Du Bai was silent for a moment, and then walked to the stone table and sat down, his eyes fixed on the young monk in front of him.

can keenly perceive that although the other party's face is too young and very delicate, it seems that he is a rich and noble son who has just seen through the red dust and chose to become a monk, but his temperament is as calm as a twilight old man, and the light in his eyes like water seems to be bottomless, and he can't see through his mood and thoughts.

But vaguely, Du Bai seemed to feel that the other party's eyes were not focused on him, as if through layers of dense fog, deep and distant, with a bit of indescribable mystery.

"Here...... What exactly is the place? ”

After thinking about it, he chose to throw out the first question that he was more concerned about.

"...... here" Zen Master Lingyou pondered for a moment, took a step while stretching out his hand to hold the white son on the chessboard, and smiled slightly, "This should be said to be a very understandable fantasy place......

"It's like a dream, it's like a dream. It's true or false, it's all just falsehood......"

As his words came slowly, Du Bai noticed that the scene around him was also changing rapidly.

From the top of the mist-shrouded mountains to the crowded street market, the two of them confronted each other, but the pedestrians around them turned a blind eye.

Sometimes it becomes a rippling lake, and at the foot is the emerald green and bottomless abyss at the bottom of the lake, and even fish can be seen swimming freely.

Sometimes even in the clouds at a height of thousands of feet, there is a void under your feet, and you can even feel the cold wind and lightning and thunder in the sky, which is a kind of indifference that is almost indifferent to the world.

Sometimes it is a battlefield where swords and flesh are fighting on the front line, and in an instant, it seems that countless living beings have passed away, throwing their heads and spilling blood, all they do is the home behind them, and the blood and tragic emotions gradually spread.

Everything is so lifelike.

In the end, it seemed that time had passed in the blink of an eye, and the environment around the two had changed back to the top of the mountain.

Whether it is Hongchen power and wealth, or a hermit in the mountains and forests, it seems that it is just a passing moment and fleeting.

However, after such an operation, Du Bai probably had some guesses.

"This is supposed to be a dream-like place."

In the dreams of mortals, he can also achieve this level of wanton modification of dreams on a large scale.

And if the other party just modifies his dream, it is like a legendary lucid dream, which should be quite a simple thing for a living Buddha of this level.

Only then did he be even more surprised.

If it's a dream......

Isn't Lingyou Zen Master dead? The trace of obsession that the outside world saw before is the best evidence, and there is not even a trace of remnant soul left!

So how can dreams arise in such a situation?!

But if it is similar to the obsession left by the immortal Buddha, that is, what you see is the memory of the past, it should not change, and you will watch everything that happened as a spectator.

How could the other party sit here and talk to him in a good manner?!

This was completely beyond his expectations, so much so that he was a little uncertain for a while.

"Dare to ask the master, what kind of situation are you in now? It's a ...... Or die? ”

He began to inquire directly, not intending to be tactfully tempted.

After all, the other party's performance is a little too weird now.

"What ...... I"

Zen Master Lingyou suddenly smiled heartily, shook his head slightly, as if he was sighing something, and then gave a white slap again.

"The donor is an interesting question. From a mortal point of view, I should be alive by now. But if you see me from someone else's point of view again, I'll be dead......"

"So...... Whether it is life or death, you may have to ask the donor to tell for yourself. ”

"Is this some Zen language?"

Du Bai frowned slightly, a little bit unable to understand the meaning of the other party's words.

Why is it clear that the other party can recognize every word when they say it, but when they are put together, they don't understand?

"Do these monks like to play tricks? Could it be that the two states of life and death can exist at the same time? ”

Or is it ......

The other party actually faked his death to escape, and even borrowed rebirth, so he has something to say?!

Du Bai thought about it and felt that it was a little unlikely, the Lingyou Zen Master who was willing to sacrifice himself for others should have already seen through life and death, not like such a person.

It's just that at this time, he suddenly noticed that the opponent seemed to be playing chess from the beginning.

Although Du Bai didn't even raise his hand since he sat down, let alone play a black chess game, the other party was still taking care of himself.

It's like...... It's as if there's really someone playing against him in front of the other party!

Even under Du Bai's gaze, he could see that the sunspots on the chessboard seemed to teleport, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared in a new position.

Sometimes it will be a little sluggish, as if a chess player is seriously considering.

There really is someone playing chess with this monk!

"Wait!"

Du Bai's heart moved, and he suddenly reacted, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes became a little stunned when he looked at the Zen master.

"All this is what has ever happened?!"

Even the conversation with yourself just now was exactly the same as what happened sometime in the past?

And at that time, there was really a person who was playing against the other party and asked the exact same question as himself!

And Lingyou Zen Master is really dead.

What I see at the moment is only the part of the memory left by the other party, although this part of the memory is so realistic, even to the point that it is false and true, even if I am confused for a while!

This was so unbelievable that Du Bai couldn't help but be stunned.

But from this, what made him a little puzzled was, who was the person who was playing chess with Lingyou Zen Master at that time?

Why do you ask the same question, and the key is that you can't even see each other in this memory picture?

Du Bai got up and left the stone table to carefully observe the position, only under this deliberate observation could he vaguely see that there should be a man who was neither tall nor fat, with a well-proportioned body, and a loose robe, sitting and playing chess.

But the general outline is already the limit, and the physiognomy is completely indistinguishable.

And it was at this time that the conversation, which had been silent for a while, finally began to continue.

Even without Du Bai's question, Zen Master Lingyou was still answering on his own, which further confirmed his guess.

This time, the man with the black chess must have asked a question about age, and Lingyou replied, "I can't remember how long I lived." There should be hundreds of years, maybe thousands, but I can't remember. But if it weren't for the task of this borrowed life, I wouldn't want to be born like this. ”

"Mission?" Du Bai was stunned.

Sure enough, the man asked the same question, apparently interested in the so-called "mission".