v20 Chapter 28： Road of an old tree

"Three hundred years ago, there was no Lanruo Temple here, but a piece of poplar forest. The old body was just one of them. Later, a group of people came and said to cut the night fell. We built this Lanruo Temple with our bodies. By the side of the temple, no one had cut it into a gigantic beam and survived.

Some monks began to bury people under this tree. They didn't know how to die. At that time, the old man got the essence of blood from some dead people and started to grow up especially, even before he had his own idea.

Decades later, this place has become a "chaotic" graveyard. Many people who are not willing to leave, or people who cannot leave, are here to stay.

At that time, the monks in the temple wanted to cut their old bodies and retreat from many ghosts. But at that time, the old man had some ability to protect himself and protect them, like protecting the crows on my head, they called me a snoring.

They always wanted to enter the temple, but the Buddha light was too strong, until one day, after hearing the centuries-old morning bell and twilight drum, they suddenly couldn't hear, and the monks were gone, not because of the ghost, but because someone had built a bigger and better road.

They were so happy that they rushed into the temple and killed the remaining monks. Although so many years have passed, I don't know who they are hating? In fact, I think those monks' teachings have some truth, although I don't quite understand the truth of people.

The cycle of cause and effect has begun to have rules here, like human rules, I will not allow them to leave Lan Ruo Temple, and I use my roots to be tightly wrapped around them.

I just feel that the longer they stay, the more turbid they are. Only Xiao Qian is still so clear, which is rare.

I've tried my best to help them, sucking the blood they got from others, but it's useless, it's useless, maybe only a little bit, but the old body has exhausted it. "

Xiao Qian's eyes widened, and she sucked the blood from the ghosts. There was no ghost who didn't hate or be afraid, but did not expect that it was because of this.

Tears slipped from her eyes, and she seemed to understand the love she had for her ~ where does love come from.

Wu Yang quietly listened to the readme of an old tree. Well, he had no interest in other people's stories. Everyone has his own way of life. Right and wrong are never judged.

Is it right or wrong to evaluate the demon's way by human way? For the sky, for the sky, which day is the sky, and whose path is it?

Yan Chixia couldn't help sighing. He was in charge of human affairs, but he was too lazy to care about the monsters and demons. It is most legitimate to kill people with human reason, but if we extend this principle to all living beings, it will not be enough.

I turned around and took out a few golden pebbles from the hole in the poplar tree, coughed a few times, and waved my hand, and a few crows flew down the tree. Nie Xiaoqian put it in Xiaoqian's hands.

Xiaoqian looked at the stones in her hand and exclaimed, "Relic?"

Bian Qiang coughed and said, "This was found from the Tallinn Buddha in the temple. Didn't you secretly hide the next one? Kekeke, there are only a few left, now it's yours. Keke cough!"

Xiaoqian was so frightened that she thought that nobody knew about it, and she even knew all along that it was only by virtue of that relic that she was able to cultivate today.

As a few relics were taken out, the coughing sound of crickets worsened, and the huge poplar tree behind her-herself.

It started to make a crackling sound, starting to crack from the old wrinkled bark, and oozing stinking blood, and the wrinkles on the face of the old man also began to crack. There was blood flowing down, and the old face was even more horrible. , But the old man's expression was unusually calm.

"Gongzi, your flames are ready! Come and burn, and you will be clean all the time." After speaking, I stepped back into the tree, and there seemed to be a calm face on the wrinkled bark, staring all of these.

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"Don't!" Xiao Qian exclaimed and grabbed Wu Yang's hand, begging: "Please, don't."

The beautiful face of sorrow and sadness, even the heart-hearted person, may have to be tempted.

But Wu Yang just looked at her deeply and said, "You don't understand, death is the best relief for her."

Wu Yang can see that the old tree has sucked too much blood, and the essence blood is good for the monsters, but just like too much fertilizer, it will burn the vegetation. Too much indigestible essence blood is deadly to the old tree. hurt.

It's just that the purification of the surrounding environment is an instinct of the old tree.

If it had not been suppressed by the consumption of relics, the life of the old trees would have been long over.

Evil demons cannot use the power of relics, but the old tree is just a tree, and what human beings call good and evil is a joke to it.

In fact, this is also the Tao. A tree insists on its own Tao.

Wu Yang shakes off Xiao Qian's hand gently, striding forward, her hand has already ignited a white "color" flame.

Xiao Qian fell to her knees weakly and asked herself why this was so. She just wanted to leave.

Why can't I always understand a person who cares about herself, just because she is a tree that doesn't understand how to express her feelings in a human way?

The white "color" flame began to spread on the trunk, and the burning tree stretched out ~ Countless branches caught the masses of ghost fire, pulled into the fire, and the ghosts exclaimed and cursed.

Hehe laughed and said, "You laugh and say, but you are not happy. This world is nothing like **** to you. Let's go with the old man!"

Some ghost fires calmed down, waiting quietly for the white "color" flame to come, while others struggled, but with the insistence of an old tree, the struggle was useless.

A white "color" torch was lit on the hill, shining through the night. The ruthless flames burned fiercely, until everything was burned.

Xiao Qian firmly held the relic in her hand, her mind was blank, she forgot to think.

The fire was soaring into the sky for dozens of miles.

After everything was burned and burned, only the black "color" ashes remained.

With a wave of Wu Yang's hand, a cloud of green "color" flew from the ashes, fell on his hand, and turned into a tree species.

Wu Yang's hand waved again, and the tree species flew far away and flew into the distance.

"Maybe in the next few decades, there will be another towering tree in the world, and maybe there will be the next puppet? Do you know?" Wu Yang spread his hands, "Let's go back." ..