"What are you saying? The sky is full of peaches, and there are many apricots in the clouds. Who will end up suffering from autumn?

Look at the people in Baiyang Village sobbing and ghosts chanting under the green maple forest.

In addition, the grave is covered with the decay of the sky.

This is the hard work of the poor and the rich, and the torture of the spring and autumn, and the flowers are torn. Like this, who can escape the life and death disaster?

Hearing the word, the Western treasure tree called Posa, and it bears the fruit of immortality."

This song has been floating on the river for many days, from morning to night, from night to morning, and repeating itself. The person who only listens to the singing is a man, but cannot see anyone.

The river is very wide, and in the west, the surrounding grass and trees are flourishing, and all things are harmonious. Countless monks, nuns and monks rely on this river to make a living. Anyone who gets sick will naturally drink the water in the river.

If you can't eat enough, you can fill your stomach by drinking the water from the river.

For those Buddhists, nothing can be solved by a bowl of river water. If there is something that cannot be solved, you can drink more river water to relieve your worries.

Therefore, people living on both sides of the river are actually more comfortable and happy than people in other places in the world, even if most of them are not covered in clothes and do not have to do childbirth. If it is to say that in the words of the sages, it is probably like "A single meal and a scoop of drinks will make people unable to bear the worries and will not change their happiness."

However, this realm of sages is not something they have realized by themselves, but all rely on the contribution of the river.

But recently those happy people have developed a little sadness because the song is really touching. People always wonder if there are treasure trees in the West, and are there fruits of immortality on them?

If there is something that cannot be solved in the water of a river, it is indeed death. If everyone dies, that is the most common thing. But if they can't die, it is naturally what everyone hopes for.

So under the quiet song, many Buddhist children felt sad about death, something that had not been seen in thousands of years.

Worry will contagiously spread people. Gradually, the kindness and atmosphere on both sides of the river have changed, with a faint sorrow and the desire for immortality of all things.

The desire for immortality is the instinct of living beings. When this instinct gathers, it becomes the power of wish.

The power of vows is a very wonderful thing, even close to the legendary omnipotence.

At first, people could only walk on the ground. When they saw birds flying in the sky, they thought how good it would be if they could fly like birds. This wish was finally realized one day by a practitioner. Later, some people thought about how to walk on the water, and then there would be a boat and a magic to control the water.

Everything that exists in imagination is ultimately possible under the wishes of sentient beings.

Perhaps there is no sway tree in the West and no sway fruit, but there is no swaying fruit in the future, but there are too many people who can't stand the thoughts. Gradually, the power of wishes gathers. After a wonderful evolution, such a sway tree has grown in the world, bearing the sway fruit in the world.

The river flows from west to east, and there are really people who walk upstream along the river. At the source of the river, it is Daxue Mountain. On the top of the snowy mountain is a huge treasure tree with leaves larger than people, and the trunk is as thick as a mountain peak. It is lonely on the top of the snowy mountain, and anyone can see it.

There are really fruits on the tree, crystal clear and full. Even if it is not the holy fruit of immortality, it is still an amazing divine object.

Such fruits bear a lot on the trees, and under the temptation of the singing, some people climbed to the top of the mountain to pick the fruit. After eating, they were either as light as a swallow or extremely strong, and some could even spew out water and fire.

All kinds of wonders have been completely spread, and more people have come to pick fruits.

Later, someone discovered something, that was, one could fill his stomach with a sip of river water, but now two sips of river water are not enough.

As time passed, the strange effect of the river water became weaker, and those who ate the fruit became stronger and gradually became different from others.

Finally one day, the fruit trees in Daxue Mountain disappeared and the river water also lost its strange ability.

Those who do not eat fruits blame the people who eat fruits. Those who eat fruits are proud of their supernatural powers, so they do not take ordinary Buddhist children seriously and will have wars.

No one noticed that the singing floating on the river completely disappeared one day.

Chen Lian was behind the snow mountain, opposite a monk with lion hair. This man was not a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or an Arhat, but he was very fond of it.

That river was the monk's method, and it was finally broken by Shen's magic that used the seven emotions and six desires.

Behind the snow-capped mountains is full of pure white, only Chen Lian and the monks are strange scenery, which is incompatible with the background of this world.

The lion monk said: "The heavenly king, in one thought, poisons sentient beings, how cruel."

Chen Lian chuckled and said, "I won't cultivate good results."

The lion monk was speechless for a moment. He had thousands of words to advise Chen Lian, but was gently pushed back by the other party.

He clasped his hands and said, "The Western world is vast and boundless. Even if the Heavenly Lord enters, he may not be able to find the Bodhi tree. What's more, with the Heavenly Lord's talent, if you want to achieve transcendence, why Subhuti?"

If someone else comes, he will have Vajra Buddhism that will make people retreat when they see the difficulties, but since the person who comes is a diligent practice, he will not be able to make up for it by using strong means.

Dahe was originally a means he used to curb the sanitation and refining, but there was no trace of the sanitation and refining to break it, which was beyond words.

Now that things have come to this point, there is only the word "sacrifice" and nothing else.

Chen Lian said: "Even if you don't need it, it's okay to take a look."

He smiled faintly, and there was always a mysterious smell, and he taught the lion monk to feel uneasy.

The Lion Monk said: "That little monk can only punish the Heavenly King."

Chen Lian said, "I heard the words "Vajrasattva", which symbolizes the "indestructible Bodhicitta" and "Troubles are the wonderful principles of Bodhi". Even if I can't see the Bodhi tree this time and have experienced it with you, I will probably have some gains. Therefore, if you don't blame me, I will also see your means."

The Lion Monk was a little surprised. Even the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas knew his Dharma name very few, but now they hit the nail on the head. They also explained the fundamental meaning of his Dharma name, which was to teach him that he would become cold all over his body.

This person is in the universe and is almost unrivaled, which is natural.

No wonder Tathagata of the Great Sun warned him that if he could not do anything, he would retreat. He disagreed and regarded himself as a brave and invincible master, and was afraid that he would really be killed on the iron plate today.

But he has practiced for countless years, but he is not afraid of death and greedy for life.

The sound of the Buddha's name was heard in the pure heaven and earth. The lion monk spread his hands and his sleeves had disappeared, revealing his golden and brilliant arms, filled with the rhyme of Vajra Buddha, and was invincible.

These hands are also called Vajra Hands. He has been ascetic throughout his life and has been condensed on these arms. Even now, he sometimes regrets secretly because the alchemy hands delay the Brahma practice and cannot peek at the supreme essence of Buddhism.

Chen Lianyi looked at the Vajra hands, but his expression was faint, and there was a hint of unaware sigh.
Chapter completed!