trunk of the God Tree, the rough tree The skin is split like black scales, and it feels like the dead body of a real dragon. The legs of the Blood Slayer Demon King are firmly rooted, and the fallen **** tree is pulled up from the ground.
Everyone swarmed up and broke the annual ring above the finger.
"Fifty-nine thousand three hundred and twenty-six rounds!" Someone soon figured out the specific number of annual rings, and the person said with a tone of gratitude: "I saw the changes in the flood and climate ... He pointed to the most A few circles of annual rings on the outer layer: "Here are the marks of the nine-day weak water, and the texture of the annual rings is relatively soft and the width is relatively wide, indicating that the **** tree was soaked in some kind of congenital real water suspected of the nine-day weak water in those years. , Grow faster, but the wood is damaged! "
"The Gong Gong anger can't touch Zhoushan! The big flood that Tianhe dumped!" All the people at the scene fought a chill.
"Yu Shou! How can anything here be related to the earth-shattering events that happened in the wilderness!" Yuan Yu whispered.
"Taking the time point when Gong Gong's anger doesn't touch Zhoushan as the coordinate, when the **** tree dies ..." Blood Slayer Demon Counted a few annual rings, but saw that the widths were wider and the colors were lighter Bai's annual ring is very close to the outer skin!
"After the Great Flood, it will not be far from the break of the flood! That is to say, these **** trees may have fallen into the ruins of the ruins of the ruins of the ruins when the flood was broken?"
Some people pointed to the denser circle of the annual ring, about thousands of wheels: "This circle of annual rings is very dense, indicating that the **** tree was growing very slowly at the time, the climate was very cold, and it lasted very long. Long, it seems that there is a road mark very similar to the Xuanming true water in this annual ring, this kind of Taikoo Avenue ... "
The man shivered and said: "It may be an ancient age ... cold ages!"
"How many years are there in the Cold Ancient Era?"
Everyone pinched their fingers and calculated, Yuan Yu replied: "After the Honghuang shattered, the sun, the moon, and the stars changed greatly, the galaxy shattered, and the timing and calendar have undergone tremendous changes. At present, the heavens take Beidou time as the standard time system. In terms of conversion, the ancient times are about six thousand yuan long! "
Everyone immediately bowed their heads for several years-"There are about six thousand rounds ... This **** tree takes one yuan for one year!"
"It's 590,000, about 600,000 yuan! It's 72 billion years ..." Everyone heard this number and couldn't help but numb their legs and looked at the sparse surrounding, Or the twigs, or the quirky black ancient tree, looking at this piece of dead magic soil, as if someone was holding a knife against the back.
This was once a land of gods that had existed for at least 72 billion years, but now it has become a dead ground.
How many incredible trees of spirit roots grow here, and what ancient secrets are buried?
When this **** tree is still alive, what kind of wonderful light is shimmering between the branches and leaves, and what magnificent form and strong vitality was it in its lifetime? What did this divine land look like before it fell into the ruins? For what reason, it fell into the non-returning Jedi of Guixu, and was eventually wiped out of all creation, leaving only a dead magic land.
What kind of horror is buried here.
Oh!
At this time, Fan Wujie looked back stiffly. He seemed to hear crying across time and space. The voice was not male or female. With a cry, from the depths of time, if weeping like a complaint, only Fan Wujie could hear it, and Fan Wujie quietly pulled Yuan Yu's clothes corner.
He leaned in and whispered: "Have you heard crying from the depths of time? Just beside this tree!"
Yuan Yu's hair was scared upright, and he whispered: "Don't be scary! This kind of place is scary and will kill!"
"I'm not scary ... I just heard this voice!" Fan Wujie swallowed nervously.
The vague chanting and crying crying in his ears are becoming more and more obvious, as if someone is crying and reading the Scriptures. The Sanskrit chanting is inherently vague, and the crying nasal sound makes Van Gogh no longer. It was hard to tell what the voice was chanting, and he felt that something was coming towards him deep in time.
Yuan Yu saw that Fan Wujie was in a wrong situation and hurried to pull him, but at this time there was a layer of light between them.
Fan Wujian saw the dead **** standing in front of his eyes, and re-entered the root system into the magic earth, as if going back in time and space, the divinity slowly recovered in front of him, and the old black bark cracked like scales Shedding, revealing a white holy tree trunk, oval leaves shone with divine light, as clear as green jadeite.
An ancient tree is as vigorous as a dragon, and Fan Wujie looks up, and the broken old tree has grown a torn part, but that part is just a ghost, in fact, all the divine light is just the shadow projected from the depths of time Shadow, as if the old days are reappearing.
In the golden veins and shadows, the lush branches of the ancient trees completely suppressed the sky above the head of Brahma, and covered the sky.
The divine light circulates, this white divine tree is shining brightly!
But under the divine light, the dead wood is rooted in the phantom, as if the past and the present overlap, a splendid and splendid, holy and bright, a dead and twisted, dead and like a devil, this moment is extraordinary In the eyes of Fan Wujie, the god's gods showed a strange gesture of half-dry and half glory, and the brain of Fan Wujie surged like a current.
"This is a bodhi tree!"
"I know!" Fan Wujie instantly heard the Sanskrit chants in his ears. He understood them. Someone was crying and singing "Vajrayana".
Wan Wujian saw the bodhi tree slowly turning back, the white body vigorous as the dragon slowly twisted, and the towering bodhi tree slowly turned into a young man in a white robe with the white trunk twisting The monk, he folded his hands together and looked back at Fan Wujie, with golden blood and tears flowing in his eyes!
Fan Wujie clenched his fists tightly, almost suffocating nervously!
The white monk slowly said, "This is a tree for the lonely garden!"
"Sai Za Shan Zai, Xu Bo Ti, as Ru said, if you come to protect all Bodhisattvas, and give advice to all Bodhisattvas. You listen to this, and say it as Ru. Good men and good women, send Amitoro Sanliu San The bodhichitta should live as if it were subdued. Only the world venerable, willing to listen to the music. "The Brahma sounds all around are very clear.
Countless myths and truths are manifested in front of Brahma Wuji, as if the World Lord is speaking in person.
But Brahma Wuji did n’t dare to listen at all, because there were cries like magic in prison in the Sanskrit, that was the manifestation of the destruction of the avenue, and the monk said by the bodhi tree: "This is also a great freedom!"
Fan Wujie finally couldn't help it, he felt countless reasons, countless messy thoughts drilled into his mind, he understood a lot in a flash, this white monk was like a book with no cover at all, let him Turning over the pages of the book, I saw its thoughts, thoughts, everything exists, but Fan Wujie was scared and ran away.
Tear away the time and return to its place.
Fan Wujie said in horror: "Don't rely on these ghost trees too close ... they are already refined!"
Yuan Yu was flabbergasted by Fan Wujie who suddenly appeared before him again. He saw Fan Wujie's face in horror, and he could be said to be shockingly warning everyone: "These ghost trees are alive! Don't rely on They are too close, or they will become part of them! "
Blood Slaughter Demon King and Master Wusheng were both startled and flew back quickly, watching the ancient trees that were half down on the ground. Fan Wujie waved to everyone and said, "Which ghost trees left near?" Do n’t get close to all the trees! ”Everyone was taken aback. Although they did n’t know what happened, they were also good at it. A group of people gathered on the ancient ship of Xuan Ming and looked around.
However, there are still two or three silhouettes who have not moved, including the old corpse **** who drives the corpse sect. They stand there intact, their breath has not changed, but their face is a little dazed, the expression is like just waking up, with A trace of dullness and indecision.
"Corpse!" The blood-slaying demon stared at those weird gods and shouted at the old corpse god: "What happened?"
"No ... I'm fine!" The old corpse master said slowly, his voice was very slow, just like it was squeezed out of the teeth between words, this strange state, he Well said, that really only ghosts believe it!
The life-killing leader asked Fan Wujie: "What happened? How do you know there are problems with those trees?"
"Here is a tree for the lonely garden!" The first sentence of Fan Wujie left all the demons and Daoists faceless, and some people quivered and asked: "The Buddha said that the Buddhist shrine where the world preached, only the tree for the lonely garden? "
The beginning of the Diamond Sutra is: If I smell it. At one time, the Buddha only gave trees to the Lonely Garden in the Shewei Kingdom, and it was with the people of the Great Bhikkhus, with 1,250 people. The world sage, wearing clothes and holding a bowl when eating, begged for food in Weicheng. In his city, he became the second beggar and returned to the place. The food was served, the mantle was collected, the feet were washed, and the seat was put on.
The only tree for the Solitary Garden is one of the Buddhist shrines. The real holy place left by the remains of the world, in the Buddha ’s gate, is like the Xuanmen ’s Hangu Pass, the Jade Mountain, the Jade Emperor Palace, and the magic gate. The sea of blood, like the ruins of the ruins, is one of the supreme holy places of the entire Buddha. If this is a tree for the lonely garden, there are a few bodhi trees, even if the Buddha died in the city of Brahma. It is normal to be transplanted here!
They were a group of magical enemies, and they ran to the holy ground of others' Buddhist temples. What is this?
The most terrifying thing is, why only find the supreme pure land like a lonely garden in a tree, why is it found in Guixu? Sejong's dojo? Why did it fall into the ruins?
Recall that they seem to have found Xuan Ming's body before.
Everyone ’s hairs are standing upright!
Blood Slaughter suppresses his nervousness and says to the old corpse god: "The corpse god! Who are you?"
"I am ... a tree!" The old corpse **** said slowly: "I'm a tree!" His feet didn't move. At this time, many people saw that the old corpse god's feet had been plunged into the magic earth In the middle, the ankle has been turned into a deep root system, the decayed appearance of the corpse **** is going to a tree, his hands are turned into branches, his body is turned into a trunk, and his wrinkled skin is like old bark .
Xue Tu took a deep breath and turned back: "They are not saved! We are leaving this ghost place!"
Fan Wujie's horror was undecided: "These trees are alive! Not the divine spirit roots of their lifetime, but a monster that was born in their corpses because of the weirdness here after they were destroyed and destroyed. This monster can understand our words, so I said it was crying, and I heard crying. "
"... Shut up!" Yuan Yumian said indifferently.
Fan Wujie did n’t know his mind. At this time, Yuan Yu moved his body away and looked away, and he saw the ancient trees rooted in the surrounding demon earth, all of which were recovered, they turned into a kind of half ghost and half demon monster. , Looking at the bone-boned ship, countless faint voices repeated the words of Brahma Wuji, saying: "Monster!"
"Corpse!"
"Strange ..."
"Great freedom ...!"
"Styx!"
"What is life?"
"Sentient beings, love!"
Fan Wujiao suddenly understood something. This is a tree for the lonely garden. In an era before the fragility, the ancestor of the Stygian River suppressed Luo Sui in the ruins of the ruins. Shakyamuni asked Styx When I came to Zhishu, I argued with the lonely garden, discussing the difference between the devil and the Buddha, and clearly discerning the rules between the devil and the Buddha.
This event is the third debate between the devil and the Buddha. This time, Stygian went alone to participate. The world leader led three thousand disciples to greet. The two sides debated in the only tree to the lonely garden.
The Seventh Day of the World Sect Master Dharma, the law is perfect and the Dharma is high.
The Stygian River did not go down. The two sides had a three-pronged argument, a total of more than 30,000 years. Finally, they talked about the issue of "all beings". The disciples of the Buddha said that this word refers to the ignorance of troubles, the transfer of life and death Fans of the realm, Wuyintong are called sentient beings. All sentient beings are different; all three sentient beings suffer from sin, all sentient beings receive pleasure from the heavens, all sentient beings who live without leaking yin, all sentient beings who embrace the compassion of Yin, and all living beings who live in the Yin dynasty are extremely sentient.
Sovereign is also known as: "Yu is dyed and lingered, called the sentient beings; Yushou, thoughts, actions, and consciousness is dyed, and called the sentient beings."
In other words, those who have knowledge, thoughts, actions, knowledge, etc., are derived from all beings.
In the understanding of Stygian, it is all sentient beings who possess spiritual activities such as experience, thought, behavior, and consciousness, can perceive the objective world, and perform subjective spiritual activities. So tiny bugs, plants, etc. can only feel, but not subjectively think, without the concept of ‘I’, are those simple, humble lives being sentient beings?
Therefore, the ancestor of the Stygian River and the world lord will define together to define life.
Sovereign believes that the cause of ignorance is ignorance, and that the phenomena arising from the harmony of all the congregations are all sentient beings, and Stygian starts to think about life ...
"What is life?" The three ancestors of the Vatican said slowly, "Where is the limit of life? Where is the limit of life? How to distinguish between life and non-life?"
"Love is life!" The blood-slaying demon king's expression secretly said: "The lovers are attached to the desires, desires, and desires. If they have desires, desires, cravings, likes, cravings, attachments, , Perseverance, so it is called affection. If you have feelings, thoughts, actions, desires, cravings, likes, cravings, perseverance, perseverance, it is life! "
"Grass and trees can be sentimental?" The killer leader replied calmly: "Is the ignorant and ignorant insect sentimental?"
Yuan Yu looked at their strange faces one by one, and suddenly they were creepy. This was n’t what they were talking about. This was the talking of the Sage Devil Sect, and he finally understood what was the most dangerous here! This is the place where the world lord and the demon ancestors debate. This place is full of devil ancestor Sage's thinking and his thoughts.
Now these thoughts have penetrated into their primordial consciousness.
Yuan Yu was not Da Luo, and now they are just like them, and they suddenly understood the ideas of the devil ancestors here, and realized some unpredictable mysteries, the avenues of their enlightenment, and the practices they practiced. There are still traces of Mozu's thinking, so you will involuntarily realize that Singhe's thinking here is controlled by Singhe's thoughts.
Yuanyu can't help comprehending something now, just like the road, invisible and invisible, flooding around him, and then involuntarily comprehend it!
The avenue here is the idea of Styx.
"Life is a variable, you can create a variable, the life that is not constrained is life, and life is a variable!"
"The power to create different timelines is life!"
"Variable is a pseudo-proposition, life can be controlled!"
“Life is a type of phenomenon that naturally occurs during the development and change of the universe and has certain self-growth, multiplication, sensation, consciousness, will, evolution, interaction, etc.!”
The only tree creeps on the root system of countless magic trees in the lonely garden. They lift up the earth waves like separating the water surface. The black magic soil is like turning waves. The huge root system is moving underground. They whispered and told me River idea. The raised magic earth reveals what is buried below, one after another like gold, glaze, crystal bones and corpses.
Some of them sit cross-legged, some succumb, some have their hands folded, and their heads hang down on their chests.
There are still corpses that are struggling in front of them. There is a corpse even pulling on the ground, keeping a posture of crawling in the direction of Fan Wuluo coming over them. Many corpses are still escaping from this place. The final form.
"This is the corpses of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!" Yuan Yu was frightened when he saw the countless corpses buried under the demon earth.
"There is no shortage of Da Luo Venerable, there are even some famous big Bodhisattvas!"