The child followed the master into the main hall, and couldn't help but glance at the four big characters of supreme coolness again. This hall is only ten meters square www.biquge.info the solemn Buddha statue has been tattered, and the incense on the offering table has not been broken, and the Dharma is smoked in the hall.

The master took out a package from behind the Buddha statue, wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth, already covered with a layer of dust, which looked like it had been a long time, and handed it to the child: "This is the black lingzhi, go back and give it to your father." ”

The child was flattered, took the package and said, "Old monk, I ......"

Although the child has never been in the world, he also feels that he can't go: "Old monk, I can't take your things, it's not easy for you to live alone in the mountains, this is a baby, old monk, you better keep it for yourself......"

The master could see that although the child said this, he was eager to save his mother, and he still urgently needed this lingzhi, his lips were slightly open, and his eyes were full of begging. The master looked at this innocent and poor child, "You meet the old monk is fate, today we play three games on the chessboard in a row, this is the chess fate, the monk's heart is compassionate, can save a life is better than ten years of practice, I will give you Lingzhi is fate and providence, just obey God, don't think too much in your heart, if you really want to thank me, wait for you to grow up, with your own strength to help the world, like the old monk to save people in danger, do not do all evil, all good, self-purification, this is enough." ”

The child nodded ignorantly, hugged the Lingzhi and thanked the old monk.

The master took out another bamboo tube and said to the child, "It's not easy to meet, let's draw lots." ”

The child's immature little hand drew a bamboo stick, and the master took it to see that it was a sign, and his face couldn't help but sink, and he read it carefully:

The Prancing Horse slashed the Hosts

Thousands of miles of single-handedly cavalry and fierce soldiers

Jingzhou's catastrophe is not life and death

I don't go much to the wheat city

The master looked at the child for a long time, and then looked at the child, with a complicated expression in his eyes, and said to himself: "It would be great if the old man could live for another twenty years......

The child blinked his eyes and asked, "What is written on the old monk's signature?" ”

The master pinched the bamboo skewer and looked at it again, and said: "Don't worry, this sign is not bad, but you have a catastrophe in your life, everything is peaceful after you pass, if the situation is critical, remember to come here to find me, the mountain road is rugged, the old monk will die soon, I hope you don't come again, everything is fine...... Keep this sign for you, be sure to stay by your side at all times, and when you grow up, you will naturally understand the meaning, this is my second gift to you. ”

The child seemed to know how to take the bamboo stick, and there were four lines of words written on it, but he couldn't read it.

The master asked the child again, "What is your name, child?" ”

The child said that my nickname was Ai Heizi, but there was no big name, and the village always called me that.

The master nodded, and said in his mouth: "I have two words that can be named after you, and your fate will be bound by foreign objects. Take out the pen and paper, the pen is Huzhou wolf brush, the paper is Anhui Xuanzhou white paper, the master pen walks the dragon snake, the wrist is as powerful as the eagle's claw, the pen ink is thick, and the oil gives birth to a majestic momentum, from right to left on the paper wrote two words: chess music.

The master put the paper into the package, and when he saw that it was getting late, he really couldn't let the child stay, so he let the child leave soon, and signed everything he wanted to say to the child, and remember to study more in order to survive the catastrophe of life.

The child said goodbye to the master in gratitude and hurried down the mountain.

Looking at the child's small back in the sunset, the master stood in front of the temple gate for a long time, facing the mountains and the place where the child left: "If the old man can live another twenty years, I must see what this child looks like when he grows up, maybe I can help him survive this catastrophe......"

The stone steps when the child stepped over step by step, each stone step was full of stories, and the toes stepped lightly, unable to hide the joy in the child's heart, and at this time the empty voice of the master came from the whole mountain:

Origin and extinction are empty

Morning and twilight turn into the wind

A thought of good and evil is determined

Blessings and misfortunes are all in creation

…………

The melodious chanting echoed in the valley and peaks, in the heart, in the mountains, and never subsided for a long time.

The father searched for a day in the mountains and did not find the black Ganoderma lucidum, he was surprised to see the black Ganoderma lucidum in the hands of the child, and asked where he got it, the child said the truth, the father reacted for a long time as he listened to the mythical story, especially when he heard that the child won the old monk three games of chess, he couldn't believe it, and saw the child did not like to lie, and saw the bamboo stick in the child's hand and the name given by the master, knowing that this was a master's help, and was busy kowtowing to the place where the child came, and thinking that he would thank him in person when his mother was cured.

Once the northeast mountain forest enters the night it becomes very dangerous, the father does not dare to stay more, hurriedly rushed home with the child, the father and son returned to Motou Mountain, here the mountain shape is like a stone mill, hence the name Motou Mountain, there are several villages under Motou Mountain, each village is only more than 20 households, most of them are Orion medicine farmers, some people say that the mountain here will move every day, just like someone is pushing the stone mill, with the different angles of the sun, it really makes people have some hallucinations, some people say that this is the mountain god forest ghost is messing up, that is the ghost pushing the grind.

Anyway, how should the people in the mountains live, generation after generation has to survive, birth, old age, sickness and death, continuing to this day, I have never thought of going out of the mountains, nor have I thought about glorifying our ancestors, living in the days of day by day, this is the days of the village, the days of Motou Mountain, the ordinary days, the simple days.

After my mother took Ganoderma lucidum, her complexion was really good, although the illness was like a thread, day by day, my mother's body gradually improved, and Master Qingle's Ganoderma lucidum really saved my mother's life.

So, the family studied the bamboo skewer and the name.

Although the father was literate, because the word chess and music were written from right to left, and ordinary people were accustomed to reading from left to right, and Master Qingle's handwriting was unrestrained, and the book was powerful, the father mistook "music" for "book" and "chess" for "Qi", so that he finally named the child "Ai Shuqi".

As for the fortune-telling proverbs on the bamboo sticks, the family can't study them thoroughly, my father only knows that it is the deeds of Guan Yunchang during the Three Kingdoms period, and the story of walking Maicheng can be said to be a failure in Guan Yu's life, he thinks that this sign is not very auspicious, so he didn't study it anymore, and finally Ai Shuqi hid it close to him, and when he had time to go into the mountains together to thank the old monk in person, and then ask the proverbs to the general idea.

This drag dragged on for ten years, Ai Shuqi's father's name is Ai Ruoxi, is one of the best chess kings in Motou Mountain, Ai Shuqi has its true biography, further, five years old can play against his father, ten years old can play with his father to play chess, ten years old after the speed of progress, ten wins eight nine, famous throughout the mountain town, the name in Changbai Mountain in all knows, no one knows, fifteen years old follow his father to learn from all walks of life, known as the grinding head of the little chess king. Ai Shuqi is proud and arrogant, no one in his eyes, a hundred battles on the chessboard, but he doesn't know the warmth and coldness of people, every time he wins chess, he will sneer and insult, and even scold, damage people's reputation, others only say that he is a minor child, and he does not have the same knowledge, over time, Ai Ruoxi's reputation and connections for many years have been messed up by him, Ai Ruoxi is proud of his chess skills, but he has to worry about his personality.