He dreamed of a large tree in the shape of a banyan tree that glowed blue-green under the starry sky.

The darkness under the starry sky, the tree seems to be the only one between heaven and earth.

Those leaves are triangular leaves, glowing with verdant fluorescence, like thousands of fireflies flying, blooming with the light of life, beautiful.

There are cyan oval fruits hanging from the trees, the size of a longan.

Zeng Yang, as a family of tomb robbers, has seen a lot and knows that this is a Bodhi.

And looking at the size of this Bodhi number, I am afraid that it has gone through a long time.

In the dream, the stars in the sky are brilliant, the stars are like dots, revealing a dizzying blue.

He walked and walked in the dark, and the darkness around him made him feel a kind of fear, even if his profession was originally groping in the night, Zeng Yang just felt a kind of panic.

In the night, only the glowing cyan linden tree became his only guide.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally came to the foot of the linden tree, and the light dispelled the fear of darkness, and made him feel instantly calm.

Zeng Yang stood under the Bodhi tree with blue light shining like an umbrella cover, and saw several monks under the tree with shirtless upper bodies and bronze complexions, facing the monks sitting around Bodhi, glowing with golden Buddha light.

He was shocked in his dreams.

"Where is this?"

Dream or not, lucid or chaotic, he felt in a trance and exclaimed.

"Taste the suffering of the world, and return to the body as it comes. ”

"Come back!"

Several bronze monks under the ancient Bodhi tree turned around, and several of them looked different, some of them had red eyebrows and angry eyes, some had fat faces and drooping ears, and some were sad and unhappy......

A distant Sanskrit Buddha echoed in his ears like a bell.

The voice was like a flood, from the ears to the heart, suddenly turned up the waves, the mind was in a trance, and could not be calm.

At the same time, during the singing of the Buddha's voice, the leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree made a "rustling" sound under the starry sky.

The Bodhi leaf is windless and automatic, and pieces of cyan light emerge from the leaves, like thousands of fireflies condensing in front of Zeng Yang, condensing into a cyan mirror.

Zeng Yang just watched blankly.

He saw a Buddha in a half-draped golden veil in the cyan mirror, with his palms closed, with a Buddha light behind his head, but a pair of eyes closed.

The appearance of the Buddha is nine points similar to his.

"No way, what the hell is this?"

Zeng Yang was covered in a dense trance, his eyes were staring at the Buddha who was nine points like him in the cyan mirror, and his eyes were about to open their sockets.

In a trance, what little sanity he had left pulled him back, and he stepped back in horror, screaming.

"Come back!"

"The sea of suffering in the world, return to enlightenment. ”

"Everything is as it is, there is no bodhisattva and nirvana, there is no Buddhahood and no non-Buddhahood, no reincarnation and no reincarnation..."

"All sentient beings have no beginning, and they have all kinds of love and greed, so they have reincarnation..."

"All obstacles, i.e., ultimate enlightenment, attainment and loss of thoughts, are nothing more than liberation, the formation of the Dharma and the breaking of the Dharma, all of them are called Nirvana, wisdom and foolishness, and they are all Prajna..."

"Come back!"

"Come on!"

“.......”

Between breaths, under the starry sky, the sky is singing, like a shadow, deafening.

Zeng Yang only felt that his mind was swollen and his eyes were in a trance.

He saw several ancient monks under the Bodhi tree, either with angry eyes, or without sorrow or joy, or with kind eyes, looking at himself and muttering in his mouth, while he watched them appear in a trance.

In the dream, under the Bodhi tree, the sound of Sanskrit sounded in the sky, Zeng Yang seemed to be drunk, staggering, and holding his head with his hands.

And among the shimmering branches and leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree, there is a Bodhi fruit that glows with a rich green light, like a small light bulb.

The color of the Bodhi fruit is reddish, and the red on the surface of the Bodhi gradually deepens when the blue light is rich.

Once the bodhi fruit turns red, it is a sign that it is ripe!

On this ancient Bodhi tree, there are already some red fruits.

"Daddy, daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, under the starry sky, a woman's voice suddenly appeared in the middle of the Brahma singing.

The Sanskrit language suddenly disappeared, and the Buddha in the cyan mirror curtain was also breathless.

And Zeng Yang, who was in a trance in his dream, was also awakened.

In a room at night in a certain city in Kyushu Middle-earth, a charming woman was wearing pajamas, turned on the bedside lamp, and woke up her husband who seemed to be having a nightmare.

Zeng Yang woke up from his dream, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

When he woke up, he had palpitations in the center of his eyes, the dream was too real, and he had the same dream every time.

The same Bodhi tree, the same monk, the same scene, but every time I fell into a daze, I seemed to sink into a dream.

This time, I even had a sense of horror that I was almost lost.

In order not to have this dream, he hadn't slept for two days in a row, and this time he couldn't sleep, but he still couldn't get rid of it, which made him feel more and more of a fear from the soul.

What does this dream portend, the Buddha in that mirror is himself in his previous life, and he was really a Buddhist monk in his previous life?

Are those strange monks in dreams telling themselves to go back?

Impossible, impossible.

"Dad, did you have that dream again?"

The wife patted her husband on the back soothingly and asked him.

Zeng Yang gasped for a few breaths, turned over and buried his head in his wife's chest, hugged it tightly, and did not speak.

He scolded that suffocating dream in his heart, what kind of Buddha should he be, his wife and children are really hot on the kang.

............

And thousands of miles away in the extreme west, the Gobi, the plateau.

The wind howled, and the sky was full of yellow sand.

A small black dot walks in the vast yellow sand.

A young monk in a red veil crossed the Gobi, crossed the yellow sand, crossed the no-man's land, and walked step by step, under the stars and moon.

From day to night, from night to dawn, across the mountains, seas, stars and moons.

Crossing the Yellow Sand Gobi, passing through the grassy beach, we came to a snow-capped mountain very close to the sky, standing majestically between heaven and earth.

There is a temple on top of the mountain that has not survived the snow.

It was the place where he practiced Nirvana thousands of years ago.

He's back.

At dawn, among the snow-capped mountains and snow, golden light renders.

The young monk looked up into the distance, and there were vicissitudes of time in his clear eyes, stepping into the wind and snow, and disappearing into the howling snow.

....................

The practice lasted for four years, at the beginning of January.

The rhubarb channel family method, after the catastrophe, was reborn, turned into a small milk dog, and was sent back to the East China Sea.

On the day of sending back the rhubarb, Jiang Xiaobai crossed the mountains and seas again, exerted his magic skills, and it didn't take long to return to the 100,000 mountains.

He and the Seven Kings had already made an appointment to explore the reality under the White Dragon Demon Mountain together.

Before the Seven Kings, there was a demonic abyss, and there was a powerful aura of the true dragon and the barbarian demon clan in it, and it was guessed that it was a demon mound in ancient times.

Is there really an ancient mound?

This made Jiang Xiaobai want to explore!

(If it comes, it does not refer to the Buddha Shakyamuni, but refers to the people in Buddhism in general, so don't misunderstand the title...... ）