Chapter 126 The Immortal Sister Is You Tanxianghua
To understand what I'm talking about, all you need to know is ancient Chinese hieroglyphics.
The Lanke chess game is a kind of hieroglyphics. To understand the meaning of the black and white chess pieces, instead of blindly diving into the chess game and exploring the principles of chess, is going too far and not doing enough.
The two Go masters were stunned at the same time. They have been obsessed with chess for half their lives. They have known how to win the game since they were six years old. Once they give up their own limited ideas and follow my footsteps, it will be equivalent to starting a journey in the known world.
I opened a brand new skylight and glimpsed a different scenery.
"Brilliant, brilliant, indeed brilliant, the two of us combined are not as good as you..." The two people put away the chessboard, with a look of shame on their faces, lowered their heads and walked out.
They are smart people. Now that they know that they have misunderstood the meaning of Lanke's chess game, they must be so ashamed that they no longer have the face to fight for anything in Dulong Bingzhu Temple.
By the afternoon, I had figured out all the changes in Lanke's chess game.
The game between gods is not to kill time, but to point out the direction for all mankind.
Qin Chengpei and Eucommia ulmoides watched the chess game at the same time. One saw the sky beyond the sky, while the other felt nothing and only watched the excitement. Therefore, Qin Chengpei disappeared, but Eucommia ulmoides died.
I was no longer anxious to search, but calmly brewed a pot of mountain snow lotus tea, sat in front of the window, and read the scriptures.
"If you have any delusional thoughts, don't leave the house easily. The evil spirits that disturb my mind are to pry the foundation. What is the foundation? Calmness, calmness, wisdom. What is prying? If I don't mess up, who can mess with me? Be good in beginning and end well, be careful in ending.
The beginning, that’s all.”
This passage makes it very clear that if human beings are in disarray, evil spirits and heretics can take advantage of the opportunity to enter. If we hold on to the principle of unity and remain unchanged in response to all changes, we can defeat the strong with the weak and win without fighting.
Qin Chengpei also failed to keep his true intentions, so he used the emperor's divine saw to cut down the forest.
At first glance, she found the Yin-Yang Doll and achieved the most glorious victory, but no one knew that he had already laid the foundation for disaster.
There were footsteps outside, and then someone knocked on the door.
I held the scripture and walked over to open the door. Standing outside was a very thin young monk with a very youthful facial expression.
"Mr. Ye, my master has invited you. He has prepared seven-step cold frost tea to serve the distinguished guests."
I nodded, didn't ask him who his master was, closed the scroll, put it on the table, and followed him out.
The young monk took me to the location of Baijing, turned to the left, and entered a long and narrow alley.
The stone walls on both sides of the alley are about three people high. Looking up, there is only a thin line in the sky.
Turn right at the end of the alley, and an old house with three stone walls and thatched roof appears in front of you.
The old house is surrounded by the main hall, and the height of the roof is the same as the base of the main hall, so people who live here can only sit in the well and look at the sky.
The young monk opened the door and invited me into the stone room.
Sitting next to the old-fashioned square table in the stone house was an old monk with white hair and beard.
At this moment, his hands were flat on the table, smiling, facing the door.
The light in the room was dim. When I adapted to the surrounding environment, I was immediately surprised to find that there were two hideous and ugly scars on the old monk's eyes. It seemed that someone had used violent means to gouge out his eyes.
"Master, Mr. Ye has arrived." The young monk reported in a low voice.
The old monk nodded and smiled: "Okay, please take a seat. This year's Seven-Step Cold Frost Tea harvest is extremely weak, only three taels. It's very shabby for distinguished guests to come, so don't be ridiculous."
I thanked him sincerely and sat down on the bench next to him.
"You went to Baijing last night and read the inscription a dozen times, right? I have to tell you one thing. If you don't want to be like me, don't investigate Baijing."
The young monk brought a wooden cup made from dug tree roots. The tea in the cup was blue and green, like paint.
"Thanks for the reminder, but I'm already involved. If you find Shirai, you can find Qin Chengpei and reveal the secret of Lanke's chess game. Once this thing starts, it will be difficult to stop." I explained calmly.
The old monk's hands and fingers began to wander on the table. It turned out that this ancient table was very strange. The tabletop was a three-dimensional map carved in proportion to the peaks and valleys of the Snowy Mountains.
His eyes are disabled, but his ability to feel on his fingers must be one in a million.
"It doesn't matter if you get involved. Except for important matters such as supporting justice and safeguarding peace, don't be emotional. I know that many people come to Dulong Bingzhu Temple in the Snow Mountains for the sake of the fairy sister. Several desert oil kings, second-generation European and American rich, and European upstarts
Their goals are all fairy sisters, but these people have never imagined that the most beautiful things in the world can bring people not only pleasure, but also disasters - catastrophes!"
My insight is very keen. From the shape of the scars on the old monk's eyes, I can infer that he has "self-mutilated his eyes."
"Master, how do you say this?" I sincerely asked for advice.
"The Euphorbia flower - my eyes, just because I saw the Euphorbia flower, my heart was surging, I couldn't control it, I completely burned myself, and only by self-mutilation of my eyes, I was able to save my life. Mr. Ye, if you also saw
The future results of Euphorbia japonica are very likely to be like mine."
What he said was very terrifying, but when he recited it, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, without any pain, but with a kind of cruel sweetness.
I understand what he said. If the euphorbia refers to a beauty, then he is crazy about beauty and can't stop. After mutilating his eyes, he turned a blind eye to all the beautiful things in the world. His heart can calm down and rely on those beautiful things.
Memory lasts the rest of life.
This matter may seem twisted and cruel to outsiders, but to a wise man, it is extremely correct.
At the critical moment of life and death, the right way is to be ruthless to oneself and remove the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.
"I'm not afraid." I said calmly.
"There are so many classics in the world, but few people describe the Euphorbia odorifera. There are only a few mentions in "Randeng Lu", "Dinghai Teachings" and "Snow Mountain Ten Commandments". In modern times, many so-called botanists
Rumor has it that Euphorbia japonica is also classified as a snow mountain plant, confused with Datura flower. Alas, there are too many people in the world who deceive the world and steal their reputation, and who are ignorant and incompetent. On the contrary, they cover up the true and profound knowledge - young people,
Remember my words, when you see the Euphorbia flower, you will be burned inside, and you can’t suppress it. Self-mutilation of your eyes is the only solution——"
The young monk waiting next to him shuddered violently. It seemed that he understood the old monk's past. It is impossible for ordinary people to self-mutilate his eyes. Only those gangsters who are more ruthless to their enemies and even more ruthless to themselves can do it.
Do it.
"Okay, thank you for your teaching." I thanked him seriously.
We all met by chance, and the old monk said this to me, which is very valuable.
"A white well is not a well, but a white well is the essence of Dulong Bingzhu Temple in Daxue Mountain. Young man, in the past three years, no one except you has noticed a white well. This is probably fate..."
The old monk pointed at the wooden cup and moved the corner of his mouth slightly.
Ordinary people would never dare to drink tea provided by others easily when entering a place like this, but I could feel from what the other person just said that the other person is a very wise person and would not do anything to me.
I held the cup in my hand and drank up the green tea in three big sips.
"The seven-step snake and the cold frost white centipede are the top representatives of the poisonous things in the snowy mountains. Any of them will seal their throats when they see blood. After long-term research, I have found that the toxins in the two poisons are mutually reinforcing and can produce natural antivenom.
. Young people, if you want to resist the bursting of your heart, you must add this serum in advance. I hope you have great luck, see the Euphorbia flower, and live a good life. Thirteen, see your guests off——"
The words of the old monk made my heart palpitate. The cold frost white centipede is one of the top five poisons in the 21st century poison pharmacopoeia. Its fangs, claws, and body fluids contain highly toxic cyanide, which is ten times more toxic than arsenic.
It is precisely because of the saturation of cyanide that the body of this poisonous insect undergoes genetic mutation, changing from golden and dark brown to off-white and pure white.
If I had known in advance that the tea contained highly toxic substances, I would never have drunk it indiscriminately. Now, it is too late.