[Distance to the ringing of the Donghuang Bell: 620 years]
Ming Dynasty, winter of the fourth year of Yongle.
Heavy snow.
In the Kunlun Mountains, a gray figure walked slowly through the endless white snow. The strong wind picked up the broken snow and submerged the two clear lines of footprints without a trace.
The figure walked through the mountains and finally stopped in front of an ancient ruined temple.
This temple seems to have been built thousands of years ago. Almost all the outer walls have collapsed. The ruins of the temple are covered with heavy snow. The outline of the house cannot be seen at all. Half of the dilapidated door stands alone in front of the ruins. It makes a harsh sound with the howling wind.
Creaking sound.
"It's been almost fourteen hundred years..."
The gray figure looked at the ruins of the temple and murmured to himself, "It took longer than I thought."
He stretched out his hand to push open the half-shabby door, only to hear a crisp sound. The door broke directly into the snow. The harsh creaking sound completely disappeared, leaving only the endless whistling sound of the wind and snow.
He sighed and walked into the ruins of the ruined temple.
Relying on his memory, he came to a snow hill and stepped lightly. The snow in front of him was automatically shattered and splashed all over the ground, revealing the clay Buddha statue inside.
Over more than 1,400 years, even the outer wall has collapsed and decayed, but this clay Buddha statue still maintains its original appearance!
And in the belly of the clay Buddha statue, a crack has spread, almost splitting the front of the Buddha statue in half. As the snow collapsed, the crack spread again, as if something was about to rush out from the inside!
The figure in gray clothes just stood quietly in the ruins, staring at this scene, with no intention of taking action.
Click——!!
There was just a muffled sound, and the clay Buddha statue in front of him split into two halves from the crack in the center. A figure maintained the same posture as the original Buddha statue, sitting quietly cross-legged on the stone platform.
He was a young monk in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a muddy cassock. His skin was fair and translucent, like a holy Buddha born in the mud.
His face was exactly the same as that of the gray-clothed figure!
"You came out a little late." Lin Qiye, who was wearing gray clothes, looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own and said calmly.
The monk's eyes slowly opened, like a pool of deep and calm autumn water. Although his face was exactly the same as Lin Qiye's, his temperament was completely different. Every move contained a sense of Zen.
"It's not easy to create this body, not to mention the fact that you have to prevent it from being discovered by the [Key to the Door]."
He stood up from the ruins, patted the mud on his cassock, and stood opposite Lin Qiye in the wind and snow.
"How should I call you? Destined Fruit? Destiny Buddha? Or...Lin Qiye?" Lin Qiye asked.
The monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Lin Qiye:
"Just call me... [Fate]."
"Fate?" Lin Qiye looked at the monk in front of him, "Is this your dharma title?"
"Names, dharma titles, posthumous titles... are all nothing but illusions. They are neither Buddha nor Tao, nor gods nor humans. I am who I am."
Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly, "You see clearly."
"Human beings always like to complicate simple things through so-called 'personality', 'emotion', 'love and hate'. I am just doing the opposite."
The fateful monk clasped his hands together and spoke calmly. His tone, which did not fluctuate at all, did not look like a living person, but like a cold machine.
This point did not surprise Lin Qiye. The consciousness born from pure cause and effect will not have the emotions that humans have, but it will have extremely terrifying computing power. This is what he wants.
"How did you solve this game of chess?" Lin Qiye asked the question that concerned him most.
"In one thousand five hundred and twenty-five years, I have performed six thousand four hundred and twenty trillion calculations. Judging from the chess pieces we have now, the winning rate is less than two thousandths." The fateful monk said calmly.
"Two thousandths..."
Lin Qiye thought that humanity's chances of winning would be very low, but he did not expect that even if he returned to the Western Han Dynasty to set up this secret chess game, the chances of winning would still only be this small... It seems that what [Key to the Door] said before, looking at the long history,
It's no joke that humans have no chance of winning.
The Ke system is far more terrifying than they know.
Lin Qiye frowned, "So, how many more chess pieces do we need?"
"Whether the winning rate is improved or not is not determined by the number of chess pieces, but by the quality of the chess pieces and the role they can play in cause and effect." Monk Fate paused for a moment, "Even if there are three more Jade Emperors, in this chess game,
The role may not be as good as that of Li Yifei."
"I understand." Lin Qiye nodded, "I will handle the issue of the chess pieces... Now that you have obtained a physical body, what are your plans?"
"For me, it doesn't make much difference whether I have a physical body or not... I condensed this physical body just to complete a period of cause and effect for you."
"...Zhou Ping?"
"We need Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping also needs a [Life-Changing Pearl] condensed in my physical body. Only in this way can we complete this paradox of cause and effect and completely hide Zhou Ping's existence."
"Now that you've thought about it, go ahead...if you have anything to do, contact me directly using the causal thread."
Lin Qiye came here just to see this [Defined Fruit] and see if he was as qualified as he expected to become a chess player... and the performance of the fateful monk was even better than he expected.
"Don't forget, there is another person's cause and effect that you haven't hidden." The fateful monk reminded him.
"That era is too close to the era I lived in in the past. In order to avoid the entanglement of cause and effect between the two me, I will seal my own cause and effect fifty years in advance and fall into a deep sleep... I will leave it to you."
"Okay." Monk Fate nodded slightly, "After I leave this body to Zhou Ping, I will condense it into another one."
Seeing Lin Qiye turning around and about to leave, the fateful monk remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"because."
Lin Qiye stopped and looked back.
"Human beings cannot lose this game of chess, right?" Monk Fate asked in the wind and snow with his hands clasped together.
"That's natural." Lin Qiye said matter-of-factly, "If humans no longer exist, what's the point of continuing this game?"
Monk Fate stared at Lin Qiye for a long time and nodded slightly:
"That's good."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the other side of the mountain. His muddy cassock was hidden in the wind and snow.
Seeing the fateful monk suddenly asking such a question, Lin Qiye was a little puzzled, but he still shook his head and walked down the mountain from the other side...