On a starry night, floating bamboo meditated on the Puzhao Cliff, his face was withered, and he looked like a wind and candle. In the past few days, the Gu worms in the atrium may have hatched, and the blood flowing out of the nostrils is black.

Fuzhu looked at the southern pillar that covered the sky, and listened to the mournful sound of Xun coming from the sycamore leaves. In the distance, the fish monster leaps out of the water, leaving a black silhouette in the silvery moon.

This cliff is made up of five tall stone pillars, like a huge palm stretched out by the Buddha, about to be photographed against the hustle and bustle of the world. Believers carry a lot of large tree trunks under the rocks, which are called mountain sticks. They hoped that the sticks would hold the rock so that it wouldn't collapse. The little monk sat on the Puzhao Rock as if he were sitting in the palm of the Buddha's hand.

Li Shishi took Tao Ru and walked towards the Wannian Wutong: "Little Tao, don't worry, I will help you." I heard from the refugees that a sycamore leaf in Tianzhu Tong Gong Hou can be exchanged for one or two gold. You see, I secretly hid it. Tonight, let's go pick up some more leaves."

The sheep intestine trail under the Puzhao Rock is the only road leading to Tianzhu Tonggonghou. When they passed under the Puzhao Rock, they heard the little fool muttering alone on the Puzhao Rock:

"Manjushri, you are the mother of all Buddhas, and you are in charge of the wisdom of the world. When the disciple was dying, he had three sad wishes to ask the Bodhisattva:

The first vow, for yourself. The disciple worked hard all his life and won the champion, but unfortunately he didn't know the current affairs and finally fell into the grass, and he still thought about the green forest uprising, the bandits rejuvenated the country, and later robbed the magic stone and was wanted in the world, and fled everywhere to cut his hair and become a monk. In this life, the disciple is like a sand gull, like a lonely hong, like a mayfly like a butterfly, humble and ethereal, and ephemeral and vain. The disciple knew that his limit was approaching, but there was a fate in his heart that was not extinguished...... The Bodhisattva forgives her sins, please give the disciple a few more days, the disciple wants to plant ten miles of flowers for her before it comes to naught, okay?"

"The peach blossoms in the city pay the east wind, and they get ten miles of incense for Yi. I didn't expect this fool to be a lover!" Hearing him so infatuated, Tao Ru couldn't help but have the interest of composing poetry, and Li Shishi also covered his mouth and smiled, "Listen to his second wish." ”

"The second wish is for the common people. Bodhisattva, look at the Pingchuan at the foot of the mountain, vast and rich. You see that the people who live here are kind and hardworking. People were born on this land, it was the land that raised them, it was their own industriousness that raised them. It was not the Yuwen Party that raised them, but they raised the Yuwen Party. Why do they want to kneel down for the Yuwen Party? Look at our Great Heavenly Empire, the officials are intriguing and deceitful for the sake of power, and the common people are slaves and slaves for the sake of food and clothing, cattle and horses. Why has everyone become a slave of the Celestial Empire system?! Bodhisattva, what should the disciples do to change this dark world?"

"The bitter sea is lost and cannot be crossed, and the candle is raised to illuminate the end of the world. I didn't expect this little monk to still have the feelings of worrying about the country and the people!" Li Shishi was shocked in his heart, and he also had the interest of composing poetry. Tao Ru snorted: "I really have a heart! I can't save myself, I still want to save the world!" "At least he still wants to change the way of the world, and listen to what his third wish is." ”

"The third vow is for heaven and earth. The disciple was abandoned at birth, without a father or mother. But the disciple regards heaven as his father and earth as his mother, and he is extremely tired of labor, and he does not fail to call heaven and earth. It's a pity that the disciple was born in heaven and earth, and in just over ten years, he can't make a name for his parents in later generations, and he can't stand up for heaven and earth. The emperor and queen of heaven are earth, and the disciples have nothing to repay. Only this heart has never been contaminated with wind and dust, and it is as clean as ever. After the disciple dies, he is willing to turn this pure heart into a meteor in the sky and bring a moment of light to the heavens and the earth, okay?"

This birthday month will not be allowed to break through this heart! This is the legendary feeling of compassion for the heavens and the people! Li Shishi's still heart suddenly surged, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes. What is the fun of wanting to camp for the rest of your life? As soon as I looked up, I saw a meteor in the western sky passing by, and I only heard a wry smile from Fuzhu: "It seems that the Bodhisattva has agreed." Haha, haha—"

Li Shishi took a deep breath, little monk, you are for all sentient beings, you seek heaven and earth, you see yourself, the Bodhisattva will fulfill your wishes, because you are a good person. And I, I don't have a heart, I just want to live! Although, I don't know what I'm living for. Perhaps, death is the happiest thing for me! Li Shishi's nails scratched away the tears aroused at the corners of his eyes, and it happened that a sycamore leaf floated across his cheeks, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it.

The little poisonous scorpion on the side sneered: "Look at your tearful appearance! Are you still going to steal the leaves of the Heavenly Pillar Tonggong? Look over there, Manjushri is watching. ”

"It's not stealing, I'm just picking up fallen leaves on the ground. I believe the gods will forgive me!"

"Look ahead, they are all just like you, coming to 'pick' sycamore leaves. Taoru pointed ahead and smiled, only to see a group of good men and women kneeling on the ground, bowing to the thousand-year-old plane tree known as the Nanyue Heavenly Pillar: "Bodhisattva, please give us more plane leaves." ”

"What do you want Sycamore Leaves for?"

On the plane tree, which is like a mountain, there is a young man's clear voice. That's the voice of a fairy!

"We ...... We ...... "Good men and women look at each other, and they can't say anything after all."

"They exchanged it for gold. The Yuwen Party posted the emperor's list, and a leaf of the 10,000-year-old sycamore can be exchanged for one hundred taels of gold. Tao Ru walked over and kicked the bag of the good man and woman: "Yo, these bags can't fit anywhere!"

"What are you doing! don't try to rob me!" they glared at Momo, and quickly put the bag on their chests and hugged it desperately.

"I heard that there are 300,000 refugees, I don't know how many leaves you have in this plane tree? Momo looked at the top of the plane tree defiantly, her face full of pride.

Fuzhu staggered over with a cane, shouting with a lack of energy: "You can't give them sycamore leaves!

"Yes, there are 300,000 refugees, and how many leaves do you have in your plane tree?"

Ukitake looked at these people who begged for sycamore leaves, and several of them were like him, their ears blackened. I didn't expect the Black Death to spread so quickly! They still only thought about gold! Ukitake couldn't help but beat him down with his cane: "You are all sick like this, what do you need gold for?"

"We are old and young, and we can't survive anymore, so we have to leave some way for the old and young in the family!" said them, and the people shed tears. "We're not bad people, we didn't cut down the sycamore tree!"

"That's it!" "That's it!" "That's it!"

"Stupid! The embankment of a hundred miles collapsed in the anthill!" Fuzhu stomped on his crutches fiercely: "Everyone thinks the same as you, so this thousand-year-old and thousand-year-old plane tree, is there still a way to live?"

Tao Ru raised her eyebrows, and seeing that he was coughing breathlessly, she "kindly" helped the little monk to further point out: "Do the two phoenixes on the tree still have a way to live? Do the phoenixes still have a way to live?

The refugees couldn't help but sob: "I don't know! I don't know!"

"Stealing a sycamore leaf is stealing, and stealing a sycamore tree is stealing. Tao Ru said quietly: "Since you have stolen everything, wouldn't you just cut down the sycamore tree and dedicate it to Concubine Dugu?"

Everyone's hearts moved, and their eyes faintly flashed like a hungry wolf!