Here, there was silence for a while, Qin Xuan's voice was calm, but somehow, it contained a unique majesty, which made people's hearts tremble, especially the two of the divine monkey and the stone man, their hairs stood on end, and their bodies were cold.

"Okay, my grandson just doesn't fight!"

The divine monkey was indignant, and glared at the stone man fiercely, his eyes were about to breathe fire, but thinking that Qin Xuan was still here, he trembled a little for a while, he secretly glanced at Qin Xuan, and muttered to himself in his heart, what's wrong with this little broken child, so scary, weird!

The stone man seemed to be fine, he got up by himself, patted his clothes, and then stood aside, closed his eyes and recuperated, and the roots of his angry monkey teeth itched.

The white tiger, the turtle, and the golden Jiao looked at each other, but they didn't expect that a small little bit of a word would make the two people who wanted to strangle each other, so the wind calmed down, this little bit is weird and problematic.

At this moment, Qin Xuan turned around and looked at the old willow tree, the old willow tree's body had a sense of decay and aging, and it was about to die, although it sent out a green and tender strip, but in the end it couldn't resist the invasion of death intent.

It came to the end of its life and wanted to nirvana again, but it didn't survive it after all, on the tender strip, Qin Xuan saw some gray spots, although there were very few, but in the end they still appeared.

Qin Xuan didn't know how many years this old willow tree had existed, and how many ups and downs he had witnessed in the wilderness, maybe the old willow tree had many stories here, and every story was earth-shattering, but he still came to the end of his life in the end.

This is life.

It's also a spiritual practice.

Qin Xuan looked at this old willow tree and sighed a little, judging from the attack of the old willow tree just now, he was very powerful in his lifetime, but even if he was such a powerful existence, there would be a day when his life would run out, so he could only be here silently by himself, and finish the last bit of his life.

"Huh"

At this moment, the tender strip stretched over, and everyone was terrified, thinking that the old willow tree was going to attack Qin Xuan, but who knew that the tender strip was gently stroking Qin Xuan's cheek, like an old man who had come to the end of his life, sending concern and blessings to the younger generation.

"Child, don't grieve for me, I'm on the path of preaching, this ...... It's another nirvana for me!"

The voice of vicissitudes of life, in Qin Xuan's mind, sounded softly, there was no sadness, no sentimentality, there was just a kind of calm, that was a kind of ...... after truly witnessing the vicissitudes of countless worlds Authenticity and Nirvana.

"Old Grandpa Willow!"

Qin Xuan muttered, a life was about to come to an end in front of him, no matter what kind of existence he was, disappearing on the path of proof would make people feel an unspeakable sadness and a touch of regret.

The path of cultivation is so cruel and ruthless, although he has tasted the splendor of the world in his lifetime, it is difficult to make up for the bitterness of his life, and he has no regrets.

The old willow tree has witnessed many ups and downs in his life, and is accustomed to the ups and downs of the wilderness, and now at the end of his life, on this bleak mountain, in the end, there is only a tender branch to accompany him, how can he not be desolate.

"Child, the end of my life is not a new life, and now that you have come to see me off, it is not in vain for me to practice!"

The tender strip gently caressed Qin Xuan's thin face, and the words of the old willow tree slowly echoed in Qin Xuan's mind, he had an indescribable sadness, such a powerful existence was about to leave the world.

"Huh"

The tender strip was gently raised, a little green light rippled, touching the cheeks of a group of babies one by one, that is a young life, is the starting point of life, the old willow tree sighed in the past, sending blessings and concerns.

A group of babies felt it, and tears flowed from their faces.

Nen Tiao gently touched the crystal tears, and a sentence sounded in the hearts of a group of babies, feeling the sadness of the passing, and a group of babies cried louder, because in the vicissitudes of life, they felt kindness.

Then the tender strips walked one by one, on the bare mountains, solemn and sad, everyone's hearts were heavy, very uncomfortable, the stone man, even more tears, because this old willow tree was his only friend.

He brought everyone here to see off the old willow tree, and now, he did it, but in his heart, he was even more uncomfortable.

"Old Willow ......"

The stone man muttered, tears fell, usually saw him like a foodie, heartless, but in the end there was a day when he revealed his true temperament, the old willow tree was his friend, and he was also an old man who watched him be born and to this day.

He was very sad, he brought everyone to come, it was the last time he met the old willow tree, and he would never see him again, this is the ruthlessness of life, the lament of all beings, the passing of a life, will always make people sigh the past and recall the years.

"Alas!"

The monkey sighed, walked in front of the stone man, patted him lightly on the shoulder, without a word, but in his eyes, there were a thousand words, he and the stone man were also friends and enemies, and now the other party was sad, and he could only pat lightly and sigh.

White Tiger, Xuan Turtle, Jin Jiao all came over, there were no words, but it was like a thousand words, the previous grievances and grievances, at this moment, all disappeared, their hearts were heavy, I don't know how many people will come to see them off in the future!

"Alas!"

A thousand words, in the end all turned into a long sigh, the old willow tree can be said to be their predecessor, once very powerful, but today, it is about to fall, to the end of life, no matter what kind of glory before, in the end, only wordless desolation and lamentation.

"Child, you are still young, the road of life is still very long, grandpa's lifelong wish is to see what the 'Tao' looks like, now I can't see it, child, are you willing to help grandpa to see?"

The old willow tree's voice sounded in Qin Xuan's heart, making Qin Xuan even more uncomfortable, he suddenly remembered the preaching of Dao Ancestor and Shizun, and he didn't know if he could help this old willow grandfather.

"Old Grandpa Willow, you don't need me to help you, I'll take you to see it now!"

Qin Xuan sat down cross-legged, and a force instantly grew in his soul, and then spread out, and immediately on this desolate mountain, a brilliant golden light erupted, but the light was soft, revealing a bubbling rhyme.

The golden light is bright, the chaotic qi is pervasive, here is a mistle, as if the world is opened, the sky is auspicious, the earth is surging golden lotus, the glow is ten thousand rays, in a trance, everyone heard the sound of all beings in the sacrifice and worship, and it seems that the Buddha is chanting and chanting.

This kind of supreme and great scene of the Tao is terrifying, Qin Xuan there, behind the vision, exuding immortal brilliance, as if the gods came into the world, the avenue surrounds it, the Buddha is chanting, and all living beings are worshipping.

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things......"

The ancient scriptures are being recited, the Tao waves shake the world, if the sea is turbulent, spread in all directions, at a glance, the nine heavens and ten earths are all in front of you, heaven and earth, only one person is alone.

"The Tao lasts forever, infinite years, the universe gives birth to Taiji from infinity, and then all things are born into ......"

The scriptures are huge, like a silver waterfall falling from the Nine Heavens, and ancient words appear from Qin Xuan's body, blooming with immortal gods, making people can't help but kowtow and worship them, this is a shocking rhyme, flowing out of Qin Xuan's body.

Everyone here involuntarily bowed down, this is the "Tao", a kind of mysterious Tao and reason, for all living beings to worship.

The old willow tree, a tender strip trembled, and there were faint crystal droplets on it, this is the Tao that he wanted to prove all his life, and now it appeared at the end of his life, how could he not be surprised, and it was enough to die at the end of the day!

Qin Xuan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, at this moment, he was magnificent and tall, from heaven to earth to god, like a messenger of the avenue, the ancient scriptures were recited, the glow of the sun, the thousands of wisps of color, all kinds of visions came to the world.

"When ......"

Such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, such as the Buddha chanting, such as the ancient gods chanting, such as the prayer of the immortals, such as the sacrifice of all beings, a voice seems to come from the ancient distance, submerging the great wilderness, all the wild beasts, all the living beings, at this moment, all kneeling, eyes showing piety.

Behind Qin Xuan, three thousand figures appeared, either like the gods of the Nine Heavens, or like the Demon Venerable before the primeval times, or like the immortals of the Immortal Realm......

The chanting is magnificent!

Three thousand phantoms or sitting cross-legged, or standing in the nine heavens, one by one, all chanting, like the lord of heaven and earth, and like the ancient supreme who opened the world.

This kind of scene makes people tremble, three thousand Dharma Appearances, three thousand truths, each different, coercing nine days, shocking ten places, all living beings crawling and trembling.

This is the "Tao".

At this moment, the great wilderness, the sky is full of colorful wisps, the sky is auspicious, the earth is full of golden lotus, the cranes are flying, the gods are spraying colors, all kinds of visions are coming, the heaven and the earth are silent, full of peace, sacredness and serenity.

Click!

Suddenly, the thick branches of the old willow tree began to crumble, as if they were about to perish, but the green and shining strip became more and more brilliant, and there seemed to be scriptures circulating on it, in the world.

"When ......"

Between heaven and earth, the three thousand avenues are circulating, and the old willow tree is gradually collapsing, he listens to the sound, a phantom gradually appears, and the vicissitudes of life on the face have enlightenment and satisfaction, and it is enough to die when he hears the Tao.

He, satisfied.

The phantom, as the branches of the old willow tree gradually collapsed, gradually blurred, as if it would go away with the wind at any time, and the tender strips began to appear one after another gray spots, and the old willow tree finally came to the end of his life.

However, he died in the middle of hearing the word, and he has no regrets.

And at the moment when his phantom was about to disappear, a bell rang as if in nothingness, shaking the entire wilderness, ten thousand beasts prostrate, living beings knelt and respected, and where the old willow tree was, the glow appeared, the golden lotus Turui, and the visions were varied.

A young bud slowly rises from there.

The whole heaven and earth are becoming more and more bright, the glow is bright, the heaven and the earth are peaceful, all beings close their eyes, and there is a roar in their hearts.