After leaving the magical mountain of white bones behind and staying away from the evil sea, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the ancestral witch Xuanming buried below was really buried, it would be a disaster that broke the sky.

Looking around, there is a desolate demonic land. I don’t know which world falls into the wreckage of Guixu. There are twisted dead trees everywhere. The twisted branches are tangled like dragons and snakes, about the size of a giant python. Before falling into Guixu, there must be a holy forest, with a strong aura of destruction entangled on the scorched and tall monster trees.

I don’t know how many years have I experienced in Guixu here, these holy trees can still exist tenaciously, and even have a trace of divinity left.

Before falling into Guixu, the strange trees here must have been very powerful, with divine spiritual roots, but now only the remains of the spiritual roots holy tree. The Dao of Destruction distorts the forms of these spiritual roots and transforms into a dead form with profound demonic nature, like a dragon and snake with teeth and claws.

The old monster leader of the Corpse God Sect was a little scared and whispered to everyone: "This place looks like a piece of burial land!"

"Go away from this demonic land quickly!" The Blood Demon Slaughter urged.

"I seem to hear these trees crying!" Fan Wujie shivered and said. He walked to a tree that was lodged on the ground and half-dead, and the roots exposed on the ground were like a huge black poisonous dragon. The dead tree was huge and Wu Peng, and most of the dead trees were buried under the black demon soil. The part exposed on the ground was like a hill. Fan Wujie brushed away the dust on the cross section of the tree stump, revealing the dense rings on it.

Fan Wujie counted the annual rings above briefly and immediately took a breath of cold air.

There are probably tens of thousands of annual rings on it, and this is only the part exposed to the surface, with more than half of the cross section, still sinking into the ground.

And this is still a relatively small strange tree!

"The spiritual root divine tree does not take the ordinary year. In the ancient Ming Ling divine tree, five hundred years old as spring, five hundred years old as autumn, and two thousand years old as one year. The legendary Dachun divine tree even takes the spring, eight thousand years old as autumn, and three thousand years old as one year!" Fan Wujie felt that this place was even more strange, making him feel furious behind his back.

"These strange trees can be destroyed by the power of destruction for countless years, and their origins are extraordinary."

"It has lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and how old is this kind of sacred tree in one year?"

"Even if we count the years of the Ming Ling Divine Tree, two thousand years is a year..." Yuan Yu's old Taoist calculated with his fingers and said stutteringly: "These divine trees have lived for at least hundreds of millions of years! They have fallen into Guixu with this demonic land!"

"Let me take a look!" The Blood Demon Lord pushed them away and glanced at the annual rings of the remains of the divine tree... The Blood Demon Lord looked gloomy. He reached out and placed his hand on the trunk of the sacred tree. The rough bark cracked like black scales, and the hand felt like a zombie of a real dragon. The Blood Demon Lord rooted his legs and used force to pull up the lodged sacred tree from the ground.

Everyone rushed forward and counted the annual rings above with their fingers.

"Fifty-ninety-eight,326 wheels!" Soon someone calculated the specific number of annual rings, and the man said in a stern tone: "I saw the changes in the prehistoric climate... He pointed to the outermost circles of annual rings: "There are traces of the Nine Heavens Weak Water here, and the annual rings are soft and have a wide range, which means that the sacred tree was soaked in some kind of innate true water that was suspected to be Nine Heavens Weak Water. It grew faster, but the wood was damaged!"

"Gonggong's anger hits Buzhou Mountain! The flood poured into the sky!" Everyone present shuddered.

"You're young! How can everything here be related to the earth-shaking events that have happened in the prehistoric world!" Yuan Yu murmured in a low voice.

"Taking the time point when Gonggong's anger hits Buzhou Mountain as the coordinates, when the sacred tree dies..." The Blood Demon Lord calculated several annual rings, but saw that the annual rings with wide amplitude and light white color were already very close to the outer skin!

"After the flood, it was not far from the vast world to the vast world! In other words, these sacred trees may have fallen into Guixu and died by the destruction road when they were in the vast world? "

Someone pointed to the more delicate circle in the annual rings, about thousands of tracks: "This circle of annual rings is very dense, which means that the sacred tree grew very slowly at that time, the climate was very cold, and lasted for a long time. There seemed to be a trace of Taoism that was very similar to Xuanming True Water in the annual rings, such an ancient road..."

The man trembled all over and said, "It may be the ancient era of the Ming Dynasty... the ancient era of the cold era!"

"How many years has the Han Ancient Era been?" The leader of the Killing Sect said dryly.

Everyone pinched their fingers and calculated. Yuan Yu quickly replied: "After the broken wilderness, the sun, moon and stars change greatly, the galaxy is broken, and the timing and calendar have undergone tremendous changes. The time of the prehistoric day is different from the heavens. Currently, the heavens use the Beidou time as the standard time system. In the conversion, the ancient times of the Ming Dynasty have been around for about 6,000 yuan!"

Everyone immediately bowed their heads and several years rings, "There are about six thousand wheels... This divine tree is one yuan a year!"

"This is 590,000, about 600,000 yuan! It's 72 billion years..." Everyone couldn't help but feel numb when they heard this number. Looking at the sparse, sparse, or twisted branches, or twisted and strange black trees around them, looking at the dead magic land, it seemed as if someone was holding a knife behind them.

This once was a divine land that had existed for at least 72 billion years, but now it has become a dead place.

How many incredible spiritual root sacred trees are growing here, and what ancient secrets are buried?

When this sacred tree was still alive, what kind of wonderful divine light was shining between its branches and leaves, and what magnificent form and strong vitality it was in its lifetime? What exactly did this divine land look like before it fell into Guixu? Because of what, it fell into Guixu, a land of non-return, and was eventually wiped out all its fortunes, leaving only a dead and silent demonic land.

What kind of horror is buried here?

Woo woo woo woo woo!

At this time, Fan Wujie turned back stiffly, and he seemed to hear the crying across time and space. This sound was neither a man nor a woman, as if the Buddha's voice was singing Zen, as if the powerful was crying and chanting scriptures. The vague scriptures and crying sounds came from the depths of time, like crying and complaining. Only Fan Wujie could hear it. Fan Wujie quietly pulled the corner of Yuan Yu's clothes.

He leaned over and whispered, "Have you heard crying from the depths of time? Just next to this tree!"

Yuan Yu's hair was so scared that it stood up. He whispered: "Don't scare people! It's a terrifying place like this that can kill people!"

"I didn't scare people... I just heard this sound!" Fan Wujie swallowed nervously.

The vague sounds of chanting scriptures and crying like crying became more and more obvious in his ears, just as someone was crying and chanting scriptures. The chanting of scriptures in Sanskrit was originally vague, and the crying nasal sound made it difficult for Fan Wujie to tell what was chanting that sound. He felt something was coming to him in the depths of time.

Yuan Yu saw that Fan Wujie was in a wrong state, so he hurried to pull him, but at this time there was a layer of universe light between them.

Fan Wujie saw the dead divine tree standing up in front of him, and pierced the root system into the demonic soil again, as if time and space were flowing back, and the divine nature slowly revived in front of him. The old tree bark, which was cracked like scales, fell off, revealing the white and holy trunks. The oval leaves flashed with divine light, as clear as green jade.

The ancient tree was as vigorous as a dragon. Fan Wujie looked up and looked at it. The broken ancient tree had grown out of the broken part, but that part was just a phantom. In fact, all the divine light was just a phantom projected from the depths of time, as if the time of the past was reappeared.

In the golden veins, the lush branches of ancient trees completely suppressed the sky above Fan Wujie's head, covering the sky and the sun.

The divine light flows, and this white divine tree shines brightly!

But under the divine light, the dead dead tree was rooted in the shadow, as if the past and present overlapped together. A brilliant, holy and brilliant tree was withered and twisted, and a dead and silent like a demon. At this moment, this extraordinary divine tree was in the eyes of Fan Wujie, a strange posture of half-dried and half-thickness. Fan Wujie's mind was like an electric current, and a numbness rushed through him.

"This is a Bodhi tree!"

"I understand!" Fan Wujie instantly heard the sound of the Zen singing in his ears. He understood that it was someone crying in his ears. He was singing the Diamond Sutra.

Fan Wujie saw the Bodhi tree slowly turning back, and his white body as vigorous as a dragon slowly twisting. The towering Bodhi tree slowly turned into a young monk in a white black robes as the white trunk twisted. 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, and was so nervous that he almost suffocated!

The monk in white slowly spoke, "This is the Jetavana Garden for the Lonely Garden!"

"Good, good, Subhuti, as you said, the Tathagata protects and recites all Bodhisattvas and asks them to them. Now you listen carefully and tells you. Good men and women, who have developed the Anuttara Samyaksambodhi mind, should stay in this way and subdue their hearts. Only the World Honored One wishes to hear it." The sound of the Sanskrit sounds around it was very clear.

Countless wonderful truths and principles manifested in front of Brahma Wudao, as if the Buddha was preaching himself.

But Fan Wujie didn't dare to listen at all, because there was also a cry like a demon and a prison in the sound of the Brahma. It was the manifestation of the Great Way of Destruction. The monk transformed from the Bodhi Tree said: "This is also the Great Free Heaven!"

Fan Wujie finally couldn't help it. He felt countless truths and countless messy thoughts drilled into his mind. He understood a lot in an instant. This monk in white was like a book without any concealment. He let him open the pages and see its thoughts, thoughts, and all existences. Fan Wujie was frightened and ran away.

Tear the time and return to its original place.

Fan Wujie said in horror: "Don't get too close to these ghost trees... They have become spirits!"

Yuan Yu was confused by Fan Wujie who suddenly appeared in front of him again. When he saw Fan Wujie's face was frightened, he could be said to be shocked to warn everyone: "These ghost trees are alive! Don't get too close to them, otherwise they will become part of them!"

The Blood Demon Lord and the Wusheng Sect Master were both startled and flew back quickly. Looking at the half-fallen ancient tree, Fan Wujie waved his hand to everyone and said, "Don't get close to all the trees!" Everyone was startled. Although they didn't know what was going on, they were also doing good deeds. The group gathered on the Xuanming ancient ship and patrolled around vigilantly.

But there were still two or three figures without moving, including the old corpse god of the corpse sect. They stood there, their breath did not change at all, their faces were a little confused, and their expressions were as if they had just woken up, with a hint of dullness and wood.

"Corpse God!" The Blood Demon Lord stared at the strange divine trees and shouted to the old man named "What happened?"

"No...I'm fine!" The old man from the corpse god said slowly. His voice was very slow, as if he was squeezed out from his teeth word by word. He said this strange state was very good, and only ghosts believed it!

The leader of Killing Sect asked Fan Wujie: "What happened? How do you know that there is something wrong with those trees?"

"This is a tree for the Lonely Garden!" Fan Wujie's first sentence made all the demons and Taoist kings look unhappy. Someone asked in a trembling voice: "The Buddha preached the Dharma, the Buddhist holy land that the Buddha preached, only the tree for the Lonely Garden?"

The beginning of the Diamond Sutra is: So I heard it. At that time, the Buddha only gave birth to the Lonely Garden in the Kingdom of Shravas, and had a thousand,250 people with the great monks. At that time, the World Honored One, when he was eating, he put on his clothes and bowls, went to the Great City of Shravas to beg for food. He begged in the city in sequence, and returned to the original place. After the meal, he collected his clothes and bowls, washed his feet, and sat down.

The only tree to the Gloomy Garden is one of the holy places of Buddhism. It is truly a holy place left by the ruins of the World Honored One. Its status in Buddhism is just like the Hangu Pass of Xuanmen, Yujing Mountain, Yuxu Palace, the boundless blood sea of ​​the Demon Sect, and the Guixu Ming Land. It is one of the supreme holy places of the entire Buddhism. If this is the only tree to the Gloomy Garden, what is the number of Bodhi divine trees? Even if the two Brahma trees in Kushina City that the Buddha entered the destruction back then were transplanted here, it would be normal!

What is this what they are?

The most terrifying thing is that if you only give trees to the supreme pure land like Gloomy Garden, why did you find it in Guixu? The Buddha's temple? Why did you fall into Guixu?

Recalling that they seemed to have discovered Xuan Ming's corpse before.

Everyone's hair stood up!

Xue Tu suppressed his nervousness and said to the old man, "Corpsy God! Who are you?"

"I am... a tree!" The old man of the corpse god said slowly, "I am a tree!" His feet did not move. At this time, everyone saw that the old man of the corpse god's feet had pierced into the demonic soil, and the ankles had turned into deep roots. The dead appearance of the corpse god was transforming towards a tree. His hands turned into branches, his body turned into trunks, and his wrinkled skin was like an old bark.

Xue Tu took a deep breath and turned around and said, "They are out of help! Let's leave this ghost place!"

Fan Wujie was shocked and said: "These trees are alive! They are not the divine spiritual roots they had before their lives, but a kind of monster that was born here because of the strange thing they had born here. This monster can understand our words, so I said it was crying and I heard the crying."

"...Shut up!" Yuan Yu said with no expression on his face.

Fan Wujie couldn't touch his mind. At this time, Yuan Yu turned away and gave up his sight. He saw that all the ancient trees rooted in the demonic land around him had revived. They turned into a kind of half-ghost and half-demon monster. Looking at the white bone demon ship, countless faint voices repeated Fan Wujie's words, saying: "Monster!"

"Corpsy!"

"Strange..."

"Great Free Heaven..."

"River of Styx!"

"What is life?"

"Sentient beings, sentient beings!"

Fan Wujie suddenly understood something. This is the Garden of Glorious Destiny. In an era before the shattering world, the ancestor of the Styx suppressed Rahu in Guixu. Shakyamuni asked the River of Styx to come to the Garden of Glorious Destiny to discuss the sutras and teachings. One talks about the difference between demons and Buddhas, and distinguishes the laws between demons and Buddhas.

This grand event was the third debate between the demons and Buddhas. This time, the Styx went to attend alone, and the Buddha led three thousand disciples to welcome him. Both sides defended the merits in the Garden of Solitary Trees.

The Buddha preached the Dharma for seven days, and the Dharma was perfect and the Dharma was profound.

However, the Styx River was not inferior. Both sides argued for the three-way mortality, which was over 30,000 years old. Finally, when talking about the issue of "sentient beings", the Buddhist disciples believed that this word refers to ordinary people with ignorance and afflictions, who revolve in the world of life and death, and are generally called sentient beings. Sentient beings are different; they are attracted to the sins of the three paths, sins of suffering, sentient beings who receive the heavenly yin and enjoy the joy of sentient beings, and sentient beings who have no leakage, true saints of compassionate Yin, and sentient beings who are sentient beings who are eternal Yin and noble.

The World Honored One also said: "It is called sentient beings that are dyed in color; it is called sentient beings that are dyed in feeling, thinking, and consciousness. It is called sentient beings that are dyed in feeling, thinking, and consciousness."

That is, those who have feelings, thoughts, actions, consciousness and other consciousnesses, and are sentient beings.

In the understanding of Styx, all spiritual activities such as feeling, thinking, action, and consciousness, and those who can perceive the objective world and perform subjective spiritual activities are sentient beings. So small insects, plants and trees, such as Gu, can only feel them, but cannot think subjectively. Without the concept of "I", are those simple and humble lives sentient beings?

So the ancestor of the Styx and the World Honored One jointly define life.

The Buddha believed that ignorance arises from the ignorance of dependent origination and phenomena arise from the combination of all causes are sentient beings, so the Styx thus unfolded his thoughts on life...
To be continued...