The Great Desolation God List: I was exposed when I went to the Westward Journey

As soon as this word comes out.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

"Slaughtering the Proud of Heaven."

"Gather a large number of quasi-sages, even if you die, you have to kill a quasi-sage."

"As long as we kill one of the quasi-sages, we will have unlimited opportunities."

"Now they will never think of it, and we will shoot directly."

Tathagata's voice fell.

The faces of Ran Deng and the others changed in an instant. Looking at the Tathagata in front of them, they felt that he was very different from the past.

The usual Tathagata is mainly based on the dog way, why has he become so radical today?
Could it be that he was stimulated by something?
They looked at the Tathagata in disbelief.

And Tathagata's eyes can only speak the word cold.

She couldn't bear it, she really couldn't bear it.

She practiced Taoism for countless years.

The Buddhists died one by one.

How can this be a state of great prosperity?
Suspicion with his sage handwriting.

In this era, it is likely that the Tao of Heaven is no longer flourishing Buddhism.

What's the point of doing all this if Buddhism is no longer flourishing?
No, it makes sense!
Tiandao's verbal prosperity is just a gimmick. What is really needed is great prosperity, and they need to do it themselves. In the era of Journey to the West, everyone has a chance, and everyone has a chance.

It is no longer the dilapidated era of ancient times. As long as you are good enough, maybe even a saint can surpass you in the end.

This is the idea of ​​Zhunti Buddha's mother, and the saint is no longer such an arrogant existence.

If you don't do something about it...

Then in this world, maybe there will be no place for Buddhism in the end!

The Tathagata was sent out by himself to seek the way.

If we can find the Hongmeng Taoist Temple, we may be able to find a solution. This solution may be able to save their Buddhist lives in the midst of water and fire.

This is the calculation of Zhunti Buddha Mother herself. This calculation itself is perfect, and it can even be said to be seamless.

Now everyone doesn't know that the Tathagata has been replaced by her.

This is a time to gamble.

The bet is right, Buddhism is booming.

If you make a wrong bet, Buddhism will be finished!

Thinking of this, Buddha Tathagata looked at the heaven far away, and slowly stood up from the lotus.

"Light the lamp, Maitreya."

"Come with me."

"Go to Heaven!"

……

evening.

Southern Zhanbuzhou.

Uzbekistan border.

In a mountain village called Gao Laozhuang.

Countless people are working hard.

This place does not belong to Uz country yet.

And no one came to occupy it.

Everyone is working hard.

And in this one.

There is a child who is walking squeaky.

This child's body is not as big as an ordinary baby, but he has learned to walk. His body is wrapped in a pink quilt, and a black bodhi seed grows in the middle of his head.

He takes a step and falls.

Take a step, drop it.

It seems to be heading in some direction.

Follow the child's walk.

Gradually, the intermittent sound of firewood chopping sounded in the child's ears.

The child stopped and walked towards the intermittent sound of chopping wood.

The sound of chopping wood was getting closer.

closer and closer!
Finally, the child in the blanket stopped.

The child wrapped in blankets raised his head and looked at the man who was chopping firewood in front of him. Beside the man were logs. The logs were piled up, at least a hundred feet high.

But the child doesn't know how to calculate. He just babbled and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to say something.

The man turned his head, put down the ax in his hand, looked at the child in front of him suspiciously, and asked involuntarily:

"who are you?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"What can I offer you?"

The child shook his head and continued to babble and stretch out his hand, as if begging him for a hug.

The man stretched out his hand and slowly hugged the person in front of him.

at this time--

The child suddenly jumped to his ear.

Babbling and babbling, she uttered two immature human language.

"Please... tell me!"

The man's body trembled, and he pulled the child away from him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the child in front of him. The child smiled foolishly and kept chanting two words.

"Please... tell me!"

The man stared at the black bodhi seed on his head.

And right now.

A voice sounded.

"Lai is like a treasure, and it is like a treasure."

"Where have you been, come back soon?!"

The man froze for a moment, and looked into the darkness, looking for the mother of her son.

He looked at the child in his arms, and slowly put him down.

After the child was put down, he still babbled and begged for a hug from the man, as if he wanted to continue whispering those two words in his ear.

But the man didn't show any expression. He grabbed the ax in his hand, stretched out his hand and pulled out one of the hundreds of feet of wood next to him, and then put it on the chopping board. He raised the ax and cut the wood into a large number at a terrifying speed that burst out instantly. fragments.

The child tilted his head, looked at the man in front of him, and just wanted to reach out to hug his bright thigh, but was hugged by his mother, and said angrily:

"What are you doing here, this madman?"

"I have chopped books here for a year, and cut down trees all day long. I really don't know what he is doing here."

"Duobao, let me tell you, you are a genius."

"Less than two months after birth, he learned to walk."

"I can tell you, you can't go to him, you should read the book?"

The mother said admonishingly, and finally cast a disgusted glance at the man, and left slowly.

And with the man's departure, the man's tree-cutting never stopped.

The trees that were hundreds of feet high were quickly cut down.

The man looked around with calm eyes.He stretched out his hand and grabbed at nothingness, the entire time and space were shattered, the sound of the sea waves flowed out from it, the man stood up and stepped in, entering the long river of time.

This seems to be a remote river of time. In this river of time, there seems to be nothing but a tree that has become a forest. The tributaries of the river of time pass here and pass by the feet of these trunks.

These are trees planted here by men.

He picked up the ax in his hand, and suddenly aimed at one of the trees, slashed the knife instantly, split the tree openly, grabbed the top, and the man cut several times neatly, and cut out again. Stacked together, there can be hundreds of trees.

He grabbed the tree and went back slowly.

Step into the present world again.

He raised the ax in his hand again, repeating the previous action.

It never seems to stop.