Jiumozhi came forward and bowed respectfully: "Jiumozhi, the young monk, has met Mr. Congbian."
Su Xinghe raised his head, and saw that the person in front of him was wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, and there was a faint light flowing on his face, which really looked like jewels.
Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Master, please!"
Jiumozhi looked at it intently, and saw that the Zhenlong Wuyou in front of him consisted of more than two hundred sons. There were lives in the calamity, and there were calamities in the lives. Zhenlongs with more than a dozen sons were common, and Zhenlongs with dozens of sons were already quite common.
It is rare that Zhenlong, who has more than 200 pieces in this game, is really the only one he has seen in his life.
The chessboard in front of me seems to have turned into a temple, and the black and white chess pieces have turned into a pair of people fighting each other. White's moves are exquisite, attacking Black's vital points everywhere, but no matter how hard White tries, the attack is easily received by Black. No matter what,
No matter how white moves, he always ends up missing one move.
This game of chess has come to an end. Jiumozhi discussed a few moves with Su Xinghe and sighed: "The situation has been decided, how can manpower be used to do it?"
So Touzi accepted his defeat, stood up and bowed generously, turned around and stepped aside.
The yellow-browed monk saw that Duan Yanqing was defeated, and he knew that Duan Yanqing's chess skills were far superior to his own, and even Duan Yanqing couldn't solve it. This chess game was no small matter. But people who are good at chess have always been like this, even if they know they are losing, they still have to fight.
Come forward and compete.
Immediately he stepped forward to play chess with Su Xinghe. Just when the fifth piece fell, the white chess piece was already stretched to the left and right, with no way to recover. The yellow-browed monk stared at the chessboard, thinking hard about the countermeasures.
Duan Yanqing saw the yellow-browed monk concentrating on thinking hard, and thought to himself: This old monk is not good at chess, and if he forces himself to participate in this game, he is really asking for death. I will secretly use a method to interfere with him, and make him not die but also be seriously injured. Wouldn't it be a good idea to get rid of Duan Zhengchun in the future?
Go to a big obstacle?
Having made up his mind, Duan Yanqing secretly summoned up his inner strength and sarcastically said: "The old monk overestimates his own ability and does not practice meditation in the temple and serve the Buddha. After practicing martial arts for a few days, he dares to stand up for others and make peace. Hehe, it is really ridiculous.
Ah, it's ridiculous! Now that I have come all the way to break the situation again, I really don't know how high the sky is when I am so old!"
Duan Yanqing's original intention was to say that Huang-browed Monk was entrusted by Emperor Baoding when he was in Dali and came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations to rescue Duan Yu. Unexpectedly, this sentence "I don't know how high the sky is when I am old" touched the heart of Huang-browed Monk and reminded him of his youth.
An old story.
At that time, the yellow-browed monk had just completed his powerful Vajra finger, so he bid farewell to his master and went down the mountain. He had just entered the world and was young and vigorous. At that time, the yellow-browed monk could be said to be arrogant. He thought that in the world, his mentor was the first and he was second.
At that time, the yellow-browed monk volunteered and escorted an official and his family from Shandong back home. Along the way, he used his powerful diamond finger to fight off several waves of thieves. After the official's family members praised him, the yellow-browed monk even regarded the world's heroes as nothing.
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Walking to the ground of Mount Tai, he met the Three Evils of Mount Tai, who were quite famous in the underworld at that time. The yellow-browed monk single-handedly killed the three thieves with the power of his fingers. When he was feeling proud, a donkey came from a distance carrying a mother and son.
The woman was beautiful and looked to be in her thirties. Although the son looked only twelve or thirteen years old, he was also handsome. The two were riding a donkey, both dressed in mourning.
The child saw the yellow-browed monk's powerful diamond finger and said with a smile: "Mom, this great monk is so shameless. What's so proud of this kind of martial arts?"
The lady glared with almond-shaped eyes and scolded the child: "What do you know? This monk's powerful diamond finger has already reached 30% of its strength. It is no small matter. How does your father teach you on weekdays? Don't underestimate the world's heroes! You just don't.
Listen, if you are so arrogant and do not practice cultivation, be careful if you cause trouble one day!"
When the child heard the woman's scolding, he lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "What mother taught me is that the child knows that he was wrong. He must be careful in his words and deeds in the future."
The woman nodded and said, "This is worthy of your father's daily teachings."
The yellow-browed monk was originally very proud, but he was looked down upon by a child of twelve or thirteen years old, and when he heard the woman say that his powerful Vajra finger was only 30% hot, how could he bear it?
So the yellow-browed monk ran forward and said, "Hey! That kid, you underestimate my skill, how dare you give me some advice?"
Seeing the rudeness in the yellow-browed monk's words, the child immediately said, "Mom, this great monk is so rude. I'll tell you the truth, forget it if he doesn't appreciate it. If he still does this, let me show him some color!"
The woman said with tears in her eyes: "Your father is always fighting with others. What's the result? Are you going to follow in your father's footsteps?"
When the boy saw the woman weeping, he said nothing and let the donkey carry him and the two of them away.
This is the fate of the yellow-browed monk. Originally, if the mother and son left like this, everything would be over. But the yellow-browed monk thought that the other party was afraid of him, and what he just said was just talking big words, and he became more and more proud. In fact, the nature of a child, even if he is really young
If you are ignorant and say one or two wrong words, as a monk, how can you care about your children?
The yellow-browed monk caught up and chatted with the mother and son using Qinggong. Finally, he hit the donkey on the butt with a whip, causing the donkey to get up in fright and almost throwing the mother and son off.
The yellow-browed monk behaved in a stateless manner, especially without knowing it, and laughed heartily.
The woman sighed: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Since someone else planted the cause, there is no reason not to get rid of the effect."
After that, the child got off the donkey and came to the yellow-browed monk.
The yellow-browed monk was about to teach the child a lesson when the child struck out like lightning, using a powerful Vajra finger. He struck the yellow-browed monk in the heart with one finger, knocking the yellow-browed monk to unconsciousness immediately.
After the child struck him, he stopped taking action and turned around to leave.
Fortunately, Huang-browed Monk was born with an anomaly and his heart was on the right side, so he managed to escape death. Despite this, Huang-browed Monk still had a wound that was about an inch deep, close to his heart.
After this battle, the yellow-browed monk was freed from his inner demons, and fled to Dali, never to care about the affairs of the world again.
Originally, after practicing Zen for many years, this matter has gradually faded away. However, today when he was concentrating on thinking, he was stabbed by Duan Yanqing by mistake. He was immediately disturbed, and negative emotions such as fear and panic suddenly surged into his heart.
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Seeing that the yellow-browed monk was in danger of going crazy, Xuannan shouted: "Brother Huang-browed Buddha! Since you are undecided, why not let it go!"
The sound was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, deafening and deafening. The yellow-browed monk immediately became convinced, and his mind suddenly came to his senses. Cold sweat had already wet Huang-browed's back.
Huang Mei walked away from the table and said to Xuan Qian: "Thank you, Brother Buddha, for your advice. The young monk almost went crazy."
Duan Zhengchun stepped forward: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
The yellow-browed monk smiled helplessly: "When we were playing chess just now, I remembered some old things."
Duan Yu said: "This chess game is weird. It seems that everyone participating in the game will be awakened to some deep thoughts in their hearts."
"Humph, of course, this chess game was originally created by the old thief to make fun of people!"
A cold snort full of profound inner strength came from outside the valley, and everyone looked towards the mouth of the valley, thinking to themselves: "Another incredible master."
As for Su Xinghe, his face turned completely cold.