To be honest, Ji Lin never dreamed that in this life, someone would be able to see his identity.

What's more, this person is still an island countryman.

Historically, Ji Lin changed his identity every hundred years.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Ji Lin was a Taoist named Chen Changqing.

A hundred years later, Chen Changqing "died", and the Venerable Lingying was born and sat in the Baiyun Cave of Qingcheng Mountain.

Then in the folk of Dujiang County, there is the legend of the white cloud fairy.

However, no matter which dynasty it is, Ji Lin uses the "word" given by Fuxi - Wolong!

"Senior, I...... I'm damned, damned! ”

Looking blankly at Ji Lin, who was shrouded in Buddha's light, Mr. Big's face was like ashes, and his soul was scattered in horror.

If it weren't for feeling the breath on Ji Lin's body, it was actually the same as the secret book of the spirit of wielding a knife to "self" and "palace", and Mr. Big would not have thought in the direction of Chen Changqing.

But now, Ji Lin actually doesn't deny that he is Chen Changqing, how can Mr. Big not be shocked?

At this moment, Mr. Big finally understood why Ji Lin was so calm and confident from the beginning.

Let's ask, can I win against an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years?

"You are also a peerless genius that is rare in five hundred years, but unfortunately, you met me."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, falling in the eyes of Mr. Big, if the devil's smile.

If Mr. Big knew that Ji Lin had lived for 5,000 years, instead of more than 1,000 years, I'm afraid Mr. Big would be directly frightened into insanity, right?

In fact, Mr. Big feels like he's going crazy now.

A thousand-year-old demon, he actually provoked a thousand-year-old demon, do you want to be so?

"If you want your race to continue, you can break it yourself, I have a bad temper, don't let me do it myself."

After that, Ji Lin put down the teacup and left the Seven Star Terrace freely, from beginning to end, the chess pieces did not fall on the chessboard at that moment.

"Ahh

At the moment when Ji Lin stepped on the main peak, Mr. Big roared with grief and anger and jumped straight down from the Seven Star Platform.

"Mr. Big!" The little dog Fuji was shocked by this terrifying scene, and his old eyes were full of grief and indignation.

Mr. Big has been in retreat for decades, and now he will shock the Central Plains as soon as he comes out, and he will be the backbone of the chess world of the island country for decades to come.

But now, this great god actually committed suicide by jumping off a cliff to end his glorious life, isn't this too unreasonable?

Jumping up from the highest peak of Qingcheng Mountain at an altitude of more than 2,000 altitudes, no one thought that Mr. Big would still survive.

Strange to say, when Mr. Big fell, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the bright moon and stars in the void disappeared.

I don't know when this snowfall will come to an abrupt end.

Under the bright sunshine, it is the Central Plains heroes of collective petrification.

"Mr. Ji, may I ask if you won this battle or Mr. Big won?" The fat Taoist priest hurriedly greeted him, and asked his doubts on behalf of everyone.

"What if I win? What if you lose? Does it matter? Ji Lin smiled slightly, as light as in the past.

These words were like morning bells and dusk drums, and everyone collectively fell into deep thought.

yes, what if you win? What if you lose? Mr. Big is dead, and the generation of Tianjiao in the island country has turned into the past, who loses and who wins?

"May I ask Mr. Ji, why when you play chess, why does the sun rise over the sea of clouds, and the gorgeous scenery of the Buddha's light?" The old man from Jiangnan, who had been spraying Ji Lin from the beginning, came over and shouted loudly.

"Guess." Ji Lin smiled slightly, and said the words of this old man from Jiangnan, who almost vomited blood in a depressed manner.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Big can be called a generation of Tianjiao, why did he jump off the cliff inexplicably?" Jiang Lao asked tentatively.

Today's events are too bizarre.

What exactly Ji Lin and Mr. Big said, because they were too far apart, everyone didn't know.

However, everyone had a feeling that Ji Lin must have said something to stimulate Mr. Big, which made Mr. Big lose his mind, and this is why he jumped off the cliff.

So the question is, what did Ji Lin say, and he actually forced a Tianjiao with three flowers to jump off the cliff and commit suicide?

"Actually, I didn't say anything, I just read a few words of Taizu's "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" with him." Ji Lin shrugged his shoulders and said something that everyone had a black line on their faces.

A poem that even has the power to kill little devils? This...... How can it be?

However, Taizu is a hero of the world, and his old man's words are ancient and modern.

In particular, the song "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" is magnificent, and if it is read by a monk, it does have the powerful power to break through all evil demons.

"I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, and slightly lose the literary talent; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish. ”

"A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and 'shoot' the eagle eagle!"

"Go to the past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present!"

Mr. Peng Er whispered the essence of this word, and gradually had a little more 'essence' in his eyes, and suddenly a colorful glow appeared behind him.

"Look, it's falling! It's a lot of air! ”

Suddenly, an old man screamed, and everyone looked up, only to find that the world had unconsciously rained peach blossoms.

Teaching that there are fairies above the nine heavens, and when they go down to earth, peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, which is a sign of enlightenment, which is also known as "falling from the sky".

Now, such a vision of heaven and earth actually appeared on Mr. Peng Er, who is not shocked?

"This little doll also has a bit of wisdom, but it is not in vain for my hard work." Glancing at Mr. Peng Er with a little appreciation, Ji Lin nodded approvingly.

For the past 5,000 years, Ji Lin has been cultivating the Tao.

If it's a chance meeting, Ji Lin doesn't mind tapping his finger and learning the end.

Ji Linxiu's Tao is "the Tao of all sentient beings", and it pays attention to "Confucianism as the surface, Tao as the bone, and Buddha as the heart", rather than the pursuit of strong force.

Cultivators cultivate the "heart" and "morality", rather than pursuing the so-called supernatural powers!

This is the supreme magic method of becoming a Buddha and becoming holy, as was the case with Shakyamuni Buddha in the past, and the same was true of Confucius and Mencius!

For example, if Mr. Nan practiced 'meat' and 'body' and indulged in Tai Chi, it would be impossible for him to step into the realm of Sanhua Gathering.

Another example is Mr. Peng Er and Mr. Big, the reason why they were able to step into the top of the Sanhua Gathering was because they asked with "chess", not by force!

This time, Ji Lin had the opportunity to participate in the Xuanhuang Dragon War, and only then did he find that the modern Middle-earth chess world was so lonely.

In view of this, Ji Lin passed on Mr. Peng Er's supreme magic method, hoping that he could lead the Middle-earth chess world to rise again.

"There's only so much I can do for the chess world." Looking at Mr. Peng Er, who was shining brightly behind him, Ji Lin sighed slightly.

Ji Lin is an outsider, with a heart that has no quarrel with the world, although he has a thousand-year inheritance, he is not suitable to command the heroes, and this heavy responsibility is bound to fall on the shoulders of Mr. Peng Er.

Cracking sound!

In anticipation, Mr. Peng Er roared in the sky, and the breath of his body became stronger and stronger, and finally reached a peak!