Fantasy World Transmigration - 1259. Chapter 1259 Returning to the Demon Land of the Ruins, Nameless Terror, Thoughts of the Demon

Throwing the mysterious white bone mountain behind, away from the evil sea, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the ancestor Wu Xuanming was buried underneath, it would be a disaster that pierced the sky.

Looking around, here is a barren magical land. I don’t know which world fell on the wreckage of Guixu. There are twisted dead trees everywhere, and the knotted branches are like dragons and snakes entangled together, like a giant python. The size, before falling into the ruins, this place must be a sacred forest, the scorched tall strange tree is entwined with a strong aura of destruction.

I don’t know how many years after falling into the ruined market, these sacred trees can still exist tenaciously, and even a trace of divinity still remains.

Before falling into the ruins, the strange trees here must have been very powerful and divine spiritual roots, but now only the remains of the corpses of the sacred tree of spiritual roots are left. The Road of Destruction has distorted the form of these spiritual roots and transformed them into a deep The magical nature is like the withered form of a dragon and a snake’s teeth and claws.

The old monster corpse god leader who drove the corpse sect was a little hairy in his heart, and whispered to the people: “This looks like a piece of burial ground!”

“Hurry up and stay away from this magical land!” Xuetu Demon Lord urged.

“I seem to hear these trees crying!” Fan Wujie shivered. He walked to a tree stump that had fallen on the ground and was half-remaining. The roots of the tree exposed on the ground were like a huge black poisonous dragon. , Withered wood is huge and without friends, most of it is buried under the black magic soil, and the part of the exposed ground is like a small hill, Brahma Wujie wiped away the dust on the section of the stump, exposing the dense annual rings on it.

Brahma Wujie briefly counted the annual rings on it, and immediately took a breath. ,

There are probably tens of thousands of dense annual rings above, and this is only the part that is exposed on the surface, and more than half of the cross-section is still sinking in the ground.

And this is still a relatively small weird tree!

“The sacred tree of spiritual roots is not based on an ordinary age. The ancient god tree of the gods of the gods is five hundred years old as spring, five hundred years old as autumn, and two thousand years old as a year. And the legendary Dachun sacred tree is eight thousand years old. It’s spring, 8,000 years old as autumn, and 32,000 years old as a year!” Fan Wujie felt that this place was even more weird, making him hairy behind his back.

“These strange trees can be destroyed by the power of destruction for an unknown number of years, and their origins are extraordinary.”

“It has lived for hundreds of thousands of years at least, but how old is this sacred tree as a year?”

“Even if you count the years of the sacred tree of the Underworld, two thousand years are a year…” Old Taoist Yuan Yu pinched and slapped his tongue: “These sacred trees have lived for hundreds of millions of years at least! Fall into the ruins!”

“Let me take a look!” Blood Slaughter Demon Lord pushed away the two of them and glanced at the growth rings of the sacred tree wreck… Blood Slaughter Demon Lord looked gloomy, he reached out and put his hand on the sacred tree trunk, the rough bark was like black. The scales cracked open, and the hand felt like the dead body of a real dragon. The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord took root with his legs and forcefully pulled the fallen sacred tree from the ground.

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

“Five thousand ninety-eight thousand, three hundred and twenty-six rounds!” Someone soon calculated the specific number of annual rings, and the person said in a sharp tone: “I have seen the changes in the prehistoric climate… He pointed to the outermost one. A few laps of the annual ring said: “There are marks of the weak water of the nine days here, and the texture of the annual rings is relatively soft, and the amplitude is relatively wide. Fast, but the wood is damaged! ”

“Gonggong angered the mountain! The flood of Tianhe dumping!” All the people present shivered collectively.

“Yaoshou! Nothing here can be related to the earth-shattering events that happened in Honghuang!” Yuan Yu whispered.

“Take the point in time when Gonggong angered the mountain as a coordinate, when the sacred tree died…” The Blood Tu Demon Lord calculated a few annual rings, but saw those years with a wider range and a paler color. The wheel is already very close to the skin!

“After the great flood, it is not far from the destruction of the wilderness! That is to say, these sacred trees may have fallen into the ruins of the ruined ruins and died when they were destroyed?”

Others pointed to the finer ring of the annual rings, about thousands of rings said: “This ring of annual rings is very dense. There seems to be a Dao mark very similar to Xuanming True Water engraved in the wheel, this kind of Taigu Dao…”

The person trembled and said, “It may be the Minggu Era… the Cold Era!”

“How many years is the Cold Ancient Era?” The killing leader said dryly.

Everyone pinched their fingers to calculate, Yuan Yu rushed to reply: “After the predicament was broken, the sun, moon, and stars changed greatly, and the Milky Way was broken. The timing and calendar have undergone tremendous changes. The sky is based on Beidou time as the standard time system. When converted, it will last about six thousand yuan in the Minggu Era!”

Everyone immediately bowed their heads for a few annual rings–“There are about 6,000 rings…This sacred tree will last for one year at one yuan!”

“This is five hundred and ninety thousand, about six hundred thousand yuan! It’s 7.2 billion years…” When everyone heard this number, they couldn’t help but feel their legs numb, looking at the sparseness or branches around them. The Qiu Knot, or the weirdly twisted black ancient tree, looked at this deadly magical soil, as if someone was holding a knife against it.

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

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

When this sacred tree was still alive, what kind of wonderful light gleamed among the branches and leaves, and what kind of magnificent form and strong vitality was it before it was alive? What exactly was this piece of sacred soil before it fell into the ruins? It fell into the inexorable land of Guixu for some reason, and was eventually obliterated by all good fortune, leaving only a piece of deadly magical land.

What kind of horror is buried here.

Oh oh oh!

At this time, Brahma Wujie turned his head stiffly. He seemed to hear a cry that spanned time and space. This voice was neither male nor female, as if Buddha’s music sings in Zen, as if power is crying and chanting, vague scriptures and crying. , Coming from the depths of time, like weeping like a complaint, only Brahma Wujie can hear it, and Fanwujie quietly pulled the corner of Yuan Yu’s clothes.

He leaned over and said in a low voice, “Did you hear the crying from the depths of time? Right next to this tree!”

Yuan Yu’s hair was so scared that he stood upright, and he whispered: “Don’t be scary! This kind of place is scary and deadly!”

“I’m not scary… I just heard this sound!” Fan Wujie swallowed nervously.

The vague sound of chanting and crying in his ears became more and more obvious, as if someone was crying and chanting. The Sanskrit chanting was inherently vague, and the crying nasal sound made it difficult for Brahma to be innocent. Recognizing what the voice was chanting, he felt something coming towards him in the depths of time.

Yuan Yu saw that Fan Wujie’s situation was not right, and hurried to pull him, but at this time there was already a layer of cosmic light between them.

Fan Wujie saw the dead sacred tree stand up in front of him, and pierced the root system into the magic soil again, as if time and space flowed back, the divinity slowly recovered in front of him, and the old black bark that was cracked like scales fell off and exposed. The white sacred trunk, the oval leaves gleaming with divine light, as clear as the green emerald.

The ancient tree is as vigorous as a horned dragon. Brahma Wujie raised his head and looked up. The broken part of the ancient tree has grown, but that part is just a phantom. In fact, all the divine light is just a phantom projected from the depths of time, as if The time of the past reappears in general.

In the golden veins and shadows, the luxuriant branches of ancient trees completely suppressed the sky above Brahma Wujie, covering the sky and the sun.

The sacred light is flowing, and this white sacred tree is shining brightly!

But under the divine light, the dead tree is rooted in the phantom, as if the past and the present overlap, a tree is brilliant and holy, a tree withered and twisted, and death is like a demon. At this moment, this extraordinary tree, In the eyes of Brahma Wujie, a strange posture of half withered and half glorious appeared, and the mind of Brahma Wujie was trembling like an electric current.

“This is the Bodhi tree!”

“I know!” Fan Wujie instantly heard the Sanskrit sound of Zen singing in his ear, and he understood it. It was someone singing the “Diamond Sutra” with weeping blood.

Brahma Wujie saw the Bodhi tree slowly turning back to God, its white body as vigorous as a horned dragon slowly twisting, and the towering Bodhi tree slowly turning into a young monk dressed in white robes with the twisting of the white trunk. Put your hands together and look back at Brahma Wujie, golden blood and tears flowed in his eyes!

Fan Wujie clenched his fists, almost suffocated with tension!

The white-clothed monk slowly opened his mouth and said, “This is a tree for the lonely garden!”

“Good is good, Subhuti, as you said, the Tathagata protects all the Bodhisattvas, and gives good advice to all Bodhisattvas. If you listen to this, you should speak for you. Good men and good women send the three Bodhisattva minds of the three scorns of the three bodhisattva, should If you live like this, so subdue your heart. But Blessed One, I would like to hear it.” The Sanskrit sounds around me are already very clear.

Countless truths and truths were manifested in front of Brahma Wujie, as if the Blessed One was speaking in person.

But Brahma Wujie didn’t dare to listen at all, because in the Sanskrit sound there was a cry like a demon like a prison, that is the manifestation of the destruction of the road, the monk transformed by the bodhi tree said: “This place is also in the sky!”

Brahma Wujie finally couldn’t help it. He felt countless truths, countless messy thoughts and then drilled into his mind. He understood a lot in an instant. This white-clothed monk was like a completely undisguised book, let him turn the pages of the book. , Seeing its thoughts, thoughts, and all existence, Brahma Wujie was scared and ran away.

Torn time, return to the original place.

Fan Wujie said in horror: “Don’t lean too close to these ghost trees…They are already refined!”

Yuan Yubei suddenly appeared in front of him and was puzzled by Fan Wujie. He saw that Fan Wujie looked horrified. It can be said that he warned everyone in amazement: “These ghost trees are alive! Don’t get too close to them. , Or it will become a part of them!”

Both the Blood Slaughter Demon Lord and Wusheng Guru were taken aback, and quickly flew back, watching the half-fallen ancient tree vigilantly. Fan Wujie waved his hand and said to everyone: “Which ghost trees to leave? Don’t get close to the trees!” Everyone was taken aback. Although they didn’t know what happened, they were kind to them. The group gathered on the ancient Xuanming boat and patrolled the surroundings vigilantly.

However, there were still two or three figures that did not move, including the old corpse god who drove the corpse sect. They stood on the spot, their breath did not change, but their expressions were a bit dazed, and their expressions were as if they had just woken up, with a trace of sluggishness. Dumb.

“Scorpion God!” Xuetu Demon Lord stared at those weird sacred trees, and shouted to the corpse god old man: “What happened?”

“No…I’m fine!” The old corpse god said slowly, his voice was very slow, as if word by word was squeezed out of his teeth, this weird state, he said it was good , That really only ghosts can believe it!

The Master of Killing asked Brahma Wujie: “What happened? How do you know that there is something wrong with those trees?”

“This is the only tree for the Lonely Garden!” The first sentence of Fan Wujie made all the demon masters look indifferent, and someone tremblingly asked: “The Buddha said that the Buddhist holy land where the Blessed One preached, only the tree is for the Lonely Garden?”

The beginning of the Diamond Sutra is: So I heard it. For a time, the Buddha was only a tree in the solitary garden in the kingdom of Savim, and there were two hundred and fifty people with the great bhikkhus. The Blessed One of Ershi, dressed in clothes and holding bowls when eating, went to the dormitory to guard the city and beg for food. Begging for the second time in his city, return to this place, eat food, collect clothes and bowls, wash his feet, and sit while sitting.

The only tree is one of the sacred places of Buddhism. It is a sacred place left by the relics of the World Honored One. Its position in Buddhism is like Hangu Pass of the Xuanmen, Yujing Mountain, Yuxu Palace, and the boundless blood sea of the Demon Gate. It is the same as returning to the ruins, but it is one of the most supreme sacred places in the entire Buddhism. If this is only a tree for the solitary garden, there are a few bodhi trees that are nothing, even if the Buddha’s extinction in the city of Kusina city, the Salah double tree was transplanted. Here, it is normal!

A group of them went to the sacred place of other people’s Buddhism. What is this?

The most frightening thing is, why is it found in Guixu for such a supreme pure land as the lonely garden? The dojo of the Blessed One? Why did you fall into the ruins?

Recalling that they seemed to have discovered Xuan Ming’s body before.

Everyone’s hairs are standing upside down!

Xue Tu suppressed his nervousness, and said to the old man of the corpse god: “The corpse god! Who are you?”

“I am… a tree!” The old corpse god slowly said: “I am a tree!” He did not move under his feet. At this time, everyone saw that the old corpse god’s feet had plunged into the magic soil. Below the wrist has turned into a deep root system, the corpse god’s withered appearance is transforming into a tree, his hands turned into branches, his body turned into a tree trunk, and his wrinkled skin was like the bark of an old tree.

Xuetu took a deep breath, then turned around and said: “They are not saved! We will leave this ghost place soon!”

Brahma Wujie was shocked and said: “These trees are alive! They are not the spiritual roots of the gods before they are alive, but the monsters born in their corpses because of the weirdness here. This kind of monsters. I could understand our words, so I said it was crying, and I heard the cry.”

“…Shut up!” Yuan Yu said indifferently.

Fan Wujie couldn’t figure it out. At this moment, Yuan Yu moved away from his body and let out his sight. He saw that all the old trees rooted in the surrounding devil soil had recovered. They turned into a half-ghost and half-devil monster, watching The Bone Demon Ship, with countless faint voices repeating the words of Fan Wujie, saying: “Monster!”

“Corpse!”

“Weird…”

“Great freedom…!”

“Stay!”

“What is life?”

“All beings, sentimental!”

Brahma Wujie suddenly understood something. This is only a tree for the lonely garden. In an era before the fate, the ancestor of the Styx suppressed Luo Hu in the Guixu, and Sakyamuni asked Styx to come to Zhixu. The tree argues for the solitary garden, discusses the difference between the devil and the Buddha, and distinguishes the methods between the devil and the Buddha.

This grand gathering was the third debate between the Devil and Buddha. This time Styx went to participate alone. The World Venerable led three thousand disciples to greet him, and the two sides argued in the Zhishuyi Lonely Garden.

The Blessed One taught the Dharma for seven days, the Dharma was perfect, and the Dharma was profound.

However, Styx did not let the wind fall. The two sides had a three-dimensional argument, totaling more than 30,000 years. Finally, when they talked about the issue of’all beings’, the disciples of the Buddhas said that this term refers to ordinary people who have ignorant troubles and flow in the lost world of life and death. , Lan Wuyin is commonly known as all beings. All beings are different; taking three ways of sin and suffering, taking people’s sky and enjoying happiness, taking no leakage of yin true saints, taking compassion and yin great priests, taking permanent yin and supreme beings.

The Blessed One is also known as: “The name is sentient beings dyed with color; the name is sentient beings dyed with feeling, thinking, behavior, and consciousness.”

That is to say, there are feelings, thoughts, actions, and consciousness, and the dependent ones are all beings.

In Styx’s understanding, all beings are all beings who have spiritual activities such as feeling, thinking, behavior, and consciousness, can perceive the objective world, and perform subjective spiritual activities. So tiny things such as gu worms, vegetation, etc. can only be felt, but cannot be subjectively thought. Without the concept of’I’, are those simple, humble beings being sentient beings?

So the ancestors of Styx and the Blessed One, jointly defined to define life.

The Blessed One believes that dependent origination is ignorance, and the phenomena arising from the harmony of all conditions are all beings. From this, Styx starts his own thinking about life…

“What is life?” The third ancestor of the Vatican slowly whispered: “Where is the limit of life? Where is the limit of life? How to distinguish between life and non-life?”

“Affection is life!” Xuetu Demon Lord said with a secret expression: “Affectionate, obsessive and obsessed with various aggregates, such as desire, greed, and sexuality, are sentimental. , So it is called sentient being. If you want to feel, think, act, know, crave, love, like, craving, clinging, and obsessing, it is life!”

“Can plants and trees have sentiment?” The killing leader retorted calmly: “Can ignorant and ignorant insects have sentiment?”

Yuan Yu looked at them one after another with weird faces, and his hair was suddenly horrified. This is not what they are talking about, this is the Demon Ancestor of Styx. He finally understands what is most dangerous here! This is the place where the world-zun and the Demon Ancestor argued, and it was full of Demon Ancestor Styx’s thinking and his thoughts.

Now these thoughts have invaded their primordial consciousness.

If Yuan Yu were not for Da Luo, now he is just like them. He suddenly understood the thoughts of the demon ancestors here, and he realized some unpredictable mysteries. The great roads of their enlightenment and the cultivation techniques still remain. The traces of Mozu’s thinking, so he will involuntarily realize that Styx’s thinking here is controlled by Styx’s thoughts.

Yuan Yu can’t help but comprehend something now, just like a great road, invisible and invisible, flooded around him, and then involuntarily comprehended’it’!

The avenue here is the idea of Styx.

“Life is a variable. Variables can be created. What is not restricted is life, and life is a variable!”

“The power that can create different timelines is life!”

“Variables are a false proposition, life can be controlled!”

“Life is a kind of abundant and possible phenomena that naturally occur in the development and change of the universe, such as a certain self-growth, reproduction, feeling, consciousness, will, evolution, interaction, etc.!”

The only trees squirmed the roots of countless magic trees in the loneliness garden. They set off waves of soil like separating water. The black magic soil was like a wave, and the huge roots moved underground. They whispered, telling the idea of Styx. . The demonic soil that was lifted revealed what was buried underneath, one after another, bones and corpses that looked like gold, colored glaze, and crystal.

Some of them are sitting cross-legged, some are sitting down, and some are putting their hands together with their heads hanging down on their chests.

Some corpses remained struggling in front of them. One corpse even grabbed the ground, maintaining a posture of crawling in the direction where Brahma Wujie came from. Many corpses remained in their final form of escaping from here. .

“This is the corpses of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!” Yuan Yu said in horror as he saw the countless bones buried under the magic soil.

“There is no lack of the Lord of Da Luo, and there are even those famous Big Bodhisattvas!”