"Speak. ”

"Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who went to the barren mountain to chop wood, but on the top of the mountain saw the two of them playing against each other, and the woodcutter also liked to play chess on weekdays, so he went over to watch chess, and this look was fascinating, and when a game of chess was over, the two of them asked the woodcutter to go back quickly, otherwise I am afraid that I will not even see the last side of his wife. The woodcutter was stunned, and he didn't know why, but he just looked sideways, and found that the axe he was holding was rotten. ”

"This is the legend of the ancient Rotten Ke people, I have heard it. ”

The old monk said: "The donor can know that the mountain here, is the barren mountain where the game of chess has been rotten, this is the ninth peak of Sumeru, although the immortals went, but gave the chessboard a huge spiritual power, once seated, it will be deeply involved, all kinds of chess games will make the chess people immersive, empathetic, unable to extricate themselves, a game of chess seems to be able to go through a lifetime, people with great perseverance and wisdom can not play chess." Even so, does the donor still want to go down?"

Xia Ji asked: "How to play the game? Hold black and white, do you fall one son and I will fall one son?"

"No", the old monk lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes and said, "This bureau is called Zhenhao, also known as the bitter sea." ”

Xia Ji smiled and nodded: "Is it possible to live after death?"

The old monk said: "The bitter sea is endless, and the shore is back... I think the donor has a big obsession, but the old man advises that the world is full of people, busy, more tired and painful than the donor, I don't know how much, why don't the donor cut off the troubles, break the obsession? After all, Hongchen is a life, and a big dream. ”

Xia Ji asked rhetorically: "Why do you want to break it?"

The old monk spit out four words: "Clear heart and nature." ”

Xia Ji took a step forward, didn't think about it, and sat down directly on the side of this fairy-filled chessboard, and said lightly: "If I have a clear mind, what I see is not the sea of bitterness and turn back?"

The old monk opened his eyes for the first time and looked at the young man in front of him, no matter what, he had already sat down, he had made a choice, then, this was his fate cause and effect.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", no matter what, the courage of the Seven Princes is really commendable, he sat down, and that is the person who entered the game.

And at this moment, Douzen began.

The old monk asked, "What did the donor see?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, just looked at the chess game in front of him intently.

Obviously, this is a game-break, not a layout.

The bureau is actually very simple, the two big dragons of black and white are staggered and killed, and they are ambushed on all sides and embattled......

Seeing that he didn't answer, the old monk didn't ask, but said: "If the donor thinks about it and picks up the sunspot, then this game will really begin." ”

Xia Ji stretched out his hand directly, picked up the sunspot with two fingers, and he had to rush back to the palace after playing chess.

It's just that with the sunspots, a strange mystical thought rushed directly into his spirit, driving everything around him to change.

Moment.

He became a traveler walking in the wasteland, and was in a hurry to return home.

And the identity of the Seven Princes of Dashang seems to have become a dream of yesterday, and it has nothing to do with him at this time. The game of walking on Sumeru and talking about rotten chess seems to have become a ridiculous dream.

In mid-air, a hungry eagle was chasing a poor pigeon.

In an instant, the pigeon had already swooped into Xia Ji's arms.

The eagle hovered over Xia Ji's head.

The pigeon suddenly spoke, "Leave me alone, if you miss me, you can still find food, but I have only one life." ”

The eagle also spoke: "I am so hungry that I will not survive if I don't eat you." ”

Two huge thoughts suddenly rushed into Xia Ji's mind.

Willing.

Still reluctant?

And when the eagle saw this, he reasoned, "If you protect it and save the pigeon's life, can you bear to let my eagle starve to death?"

With its words, those two thoughts became more and more intense, turning into a powerful spiritual attack, impacting Xia Ji's thoughts.

He couldn't help but shake his head, trying to sober himself up.

In a flash, the bosom turned into a rabbit, and the eagle that hovered in the sky turned into a scrawny tiger.

After a while, the scene began to change again, and each time it changed, the thoughts in his mind became a little stronger.

This intensity kept stacking until it turned into two shouts, making him choose.

House?

Still reluctant?

Slowly, the wasteland is gone, everything is gone.

He was the only one left in the world, and those two creatures.

The only way is for him to cut off the meat equivalent to the weight of a pigeon and a rabbit and give it to the eagle and tiger, so that he sacrificed himself but saved the only two lives in this world, which can be described as immeasurable merit.

Cutting meat?

Or don't cut the meat?

Those two cries became more and more straightforward.

At the top of the ninth peak of Mount Meru, the old monk sat and watched the prince on the other side close his eyes, his eyebrows kept beating, and the sunspot in his right hand was slowly falling.

In this game, the fight is not where the child falls.

It's about whether you can afford to fall behind.

If you are willing to do it, that is, a son will be put to death and cut off three catties of his own flesh.

Reluctant, that is, to linger, looking at the fact that you can still walk a few steps, but in the end it is a complete defeat, and this defeat will make people's hearts dry.

The most important thing is that this is not by your hands, but by your Zen mind, no one can cheat, immortals regardless of skills, talking about Zen.

What is Zen?

Zen is seemingly simple, but in fact it is difficult, still in front of you, really take a step only to find that it is far away.

Therefore, the sunspot that Xia Ji was holding was no more than a foot away from the chessboard.

This foot is the end of the world.

This end of the world is also known as the bitter sea.

Only those who have survived this sea of suffering are eligible to refer to the Buddhist secret collection of Leiyin Temple, "The Book of Burning Lamps in the Past".

The old monk didn't think that this prince could get through, because he sat on the top of the mountain for 20 years, this prince was not the first person to come here, and everyone else was a famous person, and his intelligence, courage and strength were above him, but none of those people succeeded.

Isn't this life?

You always know something you should do, something very simple, something you can do with your hands, but you just can't do it.

This is the Zen machine.

Ordinary.

It's Zen.

Willing.

It's Zen.

You know.

But can you do it?

You understand.

But are you really willing to do it?

Suddenly, the old monk's expression changed, because the seventh prince named Xia Ji cut three catties of meat, fed the eagle and fed the tiger, and then his eyes suddenly opened, the black hair danced wildly, and the son "snapped" on the ground, and settled firmly in the position where it should fall.

The old monk's pupil to the prince.

But he didn't see the mercy he wanted to see.

How is this possible?

So how did he break the game?

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "The donor is willing to cut meat to feed the eagle and sacrifice himself to feed the tiger, this is a great act of compassion, but why don't you have mercy?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Because I have no compassion. ”

Old monk: "Don't you want to cut meat and feed the eagle?"

Xia Ji said: "Then who will feed me?"

Old Monk: "But you did. ”

Xia Ji: "Born to die, what I have is the obsession that even if I die, I will come back from the underworld." ”

After saying this, Xia Ji's body suddenly exuded a vast Buddha will, even if he didn't use it deliberately, now Rulai Zen also resisted the spiritual impact just now for him, otherwise he would not have broken the situation so much, at this time, it spread, only to see the old monk asked in horror: "Then you actually realized the Buddha, how did you realize the Buddha?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, but just asked, "Is the bureau broken?"

The old monk was silent for a long time, and replied: "It's broken." It's just that the old man wants to ask, the donor has a clear heart, and what he sees is not the sea of bitterness turning back, so what is it?"

"The Buddha smiled with flowers, but I wasn't. ”

"What is the benefactor?"

"If I don't like it, not a single flower in this world will bloom. ”

"The donor... It's really a demon in the Buddha. ”

"Do you want to borrow it?"

"Borrow. ”