However, this monk looked like an eminent monk, so it was hard not to believe him.
I guess maybe I really saw it wrong.
After all, how could such an eminent monk have the kind of book he imagined in his hands?
"Donor, please see if I have spiritual roots!" The monk stretched out his palm and said with a smile.
The old man with a goatee nodded and put his hand over.
After a while, he said leisurely: "Medium spiritual root."
"Amitabha, how about I sit down, almsgiver?" he shouted, clasping his hands together.
"Sit down." m.bg.
The old man with the goatee nodded.
Just like that, the two started the game.
And Yi Feng did not leave in a hurry, but just watched the chess game from the sidelines.
Yi Feng could see that the two men's chess skills were very high, and neither of them could compare with the previous Yin Shengfu.
Soon, the chess game reached a fever pitch.
The originally expressionless old man with a goatee has become serious.
Then, sweat gradually began to flow from his forehead, and he looked at the monk in front of him with disbelief.
He never expected that the monk in front of him was an expert that he could not imagine!
"Senior... senior, how dare I show my shame in front of senior?"
He could no longer remain calm, and while looking at the monk in front of him, he was about to get up.
"Hey, what are you talking about, the donor doesn't have to be like this." The monk smiled gently and said, "Just treat it as a normal game."
"Thank you, senior."
The old man with the goatee sat down again, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and became extremely serious at the same time.
And the next result was not unexpected.
After struggling for a while, the old man with the goatee lost the game directly.
He stood up quickly, bowed to the monk, and said with awe, "Thank you, senior, for your noble hand. I have benefited a lot from the game just now."
"The donor is very polite."
The monk smiled kindly.
But the old man with the goatee was still full of awe at the side, and as for the matter of passing on the mantle as mentioned in the painting, he also became silent.
Yi Feng, who was watching the excitement, was also ready to get up and leave.
Of course, he could also see that the monk's chess skills were indeed much better than the old man, and in the chess game just now, he even gave the old man some trouble.
But at this moment, the monk sitting cross-legged suddenly shouted to him: "Donor, do you want to fight with this poor monk?"
Hear the words.
Yi Feng's eyes lit up. In fact, his hands were itchy for a long time. The key is that this monk's chess skills are very good!
"Is it really possible?"
he asked quickly.
"sure."
The monk smiled gently.
With the monk's consent, Yi Feng looked at the old man with a goatee.
After all, this is his place.
"No problem at all."
Seeing this, the old man with a goatee quickly spoke out. After all, the monk had agreed, how could he dare not agree?
The eyes that looked at the monk were also full of admiration.
This is the true master who is returning to his original nature!
Even when facing such mortals without spiritual roots, they can still be treated equally.
I really don’t know what kind of good luck this mortal without spiritual roots had to be able to win the favor of this master.
After Yi Feng sat down, the two began to play.
After the start, both of them focused on testing.
“What does the donor think about life?”
While playing chess, the monk suddenly asked Yi Feng.
"Life?"
Yi Feng smiled. The eminent monk was an eminent monk, and he actually talked about such a profound topic with him.
While placing the chess piece down, he said: "If you talk more profoundly, you will find out why I am here, what is the true meaning of life, where I come from, and where I am going..."
"But according to my point of view, I am just a layman, and my outlook on life, well..." After thinking for a moment, Yi Feng smiled and said, "Just enjoy yourself and be happy."
"Of course, everyone has different views on life. Regarding my thoughts, you can say that I am a salty fish."
"Then I am indeed just a salted fish."
Yi Feng said with a smile.
After listening, the monk nodded thoughtfully.
He seemed very satisfied with what Yi Feng said.
"correct."
At this time, Yi Feng suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "I always feel that you look familiar, and I always feel that I have seen you somewhere."
Hear the words.
The monk's hands trembled subconsciously, and then he said seriously: "No, donor, you remember wrongly, you must have never seen me."
"All right."
Yi Feng nodded.
The two of them played chess in such a leisurely manner, completely without the fighting state before.
This actually confused the old man with a goatee on the side.
perhaps.
This eminent monk must have deliberately given up to this mortal!
Involuntarily, the old man with a goatee looked at the monk with even more respect.
But however.
What he didn't expect was that the monk suddenly said at this moment: "The donor's chess skills are really superb. I will lose this game again."
"Concession!"
Yi Feng cupped his hands and smiled.
This scene made the old man with a goatee next to him bewildered.
In this chess game, the winner has obviously not been decided yet!
Even from his perspective, the monk even had a slight upper hand.
What exactly is going on?
Lost suddenly?
Even if this eminent monk lets go and deliberately lets this mortal win, it’s not like this!
The key is that the mortal's face still looks as normal as it should be?
Yi Feng had a faint smile on his face.
In the game just now, he was very happy and comfortable. On the surface, it seemed like nothing, but the game between the two was actually very dangerous.
The reason why the monk said he lost was because he did lose.
It is a simple game at the beginning, both sides have already known each other's strength, and when masters compete, the slightest difference can determine the outcome.
Just now, Yi Feng used a move to get in front of the monk.
But it was this move that made the monk understand in his heart that there was nothing he could do to win back the game.
therefore.
There is no need to continue with the subsequent moves.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in Yi Feng's mind.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host, your chess skills are as good as those of gods."
"Congratulations to the host. You have completed the task of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. You have been rewarded with a mount. It has been delivered to the martial arts hall. Please accept it from the host..."