At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and after Chu Xuanyi saw the idiot, he couldn't help but feel endless worries in his heart, although he didn't make a move, but this was what Chu Xuanyi was more worried about, how high the martial arts of the idiot was, Chu Xuanyi couldn't feel it at all.

Mo Wen is different from Chu Xuanyi, after seeing the idiocy of one of the four precept monks, he is relaxed, and the soldiers come to block the water and cover the earth.

So Mo asked, his footsteps also stopped, and he wandered freely in Tallinn: "Amitabha, it's late at night, why is the donor still staying here?"

Mo Wen heard it, he was not surprised, and immediately arched his hand and said: "Dare to ask which master it is, please show up!"

"Hehe, the old monk hasn't seen the guest for a long time, please come back. ”

Mo Wen frowned slightly, the purpose of his visit has not been achieved, how can he leave so easily: "Master, the younger generation has heard the prestige of the four precepts of Buddhism for a long time, and he came to visit him before, how can he return with regret?"

"Fame and fortune in the world are floating clouds for old monks. ”

Mo Wen did not retreat but advanced, constantly scanning the pagoda around him, but he never saw anyone speaking.

After a long time, the old monk's voice came again: "Well, since the donor refuses to leave, how can the old monk refuse to leave the door? ”

Mo Wen raised the corners of his mouth lightly, playing chess? Mo Wen learned martial arts late since he was a child, and he learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even if he was not proficient, but he was also a little accomplished in chess, and when he heard that this old monk was going to play chess, his heart suddenly settled down a lot.

At this moment, a pagoda in front of him suddenly opened a door, Mo Wen did not hesitate, walked in two steps, only to see an old monk sitting in front of the table, there was a mess in front of him, Mo Wen was not polite, walked forward and sat down directly, stretched out his hand to catch the sunspot, the old monk's eyes narrowed, and the sunspot in front of him had all been taken into the palm of the old monk.

Mo Wen was stunned, the game was black first, Mo Wen didn't expect that this old monk would actually take the lead first.

Mo Wen pursed his lips slightly, touched a white seed, and landed on the chessboard: "The junior has already fallen into the field, master, please!"

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched a little: "Donor, chess game, black first......"

"Oh, the Buddha said that there is no phase, black is white, white is black, is it ......"

When the old monk heard this, he was speechless, but he didn't move at all, and the sunspot followed: "Donor, do you know the origin of this endgame?"

Mo Wen shook his head: "I've never seen it." ”

"Well, this endgame is called Tian Quan, the old monk is obsessed with chess, but this Tian Que game, no matter how black or white it has been for more than 20 years, it will only be a combination in the end. ”

Mo Wen frowned, more than 20 years of experience and an endgame, what this old monk said should be true, if this is the case, even if he is proficient in chess, how can he win this old monk? Thinking of this, he refused to fall behind.

The old monk didn't urge, just kept twisting the Buddha beads, Mo Wen was staring at the endgame, staring intently, originally Mo Wen took the lead, just wanted to gain an advantage, and only officially watched the endgame at this moment, under this look, he was really startled.

The chessboard is nineteen vertically and horizontally, this endgame is the outer winding chessboard, the black and white chess pieces each occupy half a day, only the remaining eighty-one squares have not fallen, and the right person does not ask to get the first hand and falls a son indiscriminately, but at the moment I regret it.

It's only eighty-one squares, and this endgame is about to end without a few falls, no wonder the old monk said that it will only be a draw in the end.

Chu Xuanyi looked at Mo Wen and did not move for a long time, and he was a little anxious in his heart: "Childe......"

Mo asked his head: "Master, why is this endgame called the Heavenly Void?"

"Hehe, that's a long story. ”

"Oh, the younger generation hasn't thought about how to settle down yet, why don't you ask the master to tell me the origin of this endgame?"

The old monk nodded and said: "Many years ago, there was a monk in my Buddhist sect, who had never practiced martial arts in his life, and devoted himself to studying chess and Buddhism, and the number of people who played against him was innumerable, but no one could win. ”

Mo asked, "Why is it sad?"

"The donor is in the rivers and lakes, have you ever heard that the high places are not cold? There is no opponent in the world, isn't it lonely?"

"So, the monk set up this endgame?"

"No, after the monk won a thousand games in a row, one day, an ascetic traveled here, saw the old monk and the mountain gate in front of the game with himself, the ascetic stepped forward, swept all the sons of the chessboard, the monk was furious, but the ascetic did not say a word, sat down, and the lower left corner of the son. ”

Mo Wen listened quietly without interrupting, and the old monk continued: "The monk has never seen anyone play chess like this, so he also fell a son in the opposite corner, I don't want the dervish to be in the other corner, and the monk is the same, the two play against each other for half an hour, this chessboard is about to be full, only the middle eighty-one squares remain!"

"The monk still wants to fall, but the ascetic gets up to leave, the monk asks urgently, the chess game is not over, why leave? The ascetic monk, this game has been a combination since the first son fell, the monk did not believe it, thought hard for several years, but never solved the chess game, the monk realized, the place where the black and white sons fell, all the same, the monk seems to be playing against the ascetic, but in fact it is compared with himself, how can he win?! The monk looked up to the sky and sighed, and named the endgame Tianqiao!"

Mo Wen gasped, looked at the chess game again, and then noticed that the opposite corner of his landing was the place where the old monk fell, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, this ...... This is a game that can't be won!

When the old monk saw Mo Wen's appearance, he smiled and said: "Donor, please go back, you and I are already in this game!"

Mo Wen has endless loss in his eyes, can it really only be a draw?

Chu Xuanyi said: "Childe, although the old man doesn't know the art of chess, if this old monk is a chess player like the son, it can indeed only be a game!"

Mo Wen nodded secretly, Chu Xuanyi said well, eighty-one grids, Tianyuan is vacant, but this is also a dead land, if anyone takes the first step here, he is destined to lose half of the chess pieces, so no matter who is the first move, he will definitely not land here.

Mo Wen stood up and walked out of the tower slowly, standing for a long time, Chu Xuanyi didn't dare to disturb, just sighed a little.

After a long time, Mo Wen turned his head abruptly and asked Chu Xuanyi, "Old Chu, if you lose half of the chess game, is there still a chance to win?"

Chu Xuanyi didn't understand why Mo Wen asked this, but just shook his head slightly: "Childe, unless that person doesn't know chess at all and makes random moves, he will definitely lose!"

Mo Wen's eyes flashed, and he strode back to the tower: "Master, the junior still wants to play another game!"

The old monk was inevitably a little surprised when he saw Mo Wen go and return, but he didn't refuse, and said, "Donor, but don't you give up?"

Mo Wen still caught Baizi, and the old monk smiled: "Donor, this time the old monk fell first?"

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Master, please!"

(End of chapter)