At this moment, although the sky is dark and night is approaching, the town in front of Washan is still lively, but as Xu Chuan walked out of the town and came to the depths of Washan, the hustle and bustle gradually disappeared, leaving only the quiet of the forest as if it had been influenced by Buddhism.

Walking through it, you can vaguely see the Buddhist temples in the mountains and forests that look a little hazy in the dark skylight.

Undoubtedly, that is the Rotten Ke Temple, which has a high status in Buddhism.

However, Xu Chuan did not go to the Rotten Ke Temple, but walked along a deep mountain road to the deeper part of Washan.

There are many Buddhist powers living here, and although it is quiet, it is not uninhabited.

Even, this place is not easy for ordinary people to walk around.

Naturally, there are monks who patrol it.

However, Xu Chuan walked slowly, but no one could discover his existence.

Even, there was a dark-skinned sea viewing monk who was about to pass by him, as if he was unconscious.

So, Xu Chuan walked farther and farther, and then saw a grass house.

It's a simple grass house, but there is a clear and peaceful atmosphere.

If the mountain is not high, there is a dragon and a spirit, and if the water is not in the depth, there is a fairy.

Although the cottage is simple, it is a bit extraordinary because of the people who live in it.

Because the one who lives in it is the master of Qishan.

He is the only one who can exhaust his life's cultivation and hard work in order to save the lives of ordinary people.

In the face of such a person, although Xu Chuan will not learn from him to do this, it is really difficult not to have a little respect in his heart.

Therefore, he withdrew the means of concealing his own aura and walked slowly towards this simple grass house.

In the grass house, an old monk with a sallow face and a thick cotton coat who seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold slowly opened his eyes.

He looked out of the grass and fell into deep thought.

Now it is still his time to practice penance behind closed doors, and the Rotten Ke Temple will never let anyone disturb him.

But this person came so swaggeringly, and even did not hide his own breath, the meaning is naturally very intriguing.

The door of the cottage was naturally open, and he saw a young man dressed in black with an extraordinary temperament walking in without hesitation, and very casually found a chair and sat down opposite him.

Xu Chuan looked at the sick old monk in front of him, and couldn't help but have a trace of emotion in his eyes.

The so-called hearing is false, seeing is believing, and Master Qishan, who has such a high status, has endured the pain of being sick for so long for some ordinary people, and this compassion is indeed worthy of the name of Buddhism.

Master Qishan said with a gentle expression, "I don't know that Your Excellency is here for your illness, but you have something to look for me?"

Xu Chuan said calmly: "I have some grudges with Buddhism that need to be settled, and many people may have to die, but I don't think I am a person who loves to kill, and I still have some doubts about whether I want to slaughter the Buddhism up and down.

Everyone in the world praises the master as a great Buddhist master who saves the suffering, so I will take a look and decide whether I really want to slaughter the whole Buddha."

Master Qishan's expression changed slightly, slaughtering all the Buddhas? Even Xiling didn't dare to say such a big thing, but he didn't seem to doubt the truth of the other party's words when he listened to what the young man in front of him said.

Who is this person? ….

He has been practicing behind closed doors for many years, so naturally he will not know about Xu Chuan, who has sprung up in the past year, and as for the major battles that have occurred several times in the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain Range, as a waste person who has almost lost his cultivation, he naturally can't feel anything.

However, although his cultivation is no longer good, his spiritual cultivation is very strong.

Therefore, he was able to detect something unusual about Xu Chuan.

After a slight silence, he said slowly, "Dare to ask Your Excellency if you have a choice now?"

Xu Chuan didn't answer, but asked, "I don't know if the master knows about the million serfs in the Hanging Temple?"

Master Qishan fell silent again, a look of pain appeared on his sickly and withered face, and he sighed and said, "My young man has walked through the three mountains and five mountains, and naturally he has also been to the Hanging Temple, and he has also seen the million serfs."

Xu Chuan's expression was calm, and he didn't chase after the matter, but looked at the chessboard that was already a little dusty not far away, and said, "I have heard that the master's chess skills are amazing for a long time, I don't know if you would like to talk about a game with my hand?"

Master Qishan's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slowly, "Since Your Excellency is so interested, I am naturally willing."

Xu Chuan smiled, and when he got up, a fresh breeze quietly blew in the grass house, and instantly took away all the dust on the chessboard.

Then, he walked over to the chess board and sat down, and Master Qishan also got up and sat down on the other side of the chessboard.

After taking his seat, Master Qishan followed the half-open door of the grass house and saw the huge Buddha statue on the tile mountain that seemed to be about to open the heavenly dome, and sighed: "Before the Buddha attained Nirvana, he left a decree of the Dharma, and the Tao did not erect statues or worship anything, but thousands of years have passed, and how many Buddhist disciples can still remember these words?

It is true that Buddhism has decayed, but there are still people among them who devote themselves to worshipping the Buddha and do not care about the world, and the Dharma is not all evil Dharma."

When Xu Chuan heard this, he was noncommittal, looked at Master Qishan and asked, "What kind of chess does the master choose?"

Master Qishan has been playing chess for many years, but for the first time he has hesitated.

This game of chess is about the rise and fall of Buddhism, even if he can't help but lose some inches.

In the end, though, he chose white.

Black has the advantage of being the first move, but white can also move later, not to mention, in the face of the young man in front of him, it will be more secure to hold white chess.

Black and white are established, and Xu Chuan takes black first.

This was not the Buddha's chessboard, so the moment the sunspot fell, there was a crisp snap.

He didn't play the first position that ordinary Go might fall into, but a point that seemed to have no reason at all and made no sense.

But it made Master Qishan's expression more and more solemn.

With a snapping sound, more and more pieces occupy the board.

Xu Chuan didn't seem to think at all every time, and he went down extremely fast, almost Qishan Master Baizi fell, and the sunspots had already followed.

Half an hour has passed, and Master Qishan's progress has become slower and slower.

Because every step of the way takes him takes a lot of effort.

As a result, the sickly appearance on his withered yellow face became more and more serious.

From time to time, I couldn't help but cough a few times.

Xu Chuan's chess skills are so strong, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he has read a lot of books in the three worlds.

Although most of them are related to martial arts and practice, all martial arts or cultivation are actually inseparable from the operation of all things in the world. ….

He also vaguely remembered that he had read a book called Yi Sword Technique, which focused on using the sword as chess, and there were naturally many other martial arts related to Go.

Of course, the most important thing is that the power of the 128,000 worlds has not only brought him great power and incredible supernatural powers, but also provided him with extremely large computing power.

It can even be said that it is almost close to the point of heavenly calculation.

The so-called human calculation is not as good as the heavenly calculation, although the master of Qishan is superb in chess, he can calculate a dozen or even dozens of steps in one step, but how can he compare with the heavenly calculation.

So, as Xu Chuan dropped another piece, looking at the dense chess pieces on the chessboard, Master Qishan could only sigh and say, "I lost."

Xu Chuan didn't look at the chessboard again, but looked at Master Qishan and said, "Everyone in the world says that the Rotten Ke Temple is the mountain gate of the Hanging Temple in the world, and the Hanging Temple will be destroyed this time, and it stands to reason that the Rotten Ke Temple should not continue to exist, but if the master is willing to go with me and bring a million serfs to overthrow the rule of the Hanging Temple, I can let the Rotten Ke Temple go."

The wrinkles on Master Qishan's face deepened, and he was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "Thank you for your attention, I am willing to go west with Your Excellency."

He already felt that his limit was approaching, and that he had once turned a blind eye to the million serfs, but now that he had reached this point, it was always good to be able to do something with his remnants.

Hearing this, Xu Chuan's expression finally had a smile, the Hanging Temple provoked him again and again, and he would destroy it, but the million serfs were a troublesome matter, and if they were left alone, they would definitely cause some

Messy, but if it is handed over to Master Qishan, there is no need for him to think about it.

He got up and said, "The master really understands the righteousness, and since this is the case, I naturally won't let the master drag the sick body forward."

As the words fell, a drop of blood hung in the air like a crystal clear ruby on his fingertips.

Suddenly, there was a majestic vitality that filled the entire grass house.

This is a drop of true blood in his body, which can be said to be the essence of Yuan Shi's true body, even with his physique, it will take at least half an hour to recover, which is just the time of that game of chess.

With his current cultivation and the existence of the 128,000 worlds in his body, this single drop of true blood alone is better than the countless Tongtian Pills that Zhishouguan has painstakingly refined.

Ordinary people get it, even if they are the flesh and bones of the living dead.

Naturally, it can easily make up for the effort that Master Qishan has spent in order to save people.

With a single thought, this drop of ruby-like crystal clear blood suddenly flew out, fell to the center of Master Qishan's eyebrows, and quickly seeped into his skin.

Before Master Qishan had time to react, he felt an incredible power suddenly erupt from his body, filled with an endless stream of vitality to nourish his nearly withered body.

His qi and blood were growing rapidly, his pain was moving away, and even the cultivation he had lost began to recover.

Even because of years of precipitation, once he recovered, he re-entered the knowledge of his fate, and even quickly jumped to a higher realm.

This breath instantly alarmed countless Buddhist cultivators in the depths of Washan.

After perceiving that this aura was coming from the place where Qishan was, everyone was immediately shocked. ….

Of course, there are plenty of surprises that follow.

Master Qishan has been suffering from illness for decades, and now that he has broken through the realm, he must have eliminated the disease, although they don't know what the cause is, but this is a good thing after all.

Especially at this time of the Bola Festival, when the nations are approaching.

The restoration of Master Qishan will bring great prestige and voice to Buddhism.

Of course, if they knew that Master Qishan was about to follow the Demon Sect Master to destroy the Hanging Temple and liberate millions of serfs, I am afraid they would not be so happy.

Sensing that someone was already rushing here, and Qishan estimated that it would take a lot of time to wake up, Xu Chuan didn't stay long, and in one step, he disappeared from the same place with no distance, and the next moment, he appeared outside the inn in the town in front of Washan.

But just as he was about to return to his room, he found that there was a special aura in his room.

[In view of the general environment, it is as quiet as an orchid, but it is a little calm and turbulent.

Is it Lu Chenjia?

How could she be in my room?

Xu Chuan pushed the door and entered, and saw an extremely strange scene.

Because Lu Chenjia was lying on his bed safely.

Seeing him come back, Lu Chenjia calmly came out of the futon, got out of bed, came to Xu Chuan, and said respectfully, "Sect Master."

Xu Chuan looked at her calmly and did not speak.

Lu Chenjia said very naturally: "All the way to the west, the sect master was tired of traveling and driving, and finally settled here, the weather was cold and the sun was freezing, and the concubine should warm the bed for the sect master."

The former nymphomaniac is now so humble.

Xu Chuan honestly doesn't know what she experienced in the illusion.

He looked at Lu Chenjia's beautiful appearance deeply, and said slowly, "Although I control your life and death, as long as you don't betray me, you don't need to worry about this matter, so you don't need to please me like this on weekdays."

Lu Chenjia's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "Sect Master has let me see a higher world, and for me, what I have done is nothing."

Xu Chuan shook his head and said, "What I need is a proud nymphomaniac, a strong man who can follow me, not a maid who obeys my orders, if so, you don't have to stay with me after this trip."

With that, he waved his hand and said, "Stand down."

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Chenjia's expression was slightly shocked, her eyes finally disappeared from the stagnant water she once had, she glanced at Xu Chuan with complicated eyes, bowed her head and left here.

The moment he went out, Mo Shanshan also happened to push the door out.

Looking at each other, Lu Chenjia suddenly felt a little embarrassed, she quickly looked away, turned around and returned to her room.

Mo Shanshan glanced at Xu Chuan's room, then at Lu Chenjia's room, then quietly turned around and returned to his room.

She looked calm, but she sat in front of the book, but she didn't put down her pen for a long time, and she forgot what she was going out to do.

There seems to be a sour intention lingering in my heart, and of course, there is also an indescribable sense of urgency.

On the other hand, Xu Chuan didn't take the episode to heart, but lying on the bed, the clear residual temperature and the sweet and moving aroma between the bedding made him feel a little dry.

Suddenly, with a squeak, Mo Shanshan pushed the door in a single suit.

She pursed her red lips slightly and said softly, "I want to ask you something."

After all, she couldn't hold back the boredom in her heart, and planned to ask clearly what the situation between Xu Chuan and Lu Chenjia was.

However, Xu Chuan looked at Mo Shanshan's delicate posture and delicate face at the moment, where did he have the heart to say some other trivial things?

Getting up and stepping forward, he hugged Mo Shanshan and choked her seductive red lips.

This was the first time they had been so close, and the candlelight was quietly extinguished in the midst of Moshanshan's desire to resist and welcome.

So, on the bed, the red luan was surging, and the soft words were endless.

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