After eating, everyone chatted until late at night.

At zero o'clock, the sound of firecrackers, fireworks rang out, and the sky over the city was lit up with colorful lights.

"I hope that in the new year, everyone will be safe, healthy and happy." Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and made a wish.

When he opened his eyes, he found that everyone was looking at him,

"He's a good boy." Yasuo, who was like the wind, said.

"Hmm." Everyone agrees.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head a little embarrassed, but thought of what they said just now: "Dad, why do they say that you can only taste bitterness?" ”

"Mingfei, I'll tell you another story." Lao You sighed.

"Remember the story of the World Tree I told you?"

The Jiude sisters and Fang Nanyang on the side pricked up their ears, while You Qibao and Yasuo were a little stunned.

Lu Mingfei recalled, "Every era has a World Tree, and when the era dies, the World Tree will not die immediately, but slowly wither. ”

"More than one World Tree?" Fang Nanyang asked.

Lu Mingfei recalled for a moment and replied: "In the story told by my father, although there is more than one World Tree, there is at most one in an era, and the others are just stumps left over from the previous era. ”

"What I'm going to tell you this time is the story of the stump of the world tree." Lao You took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.

……

In the legendary Pure Land of Western Bliss.

When a child was born, both the gods and Buddhas and Arhats were very happy.

Many big names came to pray for him.

There was a great bodhisattva whose face seemed to be carved out of wood, with eternal compassion engraved on his face, came and touched the child's head.

The immortals and Buddhas were very surprised, this great bodhisattva is called the Great Bodhisattva of the Eternal Soul, and he has not intersected with other people for a thousand years.

This child was born and could crawl, walk in three days, and walk in seven days.

God and Buddha praised, "Blessing my spiritual mountain, good my flower world." ”

The child grew up until he was three years old, because he liked to tinker with ingredients, delved into the appetite, and other small gadgets, he was named a little Buddha by the gods and Buddhas.

When he was six years old, no one who ate his food was unhappy.

Once he ran out of bitter water in his little cup, he took a small bucket and ran out.

The bitter water comes from the bitter sea around the Pure Land of Bliss, and if you take a sip, you will have a bitter face all day long, and you will be depressed. But the child pondered a way to deal with the bitter water, turning the bitter water into a seasoning, and it was quite easy to use.

"Only bitter is sweet." These are the words left by the Great Bodhisattva after taking a bite of the dish he cooked, and there was a little shock in his tone.

At this time, the child stood on the shore at the edge of the bitter sea, looking ahead.

The vast sea of bitterness is blue and blue, and the mountains are full of people and immortals.

He looked at his own reflection on the sea of suffering, and had a glimmer of enlightenment, found Su Hui, and found his true self.

He took a picture of himself in the sea of suffering, "Hey, it turns out that I crossed over." ”

He also spoke in the sea of suffering, "He realm, don't laugh, kill all the gods and Buddhas first, and save us and others from the sea of suffering." ”

The child was taken aback.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back." The wood-carved face Bodhisattva suddenly appeared in the sky, but his voice was devoid of any emotion, as if a synthesized sound moved.

The child hesitated and did not leave, he lay down and said to the reflection in the sea of suffering, "What does he mean by the realm fruit?" ”

The bitter water reflected a hideous smile and beckoned to him, "Come, look at what's under the bitter sea, and you'll understand everything." ”

The child did not hesitate, because the reflection in his senses did not mean to harm him, and he looked up at the wooden bodhisattva in the sky, and the other party did not seem to have the intention of stopping him.

So the child took a deep breath and buried his face under the surface of the bitter sea.

The underwater scenery gave him a creep.

At the bottom of the water is a "mountain", a "mountain" made of countless people, who are struggling on the verge of drowning every minute and every second, but they are pressed under the pressure of the bitter sea and cannot turn over, but they cannot be freed, and a vine tree pierces behind them, so that they are tortured and do not die.

"Vomit, vomit, vomit." The child lay on the shore retching.

"What is that?" The child was relieved.

The reflection suddenly exclaimed in pain, "The sea of suffering is a sea of people, everyone in the world is suffering, and the gods and Buddhas are happy land." ”

"Is it decided?" The reflection calmed down and asked calmly.

The child's heart was full of anger, and there was anger in his black eyes, "I still want to have good fruits to eat like this, fuck me." ”

"Hahaha," the reflection of the bitter sea came out of the water, "Then let's be one again, you and I are fused, and the complete other realm fruit is invincible in this world." ”

As the shadows in the water merged, he began to gradually become smaller, becoming three or four years old.

He walked through the land of Bliss, with seven folds of fences, seven nets, and seven rows of trees, all of which were four treasures, surrounded by turns, and were the country of Bliss, called Bliss.

"Little Kipfer, where are you going?" On the way, I met a young man, handed him a piece of fruit, and asked by the way.

The fruit was crystal clear and fragrant, and the child did not take it.

"Do you know what this fruit is used to nourish it?" The child asked.

"Yes," he retorted, "but what does that have to do with us?"

Child, I am more than 300 years old, and I am still young and strong, and it is because of these things, once I lose them, I will grow old and die. ”

"Then you're dying too easily!" The child exclaimed.

The young man wanted to be angry, but a black breath was drawn from his head, and he became "peaceful" again.

Suppressing his anger, the child continued on his way, ignoring the residents of Paradise who had accosted him on the way.

Coming to the spiritual mountain, the seven treasure pools, the eight merit water, fill it, and the bottom of the pool is pure with golden sand. Four-sided steps, gold and silver, glass, glass synthesis.

There is a pavilion on it, and it is also decorated with gold and silver, glass, glass, clams, red beads, and agate. The lotus flower in the pond is as big as a wheel, cyan, cyan, yellow, yellow, red, red, white, white, delicately fragrant.

But when he saw it, he got bored, and went straight through these to the central hall, and asked the gods and Buddhas, "Why?" ”

"Carved Wood Bodhisattva, why don't you stop him." Instead of answering the child's question, an arhat questioned the wooden-faced bodhisattva on one side.

"I am not a bodhisattva, I am the king of souls, the king of the sky and souls, the brother of the wind." He tore off his own wood, purple gas flowing, "My brother has been tortured by you for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that I touched his spiritual platform when this child was born, and he instinctively helped me break the shackles, I am afraid that I would have slowly rotted away with you maggots in the end. ”

As he spoke, black tears dripped from his blood, and he hated, "You all deserve to die! Tampering with my memories caused my brother to be imprisoned and tortured for thousands of years. ”

He kicked off the rosette at his feet, walked down, squatted down in front of the child, and asked softly:

"Son, join me in destroying this place."

The gods and Buddhas were furious, "Bold! ”

"Okay." The child nodded.