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On a remote and inaccessible land.

It is a green plain, the sun is just right, beautiful and moving, the wind is warm.

There is a strange tree on the plain. Maybe, it is the only tree in the plain. It is a little like pine or a white poplar. It has thick branches and leaves and is full of vitality.

The trees are about five meters high and not thick.

Under the tree, there were three people, a young monk, about 20, dressed in a golden cassock, with beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, a little cute.

The second man was also a young man. He was wearing a somewhat old Taoist robe and the wind was blowing. He looked ordinary but not outstanding. He was carrying a long blue sword behind him, which was dazzling.

The third person is a young girl, dressed in plain clothes, simple and plain, looks very ordinary, thrown in the crowd will not cause any kind of movement.

The three came from different places. The young monks came from the West.

However, there is no small western sky in the world. He came here from another world, which is an unknown place.

The second young man came from Taoism. In a long time, he also had a name, daoyan. As the name implies, everything and everything derived from Tao.

The origin of the girl seems mysterious. The world only knows her existence, but never knows where she comes from.

As for why the three people gather here, if they tell you that they just want to see a rain and ants struggling under the rain, do you believe it?

Anyway, ghosts don't believe it.

However, they did come to see the rain, including the ants struggling in the rain.

And they've been waiting here for three months.

"The ants are out again." Said the girl.

"There's no rain, I can't see it." The monks were helpless.

"You are blind." Daopao man said seriously.

You can see ants, but you can't see the track of fate. Therefore, monks say they can't see them.

This is a complex issue.

However, although the rain did not come, but ants have appeared, dense is winding a dead branch.

All of a sudden, the girl exclaimed, "Wow, wow, look, that ant is left behind."

They rolled their eyes, but soon they became dignified. The ant looks like an ordinary ant, but if you look closely, you can see some differences.

For example, ants are bigger and more colorful, and they move faster than usual.

Carrying a piece of dark, unknown food, it ran in the opposite direction of the ants.

This is strange.

Instead of returning to the nest along a fixed path, the ants that found food left the team.

The three showed surprise.

After a while, the girl exclaimed again, "it wants to climb up that tree."

The young monk reproached, "can you keep your voice down? We're not deaf yet. "

This plain is said to be close to the edge of the sky, so it has the name of Tianzhi plain, and this tree is a young ancient tree of life, that is, it evolved from the early life or was born.

In a word, it is an ancient tree of life symbolizing the future.

So, the three came here, and they wanted to see the future of the world.

About a few minutes or so, the ant climbed up the ancient tree, but fell down again and again. It has been more than ten times. It is very stubborn and never gives up. It seems that there is something on the ancient tree that attracts it.

In the end, the man in the robe came to a terrible conclusion: "some people want to go against the sky."

The monk looked at it and said, "it hasn't rained yet. It doesn't mean anything. It may just be an embodiment of the ant's self."

"No, this is the trajectory of the future. Some people want to go against the sky. It's very terrible, you see..."

Ants climb over the ancient trees, leaving traces of its own, which shows that ants are tenacious and resolute, even if countless times fail to climb the ancient trees.

Shua!

The three people raised their heads one after another, staring at the top of the ancient tree, as if they wanted to see something.

However, there are layers of fog, covering everything, can not see clearly.

The ants are still struggling.

The three then watched.

Half an hour later, it almost failed hundreds of times, but surprisingly, its body looks very good, never hurt, never tired.

When they saw this, they looked dignified.

In the twinkling of an eye, a day and a night passed.

The three looked at each other in silence, turning from solemn to solemn. Their faces were pale and their bodies began to tremble.

Because ants are still struggling.

What's terrible is that the ancient tree of life began to shake, leaving traces of ants, flowing some thick liquid.It represents the world and the future. It has been hurt.

What an incredible thing!

After three days.

Boom

All of a sudden, the clear sky, suddenly faint down, lightning flash, dark clouds rolling, pressure is very low.

The girl swallowed a mouthful of foam: "it's raining."

As expected, as the legend goes, if someone wants to go against the sky, the world will be fragmented.

The young monk got up and, without speaking, would step on it and try to trample the ant to death.

The Taoist robed man stopped him. "Are you a Buddhist disciple, do you want to kill life?"

The monk said angrily, "it's worth killing him to save all living beings. I'm ready to go to hell."

The girl sighed: "you have the mark of ancient Buddha. Are you sure you want to go to hell?"

The ancient Buddha, which represents the supreme existence of Buddhism, and with that mark on his body, it shows that he may be an ancient Buddha reincarnated.

The brand of reincarnation has gradually awakened. If there is no accident, he will become the powerful and terrible ancient Buddha.

After he went to hell, he was nothing.

Monk humanitarian: "Buddha said, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?"

The Taoist robe man shook his head: "this is the fate. Even if you trample on the ants and pull up the ancient tree of life, you will not be able to quell such a catastrophe."

The girl said, "it's still struggling. This fate is so tenacious! I suddenly want to know the result. "

That's terrible, and they'd rather not know anything if they could.

Whoa!

The rain fell as scheduled, wetting their clothes.

They were silent.

This rain under the end of the end, and ants as always struggling.

Seven days, ten days, in the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The young monk burst into tears: "it's over, it's over, we're going to be finished, the world's over."

Daopao men and girls are also pale, without a trace of blood, invisible, they seem to see such a picture.