Chapter 984: Treasure Tree

The land of the extreme south.

Yan Fuzhou.

Located on Guixu.

The existence of Guixu is no secret to most high-ranking monks.

After all, in the cognition of monks in this world, the sky is round, the earth is square, the sky has nine layers of heaven, and the world of round sky and place naturally has an end.

And this end is "Return to the Market".

In the extreme south, there is a floating island. The island has been floating on Guixu since five thousand years ago. .

And on this island, there is a kind of green tree called Yanfu tree growing everywhere.

Every Yanfu tree is covered with lush branches and leaves, which will not wither all the year round and never fall for ten thousand years.

This island is known as Nanyanfu Island.

Many years ago, a master of Buddhism found this place on Guixu, and when he was impressed by the magnificent scenery of the island, it was convenient for him to learn Buddhism here.

His name is: Sakyamuni.

When he was studying Buddhism, he could see colorful auspicious clouds floating in the southern sky all year round from all over the world, which seemed to be auspicious omens, so many Buddhist monks came to follow the scene. Over time, more and more Buddhist monks gathered in Nanyan Fudao.

Since Sakyamuni came to this island, he has been sitting in death meditation for ten, fifty, or a hundred years.

In the end, he sat for five hundred years.

Everyone thought that Sakyamuni was dead, but one day, Sakyamuni, who was covered with dust, ignited raging golden flames all over his body. In the golden flames that filled the sky, Sakyamuni smiled slightly and opened his eyes. At the flick of a finger, the island full of Yanfu trees is full of white flowers.

In front of countless Buddhist monks, Sakyamuni sat and melted in the golden flame.

Ten years have passed.

Where Sakyamuni sat, a sapling grew.

The saplings grew day by day, and after another thousand years, they grew into towering trees.

This tree has seven branches, each branch has a different color, like gold, or silver, or agate, or jasper.

The Buddhist monks who stayed at the scene bowed down one after another, crying that this is "Buddha's return to the west".

Here, later generations call it "Yan Fuzhou".

This tree is the Zhenzhou treasure tree of Yan Fuzhou——Seven Treasures Glaze.

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Time back to today.

Today, thousands of years later.

Yan Fuzhou, which has been isolated from the world for more than a thousand years, has reopened.

The monks from the hidden Taoist sects from all over the world came here with their own magic weapons.

When they came, they saw a scorching sun shining in the sky.

Just as they entered without knowing the door, the bright golden light actively paved a "light path" in the scorching sun. They stepped on the light path, swinging golden textures in circles, and landed on the island.

island,

The three thousand lotus platform rotates without roots in the sky, exuding a charming precious light.

The phantoms of blossoming lotuses, in this magnificent and mysterious secret realm, are born and died at a glance, and withered in an instant.

When everyone was amazed at the abundance of "special effects" in Yan Fuzhou, under the guidance of several young eminent monks, they each chose a lotus platform and waited quietly.

In the past hundred years, many things have happened.

Compared with a hundred years ago, the Taoist structure has undergone drastic changes.

A hundred years ago, there were nine sects in the Taoist circle, three for the upper, three for the middle, and three for the lower.

First, the Bodhisattva Building resolutely disbanded after it failed in the rebellion of the Daqian Dynasty a hundred years ago. Many of them were scattered in the Xuanmen circle, and some of them joined the Mo Luo Palace and became villains. In the city, as an expert in the market, some people don't know whether they live or die.

Later, the Black Shark Gang was taken over by Qianguo. With the general trend of exhaustion of spiritual energy, the method of receiving energy was lost, and it gradually became mediocre, and then it died. However, Wanxiang Building was severely punished and went out of business one after another. After that, Qingluan Tree was disbanded on the spot under the instruction of the door master Feng Qingluan.

Decades ago, a demon king Xiaohu came out of Ping'an Temple, who slaughtered Zhujian Villa overnight. Removed from Taoist circles.

The nine sects of the profound veins from a hundred years ago were destroyed, scattered, and separated. Up to now, there is no distinction between upper, middle and lower in the Xuanmen world, and there are only four sects left.

These four gates are: Heavenly Sword Gate, Mo Luo Palace, Yan Fuzhou, and Burning Heaven Valley.

The four Xuanzongs check and balance each other. In the general trend of exhaustion of spiritual energy, they hide in their respective caves and blessed places, seeking longevity in the cracks.

The change of dynasty in Dongsheng Shenzhou a hundred years ago can be said to be the key factor affecting the structure of Xuanmen, but in that vortex, only Yan Fuzhou, which was far above Guixu, was alone, and was not affected by that vortex. spread.

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In Yan Fuzhou.

Three thousand lotus stands, each of which is a top-grade magic weapon.

However, in the eyes of ordinary casual cultivators, it is difficult to find a high-grade magic weapon even if they risk their lives, but now it is used by Yan Fuzhou as a "step".

Following a young and handsome monk, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sitting in the void, with the seven-treasure glazed tree as the background, from time to time smiles and opens the barriers of the cave to welcome visitors from other places. Delicate golden lotuses bloom around the young monk. , flourish, and eventually fade away.

Someone was secretly guessing the identity of the young monk.

"Poor monk, little Supreme Buddha, welcome everyone from the Heavenly Sword Sect to Yan Fuzhou."

Just as the casual cultivators on the lotus platform were guessing, the Heavenly Sword Sect, once the head of the Taoist sect, finally came.

And the young monk who called himself "Little Supreme Buddha" opened the guiding passage with a smile, and a group of people came with a mighty sword.

I saw the leader, with emerald green clothes, white hair that surpasses the snow, and that frosty face, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. The moment she appeared on the stage, it was like the first snowfall in this magnificent Buddhist holy land, making everything quiet and silent. All the casual cultivators on the lotus platform did not dare to keep silent, for fear of destroying the woman's noble temperament.

After the atmosphere froze for a moment, the white-haired woman frowned slightly, then relaxed her brows, and said in a low voice: "Xia Ruxue of Tianjian Sect will attend the meeting with the elders in the sect on behalf of the master. The eminent monk does not need to be polite."

Following Xia Ruxue, there was also a scruffy Taoist with a wine gourd and a tattered umbrella behind his back.

Even in the holy land of Buddhism, Jian Nanchun, a sloppy Taoist, did not shy away from drinking fine wine with his head on his head, and exclaimed freely.

"Xiao Jian, pay attention."

The black and white goats around me couldn't stand it any longer, and reprimanded them in unison.

In the past hundred years, Jian Nanchun's temperament has changed drastically, as if he had changed into a different person. Although they also knew that Jian Nanchun became like this because he encountered many setbacks, and it was fine on weekdays, but in other people's territory, he always had to worry about his image.

"Hehe, why not." With a smile in his eyes, Jian Nanchun raised his wine gourd to the aloof little Supreme Buddha: "You don't mind, do you?"

Little Supreme Buddha smiled back: "Fellow Taoists are not disciples of Buddhism, so there is no need to abide by the clear rules of Buddhism."

"Look, how generous they are."

Jian Nanchun glanced at the black and white sheep, and said confidently.

The black and white goats stopped in an instant.

Along with Xia Ruxue on this trip, there are also the elders of Tianjianmen.

Except for Bi Tiexin who was seriously ill, everyone else came.

Jian Nanchun, as a senior disciple of the Discipline Mountain, and "possibly" the next elder of the Discipline Mountain, will replace Bi Tiexin.

In order to participate in this Xuanmen grand meeting, almost all the elders of Tianjianmen came out together, which can be said to have given Yan Fuzhou enough face.

Ren Qingshan looked at the crazy and decadent Jian Nanchun, frowned, but didn't say anything.

A group of people from Tianjianmen chose a lotus platform to settle down, and waited quietly for the visitors.

Xia Ruxue raised her head indifferently, looking at the majestic figure in the sky, even though the golden light floating on his body was so upright and bright, Xia Ruxue felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to describe it exactly. That weird sense of incongruity.

Jian Nanchun and Xia Ruxue were standing on the same lotus platform. He noticed that Xia Ruxue's eyes were on the Little Supreme Buddha. After taking a sip of wine, he took the initiative to introduce Xia Ruxue: "About Three hundred years ago, in a small remote country in Xiniu Hezhou, there was a small Leiyin Temple ruins, and there was a village near it."

"One day, a green lotus with 21 petals bloomed in the sky. Following the vision, the local villagers went to the ruins of Xiaoleiyin Temple to investigate, and found a baby crying loudly in front of the empty lotus platform of the Buddha statue. .”

"The strangest thing is that when the villager who found the baby picked up the baby, the baby stopped crying immediately, smiled and folded his hands together, and the blue lotus fell from the sky, leaving a lotus mark between his eyebrows."

"There is no reincarnation in the world, but when the Buddhist cultivators of Yan Fuzhou learned about this, they immediately went to Xiniu Hezhou to take the baby back. They were honored as 'Buddha's reincarnation', named 'Buddha's son', and conferred profound Buddhist teachings."

"After three hundred years like this, this person's cultivation of Buddhism is unfathomable. Hehe," Jian Nanchun spread his hands helplessly, "There are no wonders in the world. In this world, there really are geniuses."

Xia Ruxue was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes, there are."