The ghost people nodded in satisfaction, and then bowed to the old man in thanks. He turned around and was about to go down the mountain.

"Why should the high priest leave in such a hurry when he has come? Since you have this free time, it is better to stay on the ancestral Buddha Mountain for a few more days, feel the atmosphere of Buddhism, and remove a little bit of killing intention. "Master Zhijing is still a strong Buddhist after all, so it was just a few difficult decisions before the decision, and after the decision, it instantly returned to the original state.

"Is that okay?" the high priest was obviously moved, and the spirit of the ancestral mountain was strong, which not only helped the cultivation, but also seemed to be quite beneficial to the improvement of the state of mind.

"Of course, the ancestral Buddha is the ancestral Buddha Mountain of the world. The corners of his eyebrows raised, and he faintly floated to Feng Zhao's invisibility place, and Feng Zhao's whole body instantly aroused cold sweat. Then he hurriedly hid behind the trunk of the tree, and when he poked his head out again, the old man had regained his original appearance, and was still sitting there with his head down.

Nothing seems to have happened.

Feng Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran into the woods before the ghost people could descend the mountain.

"Master...... Do you really want to cooperate with the ghost people? I'm afraid this ......," a monk in the grass house pushed the door open.

"I'm afraid it will be opposed by the world, right?" Fa Xin, who was the presiding senior disciple, hesitated for a moment, but still said so.

"The world is just the world, when did I Buddhism care about the world's views. At this time, there is no need to discuss it again, let you be here for you to practice, not for you to eavesdrop on the speech of the teacher. Zhijing's tone was slightly angry.

Fa Xin knew that no matter how much he said, it would be useless, so he sighed and returned to the grass house.

"The heavens will descend on Putuo, and my generation is willing to die for it. Zhijing also closed his eyes the moment the wooden door of the grass house closed, and then said firmly.

The summit of the Ancestral Buddha Mountain was quiet again.

The silver starlight, sprinkled among the mountains, seems to gild the huge stone Buddha with a layer of light and compassionate luster, a few wisps of night clouds slowly drift in front of the Buddha statue, faintly heard a few night bird chirps.

Before dawn, Feng Zhao woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at several spiders weaving webs on the beams of the meditation room, and was silent for a long time. If he can get the result that the master wants, it is naturally a thing worth rejoicing, but he always feels that the matter of the ghost people climbing the mountain is not so simple, and the most alarming thing for him is that the ghost people do not seem to have come down the mountain, because within the scope of his essence perception, except for the essence of the Buddhist family, there is no other essence.

This shows that the ghost people have never descended the mountain.

There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the meditation room.

"The host invited the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect to go up the mountain for a while. ”

Following the disciples of Putuo Temple to walk on the road he walked yesterday again, Feng Zhao still walked very carefully, he was afraid that if he made a mistake, it would arouse the suspicion of Master Zhijing, after all, there was no one on this mountain who was more familiar with this road than him.

The stone chair sitting on the small courtyard of the grass house was not Master Zhijing from yesterday evening, but the Dharma Heart.

Fa Xin picked up the white monk's robe on his body, arched his hand to Feng Zhao, and said, "Senior Brother Feng, you can get out of the world if you still have a stick of incense in your family, I hope you can wait patiently for a while."

Feng Zhao sneered in his heart, but there was a kind of respect on his face. He took a step back and stood at the door of the small courtyard with his head bowed.

"Squeak......" The soft sound of the wooden door being pushed open sounded, and the atmosphere of the small courtyard immediately changed to solemnity.

The sickly-looking old monk I saw last night still seemed to be unable to lift much of his spirit as he did last night.

But it seems that the trace of wisdom in the corner of his eye has disappeared, and the old monk at this time is more like a dying old man.

Fa Xin took the old man's arm and helped him to sit down on the stone chair.

Feng Zhao put his hand in his arms and was about to escape from the envelope, but the old man felt something, stretched out his bony palm, and signaled him to stop.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of time today, I don't know if you can play chess. ”

"I understand a little, but I can't get on the table. Feng Zhao waved his hand, but he didn't want to be pushed onto the stone chair by an inexplicable force.

Feng Zhao's chess skills are very good, but in the face of such a powerful enemy, it seems that he can't even grasp the chess pieces.

In the small courtyard, on the stone table.

The chess is brought to the middle game, and the chessboard is already full of black and white pieces.

Feng Zhao shook his head with some regret and said, "Although it is somewhat interesting, this road is still impassable. ”

After thinking for a while, the next piece that Feng Zhao fell, faintly corresponding to the previous first son, was no longer pulling out the thickest hard wood from the messy firewood, but using the hard wood to scatter all the firewood pressed on it.

It's not a bottom-of-the-pot salary, it's better than a bottom-of-the-pot salary.

Completely disrupting the chess position and then finding another way, such a means of rebuilding after total destruction, concealing the profit and loss of the Daomen, and with the courage to survive in death, seems to be really a feasible method.

However, in this game, black has a great advantage, strong enough to be crushed directly, and white is chaotic at this time, how can it resist the opponent's attack? More importantly, even if white can support under the attack of black, how can he rebuild his own chess position?

Master Zhijing didn't say anything, although he also thought that this white chess piece was somewhat interesting, but after he confirmed it, the white chess still had no way to get out of the dead end.

The white pieces are scattered all over the board, like a mess of firewood scattered on the ground, absolutely chaotic, and it takes a lot of calculations to reassemble them into an orderly shape. That kind of computation is not something that humans can do at all.

It's not about intelligence, it's not about talent in chess, it's about the rules of the world itself.

The rule is that manpower is sometimes poor.

No matter how smart and talented a person is, there is still a limit to what can be accommodated in his mind.

What's more, Feng Zhao is not an extremely smart person. So his brow is getting tighter and tighter.

"Let's ......" Master Zhijing dropped the last piece of this game.

Once again, the barely formed situation was shattered by a single blow.

Feng Zhao rubbed his tired face hard, looking at the whole chess game, a little stunned.

"Would it be better if I landed in that corner?"

Feng Zhao asked Master Zhijing.

"No matter how you play, you're going to lose this round. "Master Zhijing's actual change on the chessboard has changed in vain, as if he has changed people. Full of confidence and awe-inspiring.

"Feng Zhao has been taught. Feng Zhao looked at the chess pieces that were too many of him, and then shook his head abruptly.

"Actually, you don't have a chance to lose so badly. Zhijing's tone suddenly weakened.

"Oh? really?"

"Before the first step. ”

"Before the first step?"

Master Zhijing pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Since you already know about last night's events, then of course you can't let you go down the mountain so easily. You have to know that curiosity kills. ”

The cold sweat behind Feng Zhao poured out at this moment, soaking Feng Zhao's back.

Feng Zhao pretended to be calm, and did not raise his head, but carefully put away the chess pieces on the chessboard.

"This letter ......" After Feng Zhao packed up everything, he finally brought up the matter of the letter again.

"You don't have to take it out again, your intentions are already in the game. Tell you the master, I am in charge of this matter in Putuo Temple. ”

"This ......" Feng Zhao's tone seemed to be a little surprised, but after the surprise, he was deeply puzzled.

Could it be that Zhijing really regards Putuo Temple as the leader of the cultivation world?

Feng Zhao sighed secretly in his heart. I wasn't happy after completing the task, but I was a little anxious.

Because he seemed to feel something, an energy that even he could not know was subdued, waiting for the final moment.