Chapter 232 The day of the battle appointment is coming soon
The young heroes looking at this scene looked calm and calm on the surface, but they were very restless inside. If it were them, they would definitely not be able to suppress it.
The female disciples of the Ewha Palace are not only extremely talented, one in a million, but also have excellent looks. They are born beautiful and cannot be changed by the day after tomorrow.
"Pretending."
A woman in a plain skirt looked at the motionless Daochen Buddha and let out a sweet cry.
"The Buddhist disciples selected by Dongtu Buddhism have strong concentration and cannot easily break the precepts."
The girls knew this and behaved this way just to tease Daochen Buddha and pass the time.
"Senior Sister is here, stop making trouble."
Originally, the girls were still teasing Daochen Buddha. When they saw Wang Shutong walking slowly, they quickly put away their charming posture and stood to one side with a solemn expression.
Wang Shutong slowly walked towards Daochen Buddha, wearing a long white dress that dragged on the ground and was not stained by mud. Her dress was very monotonous, with no bright colors, and her whole body was white, like an indestructible ice plant.
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The long black hair is fastened with a jade hairpin, the ribbon around her waist flutters in the breeze, and a pair of jade hands are gently placed under her chest. She is classically elegant, noble and pure.
The girls retreated to one side and bowed to Wang Shutong, very respectfully.
Wang Shutong had no expression on his face, his eyes fell on the Buddha, and his voice was soft: "The eminent monk from the East, do you have the guts to play a game of chess with me?"
As he spoke, Wang Shutong waved his left hand gently, and a stone table and stone bench appeared in front of him. On the table was a chessboard containing strange laws.
Although Daochen Buddha closed his eyes and chanted sutras, he could still hear Wang Shutong's words.
After hesitating for a moment, Daochen Buddha opened his eyes.
He stood up, walked a few steps forward, looked at each other with Wang Shutong, looked down at the chessboard on the table, and said softly: "The chessboard and chess pieces made of ten thousand years of clear stone are good things."
"sit."
Wang Shutong understood what Daochen Buddha meant and agreed.
The two sat down and looked at each other.
After a moment of silence, Wang Shutong waved his hand again and placed a barrier around him to prevent the conversation from spreading and not to be disturbed by others.
The ladies of the Ewha Palace turned around wisely, not daring to peep.
"please."
Daochen Fozi took the black stone and signaled Wang Shutong to make the first move.
Wang Shutong was not polite, grabbed a white stone, and landed it in the center of the chessboard.
"Do you know why the people in Ewha Palace treat you like this?"
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"I don't know."
Daochen Buddha really had no idea about this matter and shook his head.
"Want to know?"
Wang Shutong lowered his eyebrows and looked at the chessboard. A strand of black hair slipped from his temples, gently swept over his pink and white ears, and hung in the air, as smooth as water.
"Ask the female donor to tell me."
Daochen Buddha said sincerely.
"The Holy Master of Lihua Palace and the Buddhist abbot once had a bad relationship."
Wang Shutong in short.
Hearing these words, Daochen Fuzi was obviously shocked in his heart. His eyes changed, his brows furrowed slightly, and his left hand holding the black chess piece trembled slightly, and it hung in the air, but it did not land on the chessboard for a long time.
After a while, Daochen Buddha put down his chess pieces, looked up at Wang Shutong who was very close at hand, and asked: "Are these words of the female donor true or false?"
The Buddhist abbot is Daochen's mentor, he is highly virtuous and respected, and his Dharma is boundless.
Dao Chen racked his brains but couldn't imagine that his master had ever moved his heart. He couldn't believe it.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"Many people know about this matter. If you are willing to investigate, it is not difficult to verify it."
Wang Shutong said.
When the conversation reached this point, Daochen Buddha didn't know how to answer the conversation and remained silent.
Knowing this matter greatly affected Buddha's state of mind. Therefore, he was more hesitant when making moves, and the chess game was obviously at a disadvantage.
Half an hour later, the game became a dead end.
Daochen Buddha stared at it for a long time, but couldn't find any hope of the black piece. He finally chose to put down the chess piece in his hand, sighed lightly, clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk lost."
"In your eyes, the Buddhist abbot has immeasurable merits and the Dharma is supreme. After knowing this, it will be difficult for you to accept it!"
Wang Shutong did not feel the joy of victory because she knew very well that Fozi's state of mind was temporarily damaged and his attention was distracted.
"Yeah." Daochen Buddha didn't hide it, nodded and admitted.
"There are so many things you don't know, learn about them slowly!"
Wang Shutong stood up and walked.
In fact, Wang Shutong had the idea of fighting Daochen Buddha more than once.
Therefore, Wang Shutong deliberately tested Fozi's strength and played chess with him.
This chessboard is not simple, it is made of extremely clear stone, and it contains many laws and meanings. When the two sides play chess, they are not only competing for their chess skills, but also their own strength.
Even though Wang Shutong had affected Daochen Buddha's state of mind, it took him half an hour to win.
If Buddha's state of mind was not damaged, the outcome of the chessboard game would definitely be an unknown outcome.
Through this move, Wang Shutong became wary of Daochen Buddha and did not dare to invite a fight rashly.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Daochen Buddha closed his eyes, Wang Shutong's words kept echoing in his ears, and his heart could not regain peace for a long time.
Time flew by like a flash, and another four years passed quickly.
There is only less than a year left before the battle between Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu.
At this moment, tens of thousands of people gathered in Yanchang Ancient Star, all wanting to witness this battle with their own eyes and looking forward to it.
In the secret room, Chen Qingyuan is still practicing.
During this period, he consumed thousands of top-quality spiritual stones to stabilize his cultivation.
The body has absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, but still cannot break through.
"Try again!"
Chen Qingyuan calculated and knew that there was not enough time.
In the last few days, Chen Qingyuan still wanted to try and see if he could touch the peak of Nascent Soul. If he could cross it, his own strength would definitely be improved, and he would be more confident about the next battle.
At the same time, the geniuses from the Eighteen Lineages of Western Xinjiang came from afar and landed on the ancient star of Yanchang. With the arrival of the people from Western Xinjiang, the scene became extremely lively.
"This battle can be regarded as the pinnacle battle of the younger generation."
Everyone is curious about the strength of Fu Dongliu, the number one person in Western Xinjiang, without exception.
"I hope Chen Qingyuan can take more tricks by then."
Few people think that Chen Qingyuan has the possibility of winning, they just hope that he will not lose too badly.
"Fu Dongliu, here we come!"
A month later, Fu Dongliu came out of the air wearing black clothes and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Fu Dongliu stood at a high place, with his eyes gently closed and his hands behind his back. An invisible sense of oppression spread from his body, making people afraid to stare at him for a long time.
He has made preparations and is waiting for the day of the battle.