“The number of all things starts from one, and the path of the situation is one in three hundred and sixty.
One, the master of numbers, moves the four directions according to its extremes. Three hundred and sixty, to represent the number of the surrounding sky; divided into four, to represent the four seasons; each corner has ninety roads, to represent the sun; and the outer circumference is seventy-two.
The road is based on the elephant; the three hundred and sixty chess pieces are half white and half black, and are based on the yin and yang.
The lines of the game are called Ping, and the lines between them are called Qiao. The game is square and still, while the chess pieces are round and moving. From ancient times to the present, players who play the same game say: "Every day is new." Therefore, it is better to use deep thoughts and careful thinking.
, in order to find the reasons for victory or defeat, we will reach the point where we have not yet reached."
It was one early morning. The sun was rising, the rays were shining, the light was misty, and the whole wilderness was quiet and peaceful. In the square of Yucun, there were voices that sounded like recitations. The voices were very frequent, as if they contained hidden meanings.
With Tao and reason, people will stop.
This is a middle-aged man, gentle and elegant, with a unique temperament, like a scholar, who is reading poetry and books. He is sitting in front of a stone table. Tea is brewing on the table, and the fragrance is lingering. In such an early morning, it is peaceful and peaceful.
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Behind him, there is a willow tree. The willow tree is full of vitality and extremely prosperous. There are many willow leaves growing on it. If you are more careful, you will find that there are many lines carved on these leaves, which are mysterious and mysterious.
Like a highway.
And if you really count these willow leaves, you will find that there are three thousand, which is consistent with the number of three thousand on the avenue. The green light is rippling and the glow is lingering, making this willow tree extremely sacred and extraordinary.
"In all chess, there are benefits and losses, and there are losses and gains. There are intrusions that benefit, and there are intrusions that harm. There are those who are better to throw left, and there are those who are better to throw right. There are those who play first, and there are those who play later. There is tightness.
Those who are pioneering are those who move slowly. Those who stick to things should not go forward, and those who abandon things think about what is behind. There are those who start close and end far, and there are those who start little and end more.
If you want to be strong from the outside, attack the inside first; if you want to be strong, attack the east first and attack the west. If the road is empty and you are blind, look at it first. If it harms other players, it will be a disaster. If you leave the road open, it is better to sparse it, but if you accept the road, do not fight. Choose a place to invade, and if it is blocked, it will be a disaster.
Come on. These are all subtleties of a chess player, and we must not be ignorant of them."
"There are nine grades of Go: one is trance, the second is sitting still, the third is concrete, the fourth is secluded, the fifth is wisdom, the sixth is subtle, the seventh is fighting power, the eighth is foolish, and the ninth is clumsy. Nine.
It’s beyond measure, it doesn’t qualify, and I won’t talk about it anymore.”
The middle-aged man put down the ancient book in his hand, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea. The fragrance of the tea was long and refreshing. The middle-aged man looked up at the crystal willow leaves in the sky and let out a long sigh.
Qin Xuan's teaching of "Tao" that time is still clearly present in his memory, so that when he often recalls it, he will gain something and gain a touch of enlightenment, which will further improve his life level.
"Ten years!"
The middle-aged man sighed, time passes by, and the years pass by forever. Unknowingly, the annual cycle of life has gone through another ten circles. Everything is the same as before, but people have grown up, and their state of mind is also different.
"Shou Zhuo, Ruo Fool, Fighting Strength, Small and Clever, Use Wisdom, Tongyou, Be Concrete, Sitting and Taking Photos, Become Divine."
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and focused on the ancient book in his hand. The five large characters "Thirteen Chapters of the Chess Book" were illuminated on the cover. It was ancient and simple, and he let out another long sigh.
"Little friend Qin Xuan is amazing, this
He didn't know what was going on with Master and Dao Ancestor now, why he hadn't been "summoned" back yet. You must know that this was a real world, a wilderness, not an illusion.
If it were an illusion, then he would not be amazed if he lived for thousands of years, but here, it is real. He has lived from being seven or eight years old when he came to the present, just like his current life on earth.
And after ten years, he gradually discovered that what came here this time was not a ray of thought, but his true body. But when he came, his cultivation and everything about him were all gone.
It was sealed by Daozu and Master.
Here, he had a different childhood, a different life, and lived for ten years.
And these ten years are like nirvana, the beauty has been washed away, the world of mortals has been seen through, everything has returned to its original nature, and Qin Xuan has become more and more ethereal.
Just like he has two lives, one on earth and one in the wilderness. Both places have familiar people and things, and everything that he cherishes and cares about. He... also has two homes, one on earth,
One is in the wilderness.
Here in Yucun.
Ten years have passed, everything is prosperous, and Yucun has become more grand and magnificent. Some of my former friends have also grown up, and some have even gotten married, got wives, and had children. This place feels like home.
Qin Xuan was filled with emotion and let out a long sigh, recalling the past, every plant, every tree, every sand and every stone was so special and so cherished.
Now, his monastic realm is becoming more and more elusive. Even he doesn't know what realm he has reached. His realm has improved, but his strength is still at the beginning of the second step, without any improvement.
It seems that here, he can only reach this level of cultivation.
He also had a guess that the Master and Dao Ancestor might have some purpose, which restricted the improvement of his cultivation and overstated the improvement of his realm. Therefore, as he continued to advance in the realm, he looked more and more...
Light and ethereal.
After living here for ten years, he once explored the wilderness and wanted to see what the outside world was like. However, after traveling thousands of miles, a mist appeared there, covering everything.
The mist turned into a circle, making the world here a pure land.
That's... a seal.
He can't break it.
Therefore, he lived in this pure land for ten years. In his ten years of life, he walked through every part of this pure land, saw all the mountains and rivers, and left his presence everywhere, and as he walked
When time passes, there is always a figure that silently accompanies him.
She is Yuxin.
The former little girl has grown into a beautiful girl after ten years. She is dressed in white clothes, ethereal and out of the world. She is like a banished fairy who has come to the world, and like a fairy in Guanghan Palace, who seems to be riding the wind at any time.
go.
In the past ten years, Qin Xuan also passed on all the medical skills, whether he learned them by himself or saw them from his master, to her. As a result, she became the little miracle doctor in Yucun and inherited the old skills.
The identity of the chief pharmacist.
Ten years is too short for other monks, but for Qin Xuan, every minute and every second is full of people and things that he deserves to cherish and remember. Here, he regards it as home and has relatives.
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The wind blows, blowing the three thousand "Tao" leaves on the willow tree, and there is a crisp sound. The sound is like music, and like a stream flowing on the bluestone, ding-ding-dong-dong, cleansing the soul and swaying
Intoxicated with life.
When Qin Xuan woke up, the time was only a moment, but in that moment, it was as if he had gone through every moment of the past ten years. He had ties here, Yucun was like home, and he had people to cherish.
But in the end, he still has to leave here and enter the other side of the starry sky, where the earth is his home. And when he comes here again, he doesn't know when it will be, and what kind of situation it will be at that time.
Will things change and people change, leaving eternal desolation and lamentation?
How desolate and sad it would be when the prosperity is gone, the beauty is gone, and the old friends are turned into loess.
The years passed by ten years, ten years of life, ten years of stories, ten years of memories, ten years of cherishing. At this moment, Qin Xuan let go of his heart in the sound of "Tao". He couldn't help but let go of all this.
Will let go.
Here, he taught the "Tao" and allowed everyone to learn how to practice, and their strength was improving. Then when he left and came back, time might have been longer, but everything here might just be the rotation of time, and people and people
Nothing will change.
A memory like this moment.
"Taozu and Master?"
Qin Xuan murmured in his heart that he did not believe that the two of them had brought him here for a reason. There must be a hidden purpose. It was not just as simple as letting him "prove the Tao". Perhaps, this place was his own heritage.
When he came, he was alone and this was a village. When he came again, he was no longer alone, and this may not be a village anymore.
Because this place is developing, everyone is cultivating, and their strength is improving. One person can stop thousands of troops, shaking the past and the present. Everyone is on the road to enlightenment. No matter how the years change, those people are still those people.
Those things, those things.
Qin Xuan raised his head and looked at the three thousand "Tao" leaves on the willow tree. They made a tinkling "Tao" sound in the wind, flowing in his heart and turning into ten years of persistence and calmness.