On a stone platform shrouded in mist, two old men sat opposite each other, staring at a stone slab and frowning in thought.
This is not an ordinary stone slab, but a crisscross chessboard with black and white chess pieces placed on it.
The two colored chess pieces are strangled with each other. There is me among you, and you among me. There is no distinction between the two.
Looking at the bottom of the stone platform, there is an abyss of ten thousand feet, with steep cliffs and no place to rest or rely on. Birds sigh when they look at it, and apes stop when they look at it.
"I'm going to lose."
The old man sitting in the southeast suddenly sighed
The old man on the opposite side raised his head when he heard this and said, "If you lose, you lose. Why don't you quit the game and start over?"
With that said, he stood up to collect the chess pieces and start the game again.
"Wait a minute."
The old man in the east raised his hand and hurriedly covered the chessboard, "I want to see clearly how I lost."
"So what if you see clearly, the way of heaven is like a chess piece, you will have no regrets if you make a move. Gushan, you can afford to lose."
The old man to the east is actually the master of the ghost world in Gushan, the supreme being respected by billions of ghosts, and a mountain god who has been granted the title of Zhengxian.
Inside and outside Gushan, the killing array was fierce, and everyone from the big yaksha to the little devil were involved.
However, the majestic mountain god of Gushan was playing chess with an old man of unknown origin on the stone platform. It was really strange and strange.
"I can afford to lose one game or two, but I lose every time. I just can't stand it!"
The mountain god of Gushan looked at it for a long time and asked, "Where is the chess eye?"
"Enlighten yourself."
The old man from the west was not polite to him either, waving his sleeves with a look of disgust on his face.
"Why!"
The mountain god of Gushan sighed, "What a pity for Aconitum."
Is it not a pity?
Up and down Gushan Mountain, there is the one who has the most hope of breaking through the evil ghost. This time, he forcibly cast the evil ghost for half a day, and the way forward was ruined.
Looking back at Yunyang Temple, there is now Fu Yangmei, followed by Ding Peng, who has two more Tianshi-level combat capabilities. One is going down, the other is going up, and Gushan is gradually falling behind.
The mountain god of Gushan stared at the chess game and asked subconsciously, "What happened to the three children I sent to Pipatian?"
"One died."
"Isn't it the twenty-eighth lady?"
"No, she is still alive."
The God of Gushan Mountain exhaled, "It seems that what you said is true."
The old man Xi Mian was surprised, "You still didn't believe what I said just now. Why have you changed your mind now?"
"To tell you the truth, the twenty-eighth lady has mediocre qualifications and is the lowest among all my children. How can there be no reason behind her transformation and rebirth now?"
The mountain god of Gushan said silently, "To be honest, she once fell into Wang Fu's hands."
The old man Xi Mian laughed and said, "If you were lucky enough, wouldn't you have an extra son-in-law?"
"Haha, don't be ridiculous."
The Mountain God of Gushan waved his hand, "I think I figured it out. According to what you said before, the key to this battle still lies with Wang Fu."
"A mere disciple, no matter how strong his potential or his qualifications, is not the reason why he can enter your Dharma Eyes."
The old man Xi Mian smiled and looked at him doing his own analysis.
"Therefore, there must be some strange variables hidden in this person's destiny that may be useful to you."
"Ding Peng's breakthrough at the moment of battle has further verified this statement. His luck is so great that he can turn things around and bring blessings to his teachers. He is truly an outlier that is seen only once in thousands of years."
"Ghoulkeeper, old friend, don't you think so?"
The old man on the west side happened to be Wang Fu's old friend from Xiejiazhuang back then.
It's just that the old man's appearance now seems to have changed over the years.
"Gushan, you accepted the Immortal Order and completely cut off your path forward. With the limitations of your vision, you cannot see clearly many things."
The ghoul guardian's expression remained normal, "What you see is just the tip of the iceberg, but the road ahead for me is to become a ghost. How can you see through it?"
"I have exhausted my excitement today, so I have to say goodbye."
After saying that, the ghoul guard stood up and gave orders towards the empty mountain streams on both sides.
"The prefect who avoids the sun and the five directions of Yinjuan will follow me on my return journey."
As soon as he finished speaking, several shadows fell from Cang Palace, and the barrier that originally covered the sun and moon disappeared.
From all directions, a sinister wind swept in, transforming into a gloomy white bone carriage. The wheels turned out to be huge skulls with sixteen eye sockets. From its black mouth, it shouted loudly, "Send the master back home."
"It's good to leave without seeing you off."
The God of Gushan Mountain waved his hand, and the next moment, the carriage drove away and disappeared at the end of the sky.
He raised his head and squinted at the sun, and the sunshine on his body was like a layer of gold foil.
"It's nice to be able to bask in the sun."
The next moment, the mountain god of Gushan turned his eyes in a certain direction, where Yunyang Temple was located.
Yunyang Temple is in an extremely empty state due to the large number of troops from the two halls.
Although there are many people in the temple, they are all idlers doing odd jobs. Once a ghost invades, they will suffer disaster.
In broad daylight, the temple was quiet, and no one was seen moving around. At noon, there was no smoke rising from cooking fires.
There is no popularity at all, not even a voice.
After a while, someone spoke. The voice came from afar and entered the quiet room.
"Yunyang, you are superior, I lose this game."
This voice belongs to the mountain god of Gushan Mountain.
"That's a great prize. It should be my disciple Fu Yangmei who wins."
Yunyang Guanzhu emphasized that after all, Fu Yangmei presided over the Gushan battle and his role was to cooperate.
"It's all the same. You master and disciple are of the same mind, regardless of each other."
"This battle was a great victory. Fu Yangmei took over Yunyang Temple, and no one doubted it."
The mountain god of Gushan said again, "But..."
but what?
"Ding Peng breaks through the Celestial Master, and the Thunder Fire Palace is rising. Who can say for sure what Yunyang Temple will be like in the future."
"Also, Wang Fu of the Thunder Fire Palace is brilliant in this battle, but what about the Sanqing Palace?"
These words reveal a lot of information.
For a long time, most people believed that Wang Fu, the Young Palace Master, was a comparison of Fu Yangmei's identity as the Young Palace Master.
In fact, Ding Zhangdian's seniority is one level lower than Master Yunyang, and the same generation as Fu Yangmei.
In other words, as a beloved disciple of Ding Zhang Palace, Wang Fu has performed well and has determined the future for the future prosperity and development of Thunder Fire Palace.
On the other hand, at the Sanqing Hall, the master-disciple succession of Yunyang Temple Master Fu Yangmei is orderly, but the third generation is still far away.
The mountain god of Gushan has a sharp eye and can see the key at a glance.
He almost asked directly, below the third generation, there is Wang Fu in the Leihuo Palace, who is there in the Sanqing Palace?
The conversation between the two parties echoed over the courtyard, corridors and ponds of Yunyangguan. There were no traces of them, but they seemed to be walking side by side, scattered in every corner, talking softly like old friends.
"Gushan, you are too impatient, this move has already taken effect."
"Whether it's provocation or truth, it's not within the three inches of my tongue, but within the square inches of your heart."
The God of Gushan Mountain was silent for a moment, "That's it, I'll take my leave."
"Wait a minute."
Hearing Yunyang Temple Master's plea to stay, the Mountain God of Gushan asked, "Are you going to kill them all? Don't you forget, where did my position as Mountain God come from?"
"That's not what I meant, just go!"
The master of Yunyang Temple sighed quietly as he bid farewell to the mountain god of Gushan Mountain.
The ghost world in Gushan has always been a behemoth. If he wants to exterminate it, his generation will definitely not be able to accomplish it. It also depends on Fu Yangmei's future.