In a meditation room in the inner hall of Fayuan Temple, Fan Zhengliang was talking and playing a game with a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe and robe.

The two sat cross-legged opposite each other, with black and white vertical and horizontal chessboards in front of them, and the chess pieces fell alternately, as if each move on both sides did not need to think about the layout.

On the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces are entangled, the situation is anxious, and the chess game has been played to the middle game, but both sides have not been able to occupy the slightest advantage, fighting in the middle game, and the corners are entangled.

The monk held the white piece in his hand, and the chess pieces landed on the chessboard with a crisp sound.

Syllable!

Every time a child falls, the sound is clear and crisp, but when it comes to people's ears, the sound becomes full of Zen, as if someone is constantly reciting scriptures, the sound is melodious but does not make people feel muffled at all, but can also make people refreshed and calm.

The soldiers guarding outside the meditation room, listening to his bursts of falling sounds, the original fierce and vicious expression also became a little softer, and the strong evil qi on his body was also slowly purified in this sound.

After the aura and evil qi on the soldiers' bodies were purified by Zen Yin, those soldiers seemed to not have lost their combat effectiveness at all, but their whole spirit was much better, with a faint sense of grandeur.

Of course, the changes in the soldiers guarding around him could not hide Fan Zhengliang's induction, he picked up a sunspot and fell, and cracked a robbery on the chessboard lightly, and then said with a smile: "Master Kongyuan's Fa Ming Pure Sound Mantra Seal Skill is really more and more profound, just by the sound of the falling son, you can send out the sound of meditation recitation, mobilize people's will, I think it has reached the realm of 'human sound', Fan Mou is here to congratulate the master first." ”

"Amitabha! The poor monk just can't bear to be contaminated with this anger and evil spirit in the pure land of Buddhism, so he took action to purify it, and hoped that Fan Shi would not be surprised. With his hands folded and he recited a Buddha name, Abbot Kongyuan said slowly.

"It's okay, the land of Buddhism really shouldn't be infected by anger, this is my Fan Mou's inconsiderateness, I'm really sorry. Fan Zhengliang shook his head and said, and then directly withdrew all the soldiers guarding around him.

"The mediocrity is gone, let's continue to play chess. After the soldiers had withdrawn, Fan Zhengliang smiled and said to the abbot of the empty source.

Then, the two played against each other again.

played a few hands in a row, and this time, Fan Zhengliang finally failed to land immediately, but picked up the chess pieces and thought about it.

Looking at the chess game and muttering for a while, Fan Zhengliang said with a smile: "Master Kongyuan's chess strength is really getting more and more profound, every step falls, it seems to be irrelevant or even useless, but it implies that there is no self, no phase, no color, no self, no self of the profound Buddha, can use chess to understand the Buddha, Master Kongyuan is worthy of being a monk, and he admires it." ”

Complimenting, Fan Zhengliang did not stagnate in his hand, he thought for a while, his face did not change with a peaceful smile, and the black chess in his hand fell lightly in the chess game.

In the face of this, the abbot of Kongyuan suddenly stopped, and he smiled kindly: "Fan Shizhu is really too prestigious, according to the poor monk to see Fan Shizhu's chess strength is by no means under the old monk, although every fall of the donor is understated, mediocre, but this is precisely the supreme law of the road to simplicity, each chess piece, although it is a step, but it contains thousands of changes, and under the combination of chess pieces, these tens of millions of changes can be combined into a chess avenue at any time, which is the mixed yuan realm of one and ten thousand. ”

"Oh!"

Hearing Abbot Kongyuan say this, Fan Zhengliang raised his eyebrows, and the peaceful smile on his face suddenly retracted a little, but soon recovered to his original state, and said with a smile: "Just by relying on a game of chess, I can see through Fan's martial arts origin, and Master Kongyuan's martial arts realm is really profound, and I admire it." ”

Between the words, the speed of the two pieces did not slow down in the slightest, you came and went, and the black and white chess pieces kept filling the blank space on the chessboard.

At this time, the game between the two is no longer just a contest of chess power, on the chessboard, the two of them are all containing/their own martial arts realm.

On the chessboard, although the sunspots held by Fan Zhengliang seem to be scattered and fail to form a line, each sunspot is not a lonely existence, and the sunspots seem to have thousands of changes between each other, and each step is varied, but it is not separated from it, and the breath of this change and integration is entangled, forming an artistic conception of mixed elements.

And the white son held by the abbot of Kongyuan, the situation is unified and blended with each other, and there is a Buddhist Zen that there is no self, no phase, and no sentient beings.

On the chessboard, the martial arts will of the two people is constantly competing, but with the development of the chess game, the fight of the chess pieces is becoming more and more serious, and the martial arts will represented by the chess pieces inevitably collides directly.

With the fall of one of the sons who killed each other, the martial arts will of the two people on the chessboard also suddenly changed, and Fan Zhengliang's martial arts will of 'mixed elements and thousands of changes' suddenly changed, and instantly transformed into 'all things belong to me, heaven and earth are chaotic', from evolution to one, to engulfing heaven and earth.

With the change of Fan Zhengliang's martial arts will, the martial arts will of the abbot of Kongyuan has also changed, from the original Bodhi Buddha realm of 'meditation and meditation, Buddhism heaven and earth', to the artistic conception of 'King Kong angry eyes, pure demons and evil spirits'.

On the sunspot, wisps of chaotic aura rose and blended, condensing a gluttonous giant beast phantom that devoured heaven and earth on the chessboard, and in the white son, a trace of Buddha light emitted, and an angry Vajra phantom also rose.

With the fall of black and white, the chaos gluttony and the angry King Kong were entangled, and the two martial arts wills on the chessboard collided with each other, and within the scope of the chessboard, with the wrestling of the two martial arts, even the space was faintly distorted.

Tiny spatial cracks crack one after another, but the strange thing is that this power that is strong enough to tear the space is forcibly confined to the range around the chessboard, and outside the chessboard, the space is still the same, not affected by the slightest, and not even the slightest sound leaks out/out.

The control of this power shows how terrifying the control of the two in terms of their own power is.

After a long time, with the fall of the last white disc of the abbot of Kongyuan, the whole game ended in a draw, and neither of them had the slightest advantage.

With the end of the chess game, the chaotic gluttony that had been conjured up on the chessboard had dissipated with the angry eyes, and the cracked spatial crack slowly overlapped due to the lack of interference from external forces.

"Master Kongyuan's chess strength is really extraordinary, and when I see it today, I really admire it. ”

Fan Zhengliang glanced at the chess game and said with a smile.

"Amitabha, Lord Fan is overrated. ”

The abbot of Kongyuan made a Buddha salute and replied with a smile.

Hearing him answer like this, Fan Zhengliang glanced at him deeply, took a long breath and said, "It's almost time, the banquet is about to start, and I'll trouble you in a minute, Master." ”

"Lord Fan doesn't have to be polite, and the poor monk must do his best. ”

Abbot Kongyuan nodded and said.