Chapter 903: Past life (1)

Chapter 903 Past Life (1)
As Yang Chen placed his hand on the Sanshengshi, the world around him immediately changed upside down. Yang Chen only felt that after a whirl of heaven and earth in his mind, countless memories followed.
Strange pictures reappeared in his mind.
...
In the evening.
The red clouds on the horizon shone, a fiery red color.
Three men dressed as monks came to a forest. All three men were carrying luggage on their bodies. The monks who ran over from somewhere looked like they were in the dust.
An old monk, looks seventy or eighty years old.
A young monk, looks more than twenty years old.
There is also a little monk, only seven or eight years old.
"Big brother, I'm hungry. Go and find something to eat." The little monk put his luggage on the stone, touched his stomach, and said to the young monk beside him.
"I'm busy, the scriptures of yesterday have not been copied yet, go by yourself." The young monk pretended to take out two brand-new scriptures from his luggage.
These two scriptures have been in the monk's bag for several years. The young monk has never seen him look at it. Only when he is asking him to do something, will he take out the scriptures, and then look seriously.
"Master, I'm hungry. Go and find something to eat for me." The little monk looked at the old monk.
"Huhuhu..."
The old monk beside him had already closed his eyes and snored softly.
"Damn!" Seeing this scene, the little monk couldn't help but roll his eyes, but soon he closed his mouth, folded his hands together, and said to himself, "Amitabha, sin and sin, the disciple said again It's a dirty word..."
After chanting and repenting for a while, the little monk curled his lips and said, "Okay, you two are busy, both of you are busy people. Is it okay for me to find food for you as a kid? But I heard that this forest But there are many fairies, if someone eats me, then you will cry!"
"That's right, Junior Brother, you can check your practice when the fairy comes." The young monk did not look up.
"Go, the teacher will eat and recite the Buddha for you, and pray silently." The old monk didn't know when he woke up, he laughed.
Seeing this scene, the little monk couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't want to talk nonsense with the two white-eyed wolves again, turned directly, and walked toward the depths of the forest.
The forest is lush, but terribly silent, especially when the sky is getting darker, and the sounds of wild beasts can be heard in the depths from time to time, making the little monk feel a little frightened.
"Amitabha Buddha, Guan Zizhen Bodhisattva, Daluo Jinxian, Tathagata Buddha...All Buddhas, please bless your disciples!" The little monk put his hands together nervously, and walked forward cautiously.
Suddenly, a withered old tree appeared in front of his eyes. The tree had not known how long it had lived. The branches of the tree slumped to the ground, looking languid.
Its leaves are all gone, just like an old man in his seventies or eighties, with bare branches. However, what made the little monk strange was that this tree, which had obviously withered, had densely packed fruits on it?
These fruits are red, like small tomatoes, extremely beautiful, and there is a sweet smell in the air.
"Gululu!" Looking at these fruits, there was a cry from the little monk's stomach, and he could no longer help the greedy worm in his heart and ran towards the tree.
"Strange, how can the tree bear fruit?"
"Don't care about it, taste it first... Well, it's so sweet! It's delicious!" The little monk tasted a fruit, and his eyes immediately showed excitement.
But just as the little monk was immersed in the deliciousness of the fruit, a sigh of sound rang, and one of the trunks of the big tree suddenly moved, like an arm, gently holding the little girl. The monk's body.
"Hehe, what a young life, and this breath of vitality, I haven't seen humans for thousands of years... Long ago, I also saw some strangers who spoke and sang with me, Although I was still in my spirit at that time, I was indeed very happy. But after a while, the group of people didn’t know where they were going, and I never saw them again.
The tree sighed from the trunk. Shang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the little monk quietly.
"Do you know where they went?"
"They are dead." The little monk said.
"Death? What is death?"
"Death is... nothing, no sensation, no feeling, and no thoughts, just like sleeping or not dreaming, nothing exists between you falling asleep and waking up." The little monk tried to explain.
Hearing this, the big tree's eyes immediately showed fear: "Death? This is death? It's terrible! I don't want to be like them, never existed!"
The little monk couldn't help laughing: "You can live a long time. You have been alive for thousands of years. You should be able to live longer!"
Dashu: "I also want to be able to walk freely on the ground, talk, and meet more people like you. But it took me thousands of years to grow such a pair of eyes. I don’t know how long it will take. Able to grow hands and legs."
The little monk was a little curious: "Then how did you talk to me if you didn't grow your mouth?"
Dashu's tone was suddenly a little weird: "Guess what?"
"Well, let me guess..." The little monk touched his head and said: "You must have eaten a passing human, then tore his mouth off and put it on yourself, right?"
"you're so smart!"
The tree laughed.
Immediately afterwards, the little monk felt a sudden tremor under his feet, and countless branches suddenly entangled the little monk's feet, locking him tightly. Immediately afterwards, the two branches stretched out towards the little monk's hands like tentacles.
"Hey, I have waited for thousands of years, and finally I have waited for a human being! Now, I want to take your hands and feet, so that I can walk freely like you too!" The tree laughed, his tone flowed. Showing madness.
However, before he had time to tear off the little monk's hands, he only heard a "bang". From the young monk's body, a fierce golden light suddenly burst out, which directly shattered the branches of the big tree.
"Magic Conqueror?"
Seeing this golden light, the tree's eyes immediately showed a surprise, and he looked at the little monk with some uncertainty.
Such a small point, turned out to be a magician?
"Amitabha Buddha." The little monk bowed with one hand and said calmly: "You have killed so many humans in the past, and your sins are serious, but the poor monk thinks about your hardship, so let you go. Let's go back!"
"Hahahaha!" Hearing these words, the tree couldn't help but laughed: "A low-level demon master who dares to speak wild words here? Well, I want to see, how do you kill me!"
As the big tree said, it was madly dancing the branches, reaching towards the little monk.
Seeing this scene, the little monk's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away lifelessly.
"Help—life—ah!"
...
not far away.
The senior brother turned over and said with sleepy eyes: "Master, the junior brother seemed to be calling for help just now? Is something wrong?"
The old monk folded his hands together and said lightly: "Where is there any help? Your heart has not calmed down!"
Senior Brother: "But, Master, I really seemed to hear..."
"Shhh!" The old monk made a silent gesture: "Don't speak, calm down, just like being a teacher, go and experience the mysteries of Dharma!"
"Amitabha!"
Senior brother quickly sat up from the ground, learning from the old monk, clasping his hands together: "The sins and sins, it turns out that my heart has not calmed down. It seems that I am still far from the master."