When more and more leaves fell from the Qibao Glazed Tree, everyone realized something was wrong.
When the fallen leaves began to fall with a certain frequency, all the monks couldn't help but stare at the precious tree behind the Little Supreme Buddha, counting silently in their hearts.
"Nine……"
"ten……"
The tenth film!
"eleven!"
Oh NO! It’s eleventh! Is there more to come?
"twelve!"
have!
"Thirteen!"
Again!
The face of the Little Supreme Buddha became increasingly ugly.
He closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes were trembling, and the seven-colored light cast mottled patches on his handsome facial features.
The little Supreme Buddha seems to be meditating,
In fact, it is sensing everything that happens in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tree.
The Qibao Glazed Tree is the most precious treasure of Yan Fuzhou, which is equivalent to the ancestral magic weapon.
But this magic weapon does not belong to anyone, not even to the original Supreme Buddha.
This treasure belongs to Yan Fuzhou.
Therefore, although the Little Supreme Buddha can invoke the power of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree and control the "leaf world" in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree, he cannot take this magic weapon for his own use and take it out of Yan Fuzhou at will.
Since the Buddha sat down here thousands of years ago, this tree has taken deep roots in South Jambu Island and has become a part of the island and Jambu Island.
In other words, this tree is more than just a magic weapon.
It's faith!
It is like the incarnation of Buddha and has become the belief of every Buddhist monk!
Rather than saying that Yan Fuzhou is the holy land for Buddhist monks in the world, it is better to say that this seven-treasure glazed tree is the holy land that Buddhist monks yearn for.
But today,
The Qibao Glazed Tree...has fallen leaves!
Every time a leaf falls, it means that a corresponding "leaf world" has collapsed!
Ever since the little Supreme Buddha was brought here, began to practice, and had the memory of an adult, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tree has always had ninety-nine and eighty-one leaves. One leaf is not too much, and one leaf is too few.
No one would have thought that after the Monster Hunting Department brought a rare and valuable "special species" from the outside world here, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tree would start to lose its leaves.
in shock,
The leaves of the Qibao Glazed Tree continue to fall,
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty leaves have fallen.
This proves that the "special species" trapped in the Qibao Glazed Tree is using his ability to quickly penetrate the leaf worlds.
The little Supreme Buddha's face was as calm as water, but behind his back, his teeth were almost broken.
Sin! Sin!
Misfortune never comes alone!
Howl!
First, the Supreme Buddha passed away,
In the back, the Qibao glazed tree shed its leaves,
Is this a disaster that Yan Fuzhou is destined to be unable to avoid?
The Little Supreme Buddha sensed that the Twelve Arhats had gathered as quickly as possible from their respective "Pure Cultivation Lands" to the "Demon Refining Heaven" in the center.
The twelve Arhats gathered together, and the Buddha's light condensed made the little Supreme Buddha feel extremely dazzling even though it was separated by countless subspace barriers.
The Buddha's light is as warm as the sun and as gentle as spring, but anyone who practices Buddhism cannot fail to notice it.
The Buddhist disciples on Jambu Island knelt down on the lotus platform one after another, put their hands together, and shouted Amitabha.
Each eminent monk seemed to be competing with the Twelve Arhats. Their thoughts were pious, and golden rays of light shot out from between their brows and converged on the branches of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tree.
Now...it's stable!
The Twelve Arhats are gathering the Dharma of all heavens,
Even if the process is a bit tortuous,
As soon as the Buddha's golden body emerges, all monsters in the world will be annihilated into powder under the vast Buddha's light!
…
"There seems to be something wrong."
Jian Nanchun sobered up, holding his chin, with a rare serious expression on his face.
Xia Ruxue: "Brother Jian, why did you say this?"
Don't wait for Jian Nanchun to speak.
The twins, the black ram and the white ram, took the initiative to answer the questions with the air of an old professor: "Legend has it that this seven-treasure glazed tree was transformed into the physical body of a Buddhist monk who sat here and passed away thousands of years ago. .His bones turned into the trunk of the tree, his flesh turned into the branches, the orifices on his body turned into every leaf on the tree, and his blood turned into the nutrients that allowed the tree to grow into the sky."
Gongyang Hei: "It is said that the moment this precious tree appeared, auspiciousness descended from the sky and the rays of light shimmered, which was earth-shattering."
Gongyang Bai: "It is also said that each leaf on the treasure tree is equivalent to a blessed land in the cave heaven, which contains rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If you practice in the cave heaven, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Gong Yanghei: “That’s why this place can become a Buddhist holy place.”
Gongyang Bai: "Because of this, Yan Fuzhou can stand shoulder to shoulder with our Heavenly Sword Sect and Moluo Palace."
Gong Yanghei: “But,”
Gongyang Bai: “But,”
Together: "We have never heard that the precious tree will wither. Because the leaves of this tree have not grown or fallen for a thousand years."
After the two elders sang together for a while, Xia Ruxue and Jian Nanchun looked at each other and asked at the same time: "But it still has fallen leaves. What does this mean?"
Black and White Eryang: "It means that there is a certain powerful person inside the treasure tree, destroying these caves!"
Listen to this,
Jian Nanchun and Xia Ruxue were both slightly startled.
They felt more and more something was wrong.
The "someone" in the treasure tree is quite capable of causing destruction!
And where is this?
It is the holy land of Buddhism and Yanfuzhou, one of the four major Taoist temples.
How could someone sneak in here quietly and pluck the leaves of the precious tree one by one?
This is really cool!
Not only was the Tianjian Sect aware that something was wrong, but also other Taoist sects or casual cultivators from all over the world could smell a faint smell of gunpowder from the changes in the face of the Little Supreme Buddha, as well as from the other Buddhist disciples' displays of magical powers.
No one asks anymore about when to go to Beiju Luzhou.
The Little Supreme Buddha suddenly fell silent and stared at the tree. The monks present gradually felt that the atmosphere at the scene was beginning to become heavy and depressing.
The Dharma of all Buddhist monks gathers in one place.
The Qibao Glazed Tree, third from the left and third from the right, is twisting and shaking violently.
Waves of more intense seven-color precious light burst out from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tree, causing people to subconsciously squint their eyes.
Another slice!
The gathering of Buddha's light did not stop the falling leaves.
In the blink of an eye, the thirtieth leaf fell.
The branches of the Qibao Glazed Tree, which were not dense to begin with, suffered severe blows, which made it even worse.
This situation is like a man facing the crisis of hair loss in middle age, and someone has accidentally cut off another hair. Even if they are not trees, they can feel the same pain.
Thirty-one slices!
Thirty-two slices!
Thirty-three slices!
Thirty-four slices!
Thirty-five slices!
After the thirty-fifth leaf also fell, the speed of falling leaves stopped significantly.
"Stop...stop?"
After a while, the Qibao Glazed Tree stopped shaking.
When someone was about to ask what happened to the Little Supreme Buddha, something happened again.
On the Three Thousand Lotus Platform, all the Buddhist disciples spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.
The scene of thousands of Buddhist disciples spurting blood was as spectacular as the white doves dancing in Qingdu Empress Square. The brilliant blood reflected the colors of the rainbow.
After all the Buddhist monks vomited blood,
The little Supreme Buddha's face finally lost its tension. He clasped his hands together and immediately pushed towards the treasure tree. Each golden Buddha seal, which contained awe-inspiring righteousness, was stamped on the treasure tree as if it were free of charge.
A golden passage opens from the top of the tree,
A group of black figures, at first the size of ants, gathered into a group, and then those "ant" figures suddenly grew larger and turned into a human shape.
Some of these figures look like people, some look like dogs, some look like pigs, some look like cows, some are all kinds of strange, and some are crooked and cracked.
"Hahaha! I'm out, old cow!"
"Woof!"
"Meow!"
"Master, be careful!"
The Qibao Glazed Tree was like a gushing spring, dying at this moment.
A group of strange "people" spewed out of the light.
Among them, the first one was covered in frightening blood, with long black hair floating freely on the back of his head. He was dressed comfortably in a white robe - he was a man with an expression as cold as iron. In the man's arms,
He was holding a bloody cat. The cat seemed to have been seriously injured. It was curled up, and its limbs, tail, and whiskers were all trembling slightly.
By the way, the cat has an eye-catching pattern with the word "王" on its forehead.
The moment that group of "people" appeared,
The holy land of Buddhism, in the sky filled with colorful precious lights,
A chaotic and invisible evil spirit swept through the entire place like a hurricane.
The demonic energy of a single demon may be insignificant.
But what about ten, twenty, fifty, or hundreds of monsters?
"it's him!"
Bai Chuchu has experienced horrific abuse in the past few decades.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they become extremely jealous.
When she was dying, she smelled the scent of her enemy, woke up instantly, opened her eyes, raised her paws, and pointed at the most conspicuous bald head.
But Yi Lin ignored Little Supreme Buddha.
In the radiance of the sky,
On that three thousand lotus platform,
Big crowd,
The busy world,
No need to search,
No need to wander around.
Following the "connection" between the two people, following the inseparable "reason" that connected them, Yilin found the end of the "reason" on one of the lotus terraces.
His connection with this world is getting deeper and deeper, and the connection is getting tighter and tighter.
Among them, the thickest, most numerous and most dense "principles"...
It's junior sister.
Yi Lin looked at Xia Xiaoman, who had dazzling white hair and an unchanged appearance. After a moment of silence, she felt sad and filled with emotions.