We walked in the forest for a long time, the scenery did not change, it was still a group of tall trees, quiet and majestic, no birds could be heard, no other plants, no breath of life could be felt.

It's like a huge tomb made of these trees.

It is no wonder that the monks thousands of years ago wanted to form a magic circle to block the spread of this forest, if it really continues to develop endlessly, it is likely that the entire earth will become like this, and there will be no later development of human civilization.

We came to a big tree, this tree looked like it was no different from other trees, they seemed to be designed with the same specifications, and they were very similar in thickness and length.

Doudou pointed to a scratch mark on the tree and said, "This is the mark I made, and I saw that the bald head was chained next to this tree." ”

Ange went over and touched the big tree, he seemed to be saying something to Doudou, I couldn't hear it. The trees are towering, and the canopy is gray and unreal.

Doudou came over and said, "The eldest brother said that since the chain of the bell is here, he asked you to sit here and link the tree." ”

I was a little worried and asked if it was dangerous.

Doudou said: "I don't know, I've never passed through this kind of tree chain." ”

I walked over and patted the tree, and I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. I said to Doudou, I agree to the link, you tell them.

The three of us passed the news through Doudou, and we sat in the southeast, west, and west directions of the big tree, sitting cross-legged and in our bodies. At first, I was nervous, always breathing unevenly, but then I slowly calmed down, and my heartbeat gradually flattened, reaching a state of sleep, not sleep.

At this moment, the tree slowly stretched out its branches and stretched out in the air, as if a big tree had opened its arms and stretched out its hands. One branch landed on Ange's body, another on Erlong's body, and the last branch on my neck.

I was still very nervous, trying to control my breathing, only to feel the branch wrap around my neck, and then suddenly countless small thorns stood up on the surface and pierced into the skin. It doesn't hurt, but because of excessive tension, I got goosebumps all over my body, and I was about to fight, and then I thought about it, and then I saw it, if it was really dangerous, I still had a heart spell to protect it, and it was a big deal to absorb this ancient pill tree!

We were connected to the tree through a branch, and it felt strange, like a computer being connected to the network. In an instant, I felt that there was a lot of rhythmic information fluctuating, and this big tree seemed to gather the divine thoughts of many people, it was not forcibly instilled in me, I had a lot of autonomy, I could access it, and I could also maintain the status quo.

I was hesitating whether to enter the information channel of the big tree or not, so I peeked at Erlong and An Ge. The two of them had their eyes closed, their expressions smiling, extremely immersive, and it was obvious that they had intervened inside the tree without the same concerns as I did.

I looked at Doudou, who was sitting under the roots of the tree, looking at me.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, such an opportunity was really rare, and I let it go. I quickly settled down and tried to communicate with the tree with my mind, and at the moment of contact, my consciousness suddenly seemed to be drawn into something, and the next second my brain went blank.

How long this blank space lasted, I can't say, there is no concept of time, it may only be a moment, or it may be a long, long time.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that the forest was gone, only the big tree in front of me, and a man sat at the root of the tree. Dressed in the off-the-shoulder clothes of an ancient monk, this man was dressed in snow-white, shaved head, and was a very handsome foreigner, who looked like a movie star.

What is this place? Who is he?

This foreigner was in the middle of the meditation, his eyes closed, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face, similar to the expressions of An Ge and Erlong. I am very experienced in spiritual practice, and I know that this kind of smile is the purest smile of human beings, which is unconsciously upturned from the corners of one's mouth when one enters meditation and meditation.

I didn't dare to disturb him, and looked around the tree, this place seemed to be the only one in this place, and further away, it was gray, and it seemed to have been cut off from the world.

I circled around the tree, and when I returned to the bottom of it, the foreigner opened his eyes softly, and he saw me with a faint smile on his face, as if my presence had been expected.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

He said, "Siddhartha. ”

Who it is, I don't know.

Strangely, I knew that he didn't speak Chinese, and I didn't know his language, but the communication between us was unimpeded, and it seemed that we understood it as soon as we spoke, and we reached a heart-to-heart communication.

I understand that now my mind has entered the information channel of the big tree. The communication within the tree is directly the flow of thoughts, and it does not use the language of the flesh, which is all shackles.

I sat next to him and asked, "How did you get here?" ”

Instead of answering me, Siddhartha said something that made people feel indescribable, he said, "I'm not happy."

I half-lay against the trunk of a tree, looked at the gray sky, and sighed, "It's all the same." ”

"I was not happy, so I had to find a way to be happy, and I traveled many places and tried many ways, until one time I was dying of hunger, and a young girl rescued me and fed me hot soup. I suddenly realized that it was the purest form of happiness, and then I found the tree, and I settled under it, and finally realized the meaning of happiness. ”

He said so much in one breath.

"What's that happiness?" I asked.

Siddhartha said, "To be happy is to know yourself from within." ”

"Are you pouring me chicken soup for the soul?" I said with a smile.

Siddhartha said, "It's not chicken soup. If you want to find happiness, you don't just talk about metaphysical theories, but pay attention to practical practice, and without a specific method, without step-by-step practice, even if you know that happiness is there, you can't really reach the other side of happiness. ”

"That's nice." I said, "So you find happiness, and then what?" ”

Siddhartha was stunned.

I said, "What is the purpose of finding happiness?" ”

"Happiness and purpose?" He pondered more and more.

I said, "I don't know happiness, and I don't know what it's like to be happy, maybe happiness is the real landing, don't listen to me." ”

Siddhartha looked at me deeply and shook his head: "No, happiness is not the ultimate goal, it is not going ashore, there must be a deeper core hidden behind it. Your question is very good, very correct, and I will continue to fix it. ”

As we were talking, out of the gray space, suddenly came out of the gray space five foreign girls dressed in gauze clothes, barefoot, with long hair, all of them very beautiful. They had set up a swing under the tree, and one girl was sitting while the other two were pushing her. There was also a girl singing and dancing beside her. There was a girl sitting on the ground, her hands on her knees, looking at me and Siddhartha with a crooked face, her long hair falling, I had never seen a girl with such melancholy eyes, as if they could melt everything in the world.

These five girls have their own characteristics, some are lively, some are gentle, some can sing and dance, and some are melancholy, almost all my fantasies about young girls.

I couldn't help but sit up straight, join the old song, and join the girls, clapping my hands and dancing rhythmically.

And Siddhartha was unmoved, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the best thing was that he did not close his eyes, but indifferently watched the performance of these girls, neither resisting nor pandering. I could feel that he had truly reached a state of mind as calm as clear water.

The melancholy girl suddenly knocked down the clay pot in her hand, and a large amount of water flowed out, and it came all the way to our feet.

Her charming eyes looked at us, and there was a lot of love in them. This kind of love contained in the melancholy and sad eyes can kill everything. My heart was pounding, and my hands were trembling.

And Siddhartha was still unmoved, turning a blind eye and hearing but not listening.

When the five girls saw him like this, they slowly receded and returned to the gray mist again, and after a short time, they only heard the sound of landslides and tsunamis, and a large amount of sea water gushed out of the mist, and in an instant the land around us was submerged. With this big tree as the center, we became an island. The waves roared all around, the turbid waves emptied, and the sky was filled with lightning.

Siddhartha was still unmoved, and tens of thousands of black soldiers faintly appeared on the waves, and they opened their bows and arrows to shoot at Siddhartha, and the dense arrows were overwhelming. I was so frightened that I hid behind Siddhartha, and the arrows were about to shoot at me, and they turned into snowflakes in the air.

The big waves, the big water, the black soldiers disappeared in an instant, only the desolate snowflakes fell quietly.

I breathed a sigh of relief, the whole scene from beauty to murder arrows, from wind and waves to quiet snowflakes, I felt like I had experienced a roller coaster of life, as if I thought of something, but I didn't really touch it.

At this moment, a person came out of the gray mist, and I looked over and was taken aback. It was Siddhartha himself, dressed in a snow-white off-the-shoulder monk's robe, handsome and with a faint smile on his face.

I looked at Siddhartha sitting under the tree, and then at Siddhartha who was walking, and there was almost no difference.

Siddhartha who came over sat opposite Siddhartha under the tree, and the two seemed to be looking in the mirror. At this time, Siddhartha, who was meditating, slowly moved his eyes and said softly, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a demon." The one who came said, "It's also your dharma." ”