Zhou Fei didn't sleep much all night.

Every time I close my eyes, it doesn't take long for me to wake up.

He was afraid that he would fall into that terrible illusion again.

There was already a light outside the window, and dawn had arrived.

Zhou Fei sat up, his left leg was cocked, his left hand rested on his left knee, his right leg was flat, his right hand supported the weight of his whole body, and he sat diagonally and looked out the window.

A ray of sunlight spilled onto the floor through the window, and the sunlight formed a cylindrical shape, and a lot of dust was flying around the pillar of light, which was somewhat interesting.

Zhou Fei remembered that when he was a child in the countryside, the house in his hometown had that kind of transparent tile, and every summer, the sunlight would appear through the transparent tile, and he would often stare at the flying dust in a daze, and even be in a daze for the whole afternoon.

The mother-in-law played a fan for him on the side, humming an unknown tune, and time passed silently.

Zhou Fei quickly shook his head and drove away this thought.

The power of that chessboard is indeed terrifying, even if it has jumped out, but the sequelae have been maintained until now.

Or rather, the real test has just begun.

In addition to the power of the chessboard, there was another point that also made Zhou Fei feel a little uneasy, and even felt a little afraid.

Zhongling Temple, a sacred place of Buddhism that is almost forgotten by the world, why would an important person suddenly be assigned to participate in the Flower Food Festival.

The first temple of Bodhi Temple, any temple is an extremely important person.

The subconscious told Zhou Fei to stay away from that person.

Before the illness is cured, there is no need to have any more conflicts with the monk of Zhongling Temple.

Before the first line of the sky, Zhou Fei was a little impulsive.

And at that time, he had a strong sense of vigilance in his heart, but later he couldn't find the source of vigilance.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Fei is a little jealous of the head of the Bodhi Academy.

Zhou Fei put on his coat and left the hut, the early morning in Dakong Mountain was still very cold, although Zhou Fei's current physical condition could be said to be not afraid of the cold, but he still habitually put on his coat.

On the lawn outside, Master Xinpan was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the Buddha statue not far away and chanting.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Master Xinpan stopped and said, "Call Miss Shangling, let's go down the mountain today." ”

Zhou Fei was stunned: "Down the mountain?"

"Yes, you're sick and you're going to go down the mountain for treatment. Master Xinpan said, "This place is not suitable for you to heal. ”

Zhou Fei said: "The master has not come down the mountain for many years, but today he made an exception for me, and the younger generation really doesn't know how to express gratitude." ”

"Huh. Master Xinpan smiled and said, "Although going down the mountain is related to you, it is definitely not only related to you, don't think too much." ”

Zhou Fei scratched his head and said, "It seems that I am being amorous, but no matter what, I still have to thank the master." ”

Master Xinpan shook his head: "I'll go down the mountain first, and you and Miss Ling will follow." ”

Ling Zhaoyan's voice came from behind the two of them: "I'm already awake, Master. ”

"Let's go, then. After speaking, Master Xinpan wrapped the monk's robe on his body tightly and walked slowly to the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan followed.

Behind them was the monk Yanchen.

He always has a temperament that makes people forget him infinitely.

......

At the foot of the mountain and entering the Hanging Temple, Master Xinpan faced the temple that he hadn't seen for decades, and the first thing he said was: "It's still so bad." ”

Dust, who fell at the back of the line, kept frustrating his teeth when he heard this.

Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan have been trying to hold back their laughter.

Master Xinpan turned out to be a wonderful person.

The presiding master came down from the hermitage, which was naturally a major event in the Hanging Temple, so the first of the major courtyards in the temple came to communicate with the host.

Master Xinpan was most annoyed by this, so he directly pushed his apprentice out and dragged Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan to another claustrophobic meditation room.

It stands to reason that women are not allowed to enter the Hanging Temple, but the women who are taken by the presiding master are different, except for some core areas, they can go anywhere.

Ling Zhaoyan knew that Master Xinpan had something to say to Zhou Fei, so he consciously stepped aside, and at the same time turned his back and signaled that he would not eavesdrop.

Master Xinpan was very satisfied, and bowed slightly: "Mr. Six is so blessed." ”

Zhou Fei was used to other people's jokes with Ling Zhaoyan, so there was nothing out of the ordinary, he asked, "Master, will what I encountered on the chessboard yesterday come true?"

Master Xinpan was a little stunned, Zhou Fei's question was something he didn't expect, he looked into Zhou Fei's eyes, wanting to know whether this guy was lying or asking reverently.

"The chessboard world is not real, but it can be said to be real, because he said that the Buddha deduced the world with supreme wisdom. Master Xinpan considered the choice of words: "Or it can also be said to be a way of presenting fate, a result of fate." ”

Zhou Fei was silent for a moment and said, "The end of the chessboard world is my fate?"

"Fate is unpredictable, and since it can be seen by you, it is not fate. Because you can change it! What you see is what you fear. Master Xinpan said.

Zhou Fei muttered to himself: "Fate, can it really be changed?"

"Everything can change. Master Xinpan said.

"It is rumored that the master can predict the future, whether it is related to this chessboard. Zhou Fei asked.

"Predicting the future is an ability, but it comes at an equal cost. Master Xinpan said: "Yin Yang, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, took a look at the future before His Majesty the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty ascended the throne, and then he paid the price of ten years of skill without an inch. A few months ago, Lian Zhen priest Hua Yue came to Chang'an, took a look at you, and after returning to the temple, he had a big battle with the former Seven Killing Priest Hitomi, and the realm fell two levels in a row, and it has not yet recovered. ”

Zhou Fei blinked: "Look at me, why is she looking at me." ”

"Because some people say that you are the son of the Demon King. Master Xinpan said lightly.

Zhou Fei said, "Does the master believe it?"

Master Xinpan smiled: "Do I believe it or not, is it important to you?"

"If the master believes, then I don't dare to let you heal me. Zhou Fei said seriously: "Because I am afraid that I will become a monkey and be suppressed at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain." ”

Master Xinpan didn't understand this, but he could guess a little bit of the meaning.

"With the power of mortals, those who vainly try to spy on the heavens will not end well. I don't have much time left, so instead of spending my limited life in a place like that, I might as well do something really good. Master Xinpan said, "Moreover, I believe in Master. ”

Zhou Fei's hanging heart finally landed.

It's really a blessing to have a good teacher. I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~