The black and white pieces are falling one after another, but the white pieces on the chessboard are gradually losing to the black ones. An old man in black holding a white son was still pondering his next move. The other old monk holding the sunspot was waiting for the black-clothed old man with his eyes closed, and the sunspot in his hand was dropped.

The old monk in purple is obviously older than the old man in black, about less than seventy years old. A purple satin silk dress is very gorgeous, and the appearance is kind and kind, giving people a sense of intimacy. The other old man in black was about sixty-three or four years old, and his linen black clothes were already a little old. The indescribable dryness of the withered old face was like the bark of a dead tree, and the indescribable coldness of his expressionless face against the backdrop of his face.

At this time, the two of them were playing in a wooden pavilion with an open door on all sides. Outside the quaint and elegant wooden pavilion, there is a beautiful scenery of rockeries and strange stones. The lush trees rustled with a slight breeze, setting off the silent tranquility of the two people in the wooden pavilion at this time.

"Hehe~ I lost~ the master's chess, still as clever as ever~"

After pondering for a long time, the old man in black gently put the white piece he was holding in his hand back into the chessboard and said with a smile.

As soon as the purple-clothed old monk heard that the black-clothed old man had lost, he slowly opened a pair of small eyes that seemed to be unable to open. After glancing at the chess game on the chessboard, he clasped his hands together with a smile on his face, and said to the old man in black: "Amitabha Buddha ~ Zhu Lao Benefactor is too humble ~"

The old man in black shook his head and said, "Hey~ If you lose, you lose, what does this have to do with being humble or not?" The master's chess skills are superb, and if Zhu loses, he loses. ~Hehe~"

The old monk in purple and the old man in black were in harmony, but they no longer played against each other but talked. While talking, a middle-aged monk appeared in the wooden pavilion from time to time, pouring tea and water for the two elders who had stopped playing, and sending some snacks in exquisite porcelain plates.

It wasn't until the two elders in the wooden pavilion chatted from time to time and looked at the mountain and stone forest scenery outside the wooden pavilion that the purple-clothed old monk slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, and said lightly as if he had both intentionally and unintentionally: "Old donor Zhu, what news is there in Xuandui County?"

The old man in black shook his head slightly while eating the delicious snacks in the exquisite porcelain plate and said, "There is no news yet." However, since those people must be heading for Xuandui County, the news will come sooner or later. ”

The purple-clothed old monk clasped his hands together, but suddenly changed his words and said, "Amitabha! Zhu Lao donor... Your grandson: Unfortunately died in Aoki Ridge, the old man knew it in his heart. If there is any need, Zhu Lao Benefactor can just speak. ”

After listening to what the purple-clothed old monk said, the old man in black couldn't help but sigh softly: "Alas! The death of my grandson was not the fault of my master, and it would be a shame for the teacher to say that. Sixteen he has today... It's all because he is not good at learning his own arts, and the master doesn't have to worry too much about it. Besides, the master has taken care of the little old man over the years, and the little old man also knows it in his heart. ”

The purple-clothed old monk said with a guilty look on his face: "Definitely! Definitely! If it weren't for the fact that Old Benefactor Zhu was introduced by Lao Wei and helped the master of our sect, your grandson would not have been sent to the general courtyard of my sect. Then your grandson would not have taken over the order of the master in charge and went to the area of Aoki Ridge to do business. It will not damage Aoki Ridge because of this... Alas! In this matter, the old man said that he had also been involved. And... While your grandson went to the Aoki Ridge area to do things for the master in charge, he also helped the old man in private... So... Your grandson was unfortunately killed by gangsters and damaged Aoki Ridge, and the old man had a good time. For this reason, the old man has ordered his disciples to open the lantern for the noble grandson under the big Buddha in the temple, and every day there are monks chanting for it, hoping that he can get rid of the suffering of reincarnation as soon as possible and enter the pure land of bliss. ”

The old man in black listened to what the old monk in purple said, and couldn't help but fold his hands and say to the old monk in purple: "Thank you for everything the master has done for the little old man and grandson, I think that my grandson can be reincarnated with peace of mind if he knows it." The guru should not blame himself too much for this. Since Xiao Lao'er's grandson is Xiao Lao'er's grandson, then from the moment he became Xiao Lao'er's grandson, he should have the realization that he was murdered by someone when and where. Since Xiao Lao'er and grandson lost their lives for the responsibility they bore on him, it can only be his own fault for failing to take the responsibility he bears. ”

The purple-clothed old monk sighed slightly: "Alas! Even if Old Donor Zhu said so... The old man still felt ashamed. I heard that the grandson of Zhu Lao's benefactor still has a wife and children at home. The old man is reasonable, and he must do something within his heart to be sure. Lao Wei had already ordered his disciples to prepare the deed of the Buddha field of the Hundred Mu Temple. When the old donor Zhu leaves, he must bring this deed back. Think of it as a compensation from the old man! I also hope that the old donor Zhu will not refuse, and must be invited by the old man. If the old donor Zhu shouldn't go down... So how can the old man feel at ease? ”

As the purple-clothed old monk spoke, he couldn't help wiping the wetness from the corners of his eyes with the corners of his clothes. The old man in black frowned slightly, but nodded slightly: "Okay!" Since the Guru insisted on doing so... On behalf of my grandson and wife, the little old man thanked the master for his gift of land. ”

The purple-clothed old monk shook his head and said guiltily: "What is grace? That's what the old man should do. As the purple-clothed old monk spoke, he suddenly changed his words and said, "Old Master Zhu, those who escaped from the headquarters of our sect..."

The old man in black didn't seem to need to say anything more about the old monk in purple, so he knew why the old monk in purple meant and said lightly: "Don't worry, master! The master in charge of your sect didn't know that Xiao Lao'er had already sent someone to Xuandui County. Since this matter was caused by Xiao Lao'er's grandson who lost his life. That is naturally a wronged debtor, and the little old man will not let my grandson die so unclearly. This matter is left to the little old man, isn't the master still at ease? ”

The purple-clothed old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "This matter is left to the old donor Zhu to do, and the old man is a hundred at ease." And the matter ... Lao Wei will not let Zhu Lao donor do it in vain. Although this matter was lost by Zhu Lao Donor, half of it became a private matter in Zhu Lao Donor's door. But after all, this matter is also an extremely important event for Lao Gao! When the time comes... As long as Old Donor Zhu can handle this matter. Lao Wei has his own heavy thanks, and I hope that the old donor Zhu will not refuse. ”

The old man in black groaned slightly: "Then the little old man will go back and not bother the master to participate in meditation." The Guru was waiting for the news of the little old man in the monastery. ”

The purple-clothed old monk smiled and nodded again: "That old man is in the temple, waiting for the good news of Old Master Zhu." ”

When the old man in black stood up tremblingly, and left the wooden pavilion under the escort of the old monk in purple, the old monk in purple returned to the wooden pavilion by himself. Sitting alone at the chessboard and holding the white piece just now, the white piece held by the old man in black fell on the chessboard.

"Da Da Da"

After the purple-clothed old monk only lost a few pieces, the chess game on the chessboard immediately reversed the situation, and it became a game in which the white son won the black son. Looking at the reversal game on the chessboard that appeared after he had lost a few white pieces, the purple-clothed old monk couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph! Old fox! It's still so good at pretending! ”

On the quiet forest path, the old man in black who slowly descended the mountain couldn't help but pause. As the old man in black stopped, a middle-aged man in black behind him hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Old Zu'er?" ”

The black-clothed old man didn't pay attention to the black-clothed middle-aged man who accompanied him, and after frowning slightly, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the temple, and then continued to walk down the mountain. Only then did he say to the middle-aged man in black behind him: "When I go back, I will give the 100 acres of land deed you have collected to the people in the door with 80 acres." The other twenty acres of small heads will be given to the wife of the sixteenth child. If there is anyone in the door who has the ability to see it, he has fallen in love with the wife of the old sixteen family. Let the wife of the old sixteen follow the man, and the children of the old sixteen will naturally be raised by that person. ”

After listening to the old man in black, the middle-aged man in black hurriedly bowed down and said, "Grandson remember the old ancestor's instructions, please rest assured!" ”

The old man in black sneered and said, "Hmph! Do you want me to rest assured? Your sixteen brothers were slaughtered in that monk's nest, can I rest assured?! Second, you sent a good person. ”

When the middle-aged man in black heard the old man in black's words, he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly confessed to the old man in black: "Yes! It's the grandson who is not doing well! Annoyed the old ancestor. The grandson shouldn't have sent the old sixteen in the first place... The old sixteen who was killed lost his life... Please punish the old ancestor! ”

The old man in black said coldly: "Okay! Since everyone is dead, what else is there to say? Write down your punishment first. Wait until the third and eleventh children come back after they finish their work. Second, among these grandchildren, except for your eldest brother who died early, he is most optimistic about you as a family. Don't disappoint the old man again. ”

The middle-aged man in black wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly returned to the old man in black and said, "Yes! The grandchildren will do their best! Do things for the door! It's just that... Old Zu'er, over there in the monk's nest..."

The old man in black waved his hand: "Don't worry about the monk's nest." Now the monk's nest has already made trouble in order to compete for the position of the monk's leader. Didn't you see that even Shengxun, who was sitting in Yuli Mountain, couldn't sit still? Hum! Isn't he afraid that the person who ran away from the monk's nest will poke out all the dirty and bad things he did back then? If it weren't for your good sixteenth brother, my good grandson who was slaughtered, he secretly kept his hand before he died, and left the news that the gang was going to find Shengxun and the evidence of the dirty and bad things they did back then. This victory will not please us like this. At the moment, Na Shengxin even knew the true whereabouts of those who ran out of the monk's nest. In order not to let people know the evidence of his handle, he would not disclose this matter to his backers in the general court. I can only rely on us to do this in private! But... Thinking about it, he won't just do it, waiting for us to make a move. According to the old man's understanding of him, most likely the old guy himself will do something secretly. ”

As the old man in black spoke, he sped up his steps, but he was half old and had no legs and feet. And the middle-aged man in black saw that the old man in black had quickened his pace, so he hurriedly quickened his pace and followed closely. The old man in black couldn't help but murmur to himself in a low voice: "Next time, I can't play chess with that old guy Shengxun..."