Really incense scene

Chapter 277 (22 more)
Mingruo turned into a big banyan tree, and turned into a tree, which made her feel very novel.

Of course, she seemed to be just a bystander.

She could feel that this big banyan tree was very happy to live in every day.

From time to time, people chat and talk under the tree, and humans help it spray medicine to repel insects.

Although, occasionally naughty children will break his branches, but it doesn't mind.

It feels good to live here.

Once, a weird practitioner came to it.

"Are you really happy now?" The man wearing a black curtain asked it standing under the tree.

"Very happy," replied the tree.

"Well, it's not time yet," the man said with a soft sigh.

Dashu didn't understand and thought the cultivator was strange.

As a tree, it has lived for a long time, witnessed history, and met countless people.

Watching humans build this county, there were no saplings at that time. Many branches were broken off from it to cultivate and planted on the green belts on both sides of the road.

The spiritual consciousness of the big tree can go to every sapling and watch the constant flow of people coming and going.

Those small trees are very good to it. It is difficult for plants to activate spiritual consciousness, but they are very close to big trees.

Sometimes it is very sympathetic to humans, and occasionally it will quietly help humans when they encounter difficulties.

It's a pleasure to live every day.

until that day comes.

The county seat is very dilapidated.

The roads on this side of the old town are too narrow.

The banyan trees used for greening on the roadside were cut down, uprooted and thrown into garbage disposal stations.

The big tree heard the calls for help from those trees, and the screams and cries kept ringing in its ears.

"Help me, I don't want to die!"

"It hurts, don't cut me."

"Ugh, it hurts!!"

"Grandpa, it hurts so much, I don't want to die!!"

Trees that had lived for decades in the old city were ruthlessly sawn off one by one, their branches were cut off, most of their roots were pulled up, and some were directly pressed under the asphalt road, never to see the light of day.

We went to stop the big trees and told those people not to cut them down, but to transplant them to other places for planting.

The person in charge ruthlessly rejected his request: "These banyan trees have no ornamental value, and if they grow for too long, they will be too big and get in the way."

"Why would it be in the way? Don't we need some green plants in the new city? How about transplanting them there?"

"The new city has decided to plant redbuds. I tried to plant a batch before. Last year, the flowers bloomed very beautifully. Many people praised them. This year I also planted redbuds. Compared with banyan trees, redbuds are better. Some."

"Then there's no need to cut down all those banyan trees. Wouldn't it be better to plant them outside the city?"

"Transplanting it outside the city? That would consume too much manpower and material resources, and we don't have that much money. Uncle, it's not that we don't want to, it's really too troublesome. It has no appreciation value anyway, so just cut it off."

The big tree returned to its true form in chaos.

There are too many banyan trees in the old city, and the workers need to work overnight.

The park is very lively at night, a group of people on the other side of the lake are dancing in the square, a family is taking a walk after dinner, and there are young couples who have just fallen in love under the tree and are whispering.

The big banyan tree is still hung with beautiful little lights that humans put on it during the Spring Festival.

The small lamp exudes beautiful light of various colors, and the reflection in the lake is very beautiful.

Everything looked so beautiful, and the lively feeling was something Dashu particularly liked.

but……

The sound of chainsaws kept ringing in its ears.

Other trees screamed and wailed and there was the sound of silent weeping.

Those voices gradually weakened.

Gradually there were other sounds.

"These banyan trees are too big, it's really troublesome."

"That's right, it's not worth much. If it's something else, it can be sold for a fortune."

"I don't know what the guy who used the banyan tree as a green plant originally thought. As it grows bigger, the light of the house is blocked."

"Hurry up, there are still a few trees left and we'll finish the work."

……

"Grandpa, save me, I don't want to die!" A childish cry sounded.

The big banyan tree was startled, and the voice continued to cry: "It hurts so much, grandpa save me, ah!!!"

There was a banyan tree that had spiritual intelligence, but he never knew about it.

When the big tree arrived in a hurry, he saw that the last tree on the side of the road had been brought down.

He saw a translucent, scarred child floating on the tree, crying loudly, "It hurts so much, woohoo!!!"

The tree sawing worker held the electric saw and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally it's finished. Let's tidy up and call it a day."

As he spoke, he stepped on the fallen banyan tree and started the electric saw to cut off all the branches of the banyan tree to facilitate transportation.

"Let's go eat together later," the worker next to him smiled and said to his companion.

"Okay, let's go eat meat together, I'm exhausted these days."

"Okay."

Childish cries rang in the ears of the big tree, and he watched helplessly as the tree was being sawed off bit by bit.

"Is it uncomfortable?" A voice sounded in his mind, the voice was unhurried, with silent bewitchment.

"You see, humans are all like this and don't know how to be grateful."

"If you don't take action, that little tree will die."

"Just do it, you can save it if you do it."

"Human beings are not worthy of our liking. They all deserve to die."

There was blood in Dashu's eyes, and he couldn't remember clearly what happened next.

When he woke up, he was standing by the side of the road with bright red blood on his hands.

The weird cultivator appeared next to him again.

He wrapped the spiritual consciousness of the banyan tree in a bead and handed it to him and said: "Its spiritual consciousness has been too damaged and its body is dead. Please find a new body for it."

"Did I kill someone?" Dashu murmured, "People from the Special Administration will come over."

"Special Administration? Don't be afraid, I can help you destroy these evidences," the man said.

"No," Dashu shook his head, his eyes clear again, "Since I broke the law, I should be punished."

"Being punished?" The man sneered, "Why, humans are just ants in our eyes, do we care about killing an ant?"

"but……"

"Think about it, if something happens to you, what will you do with this broken spiritual consciousness?" The man raised the bead emitting a faint green light in his hand and said, "If no one takes care of it, it will die at any time."

"I, I'll find a place deep in the mountains and old forests to place it," the tree hesitated and said.

"Deep mountains and old forests? Haven't you read the news? Trees in deep mountains and old forests will also be cut down. It will take at least a hundred years for it to transform into a human form in its current form. Are you sure there is no one to protect it? Will it not be cut down for hundreds of years? "A voice came out from the black curtain, with a bit of mockery, "Are you sure? This child is still crying and begging you for help, but you didn't save it.

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