Although the son surnamed Li is not a solid reader, he has read books for a few years and drank a lot of ink, and he has achieved a slight success in chess.

Just looking at the situation in the chess game in front of him, the two sons of black and white are evenly matched, and they are also one son and the other, which is interlocking, causing such a peaceful situation. In fact, if you make a mistake in black and white, you will move the whole body, and one side will completely suppress the other party and then devour them all!

He looked straight and shook his head, a slight sweat breaking out on his head.

"Brother Mo, how are you doing in chess?" Lao Yuan smiled slightly, interested in this game of chess.

Mo Wunian shook his head when he heard this, playing chess was especially brain-consuming, and he didn't like it at all.

"That'...... I'll try. Old Yuan leaned out and sat on the stone bench of the stone chessboard.

has been in the human race for a long time, not only has he only drunk ink for decades, but he also has good attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he can be regarded as everyone in any of them.

"The donor is a demon clan?" The old monk was a little surprised, but he smiled at him and said, "Then the donor will try." ”。

Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all beings, and he doesn't care what kind of identity he wants to fall on the chessboard.

It was also him who said, Lao Yuan grabbed a sunspot with five fingers. This look is not at all elegant, like an unenlightened beast, and then, without thinking, the pawn fell on the chessboard with a "snap".

Although Mo Wunian said that he didn't know how to play chess, he still knew in the basic chess that as soon as this sunspot landed on the board, the whole game of sunspots would have the upper hand, and the situation immediately changed.

The upper hand that can be occupied is only slightly better than that of the white seed.

Then there was another "pop", Lao Yuan grabbed the white son and fell again, and all the situation was immediately calm, and the treacherous clouds in the previous chess game also disappeared.

Black and white contain each other, and it is no longer possible to distinguish which is stronger and which is weaker.

I also have to say that these two sons are cleverly and really clever.

Even Xia Ziyan, who is proficient in chess, can't help but glance at this old ape demon who is not of my race.

It's just that after the two sons fell, Lao Yuan grabbed another one but hesitated, without his previous decisiveness, his thoughts flew at high speed, and he fell into a long period of contemplation.

A full hour passed before he fell, and the sunspot once again had a slight upper hand, and it seemed that if another white child fell, the situation would be peaceful again.

But the corresponding thing is that I fell into a longer period of deep thought. The old monk glanced at the chess game, but showed a secretive smile and said: "The donor's fall is a transitional pursuit of peace, and you must also know that everything in the world is the opposite of things." ”。

"Does the master think my son has made a mistake?" Lao Yuan didn't know why, and then looked at the three sons who fell before, and after pushing in his heart, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The old monk stopped talking, retracted his gaze and stood quietly with his hands folded.

Lao Yuan fell into a longer period of deep thought, and after three hours, his movements or the expression on his face did not change much, just like a stone statue that had been there for a long time.

In the middle of this, Xia Ziyan pondered the words of the old monk, and also pushed the changes in the chess game in his heart, and did not feel that there was anything wrong.

"The black man swallowed the white child, the outcome of this game of chess has been decided, how can there be absolute peace in the world...... Just like this chess, as long as you continue to play, there will always be a winner or loser. "Mo Wunian doesn't know chess at all, but he doesn't understand the game of chess that Lao Yuan plays, because peace can also be established as peace.

Hearing this, Xia Ziyan also calculated every vacant position, and even extended the chessboard wirelessly in his thoughts, but he also felt that it was inappropriate for this chess piece to fall anywhere, and wherever it fell, the black piece was better than the white piece.

"There is something interesting about the benefactor's statement. The old monk smiled slightly, and looked at him meaningfully.

"You really don't know how to play chess?" Xia Ziyan couldn't help but look at him, and he shook his head again.

"Alas...... The first step was wrong!" Lao Yuan recalled the first son he had fallen, and slowly got up from the stone bench with a wry smile.

There were only four pieces in total, and there were countless free positions on the chessboard, and he really couldn't think of what kind of four pieces he would fall in the midst of countless changes and infinite possibilities.

The old monk waved his robe, brushed his sleeves back and retracted the three sons on the previous chessboard, looked at Mo Wunian and said, "This donor, do you want to try?"

Mo Wunian nodded and sat down on the stone bench.

Unlike Lao Yuan's neatness, he didn't go directly to grab the chess pieces, but looked at the chessboard and thought for a while, then picked up the sunspot and landed on the chessboard.

Bang!

The sound of falling children was also accompanied by a muffled thunder, and it rained in the sky, and the cold wind swept and the cold air blew, blowing a few green pines on the steep cliff and swaying, and also blowing a spirit, and the head became more and more sober and focused on the chessboard.

Looking at the chessboard again, everyone will think that his first pawn should have fallen carefully and deliberately, but the chess piece that fell directly fell on the dead end that was surrounded by the white son, and the change of the whole game of chess was also instantaneous The black son completely suppressed the white piece.

So no matter how you look at this sunspot, it falls at random, and there is no rule to find, so it will go straight to death...... This is a mistake that no beginner will make!

But then there was another "pop", and a white child also fell!

"This ......" Xia Ziyan couldn't understand it at all, this white son fell very casually, falling in a position that had little to do with the overall situation, but it seemed that the situation on the field changed immediately after this son fell, and Bai Zi had the upper hand again, completely suppressing the sunspot!

And these two fell back and forth!

Just like two armies at war, one side kills the other, and faintly there is the hoarse roar of thousands of troops, and the sound of horses' hooves suddenly resounded from the chessboard.

"Brother Mo's chess game is interesting!" Old Yuan's cloudy eyes flashed a little brightly, and he leaned over to the chessboard and looked at it with great interest, but after a while, he shook his head again.

"Grandpa, will the big brother win?"

Mo...... Mo Gongzi should win. ”

Xiaohu asked, but the son surnamed Li answered her.

Hearing this, Lao Yuan still shook his head, sighed and said: "It's hard to say, it's either another village or ......."

He was silent, feeling in his heart that either it was Mo Wunian's two sons who fell at will, and then it would still be the same result as before.

And this game of chess, he has begun to understand it.

Xia Ziyan's fair face also showed some solemnity, and her heart was probably the same as Lao Yuan's thoughts, and she even felt that no matter how many moves Mo Wunian made next, this game of chess would not be able to play peacefully between the two sides.

But in other words, she herself at most came up with the same situation as the old ape demon, and thought of the treasure she wanted to take, and then looked at the old monk, she was unhappy in her heart - the chess game in the world has never been to divide the winner and lose? This old monk is also strange, and he has to be peaceful!

After the two sons fell, Mo Wunian looked at the dense chessboard, which was almost full of chess pieces, as if he was really in deep thought.

Another three hours passed, and the mortals surnamed Li and the hungry all gnawed on the hard dry food they carried, but he still had no intention of leaving the child.

"The donor's thoughts...... The old monk couldn't understand it either. The old monk also kept looking at the chessboard, but finally shook his head.

The current game of chess has completely won the upper hand, but the black man still has a little vitality, but if he uses some more effort to drop two more pieces, how do you look at it...... But it is still such a situation, and it cannot achieve peace and harmony.

An hour passed, and Mo Wunian finally grabbed the sunspot again to land on the chessboard.

The son fell on the chessboard, the chess game was stable again, and the black and white sons were evenly matched again, but the hidden killing machine was also more dangerous!

If the chessboard is heaven and earth, then in those few inches of heaven and earth, the chaos of heaven and earth seems to be the beginning of opening, the vast and barren land, hurricanes are running wildly, the highest place in the world is sprinkled with its heat, and in the darkest abyss of the earth, there is cold air constantly overflowing......

Light and darkness, cold and heat are in it, rampant in this world, everything is not orderly, some are just opposites fighting each other.

It was obvious that this was the most ordinary game of chess, but after only a slight glance at the son surnamed Li, he seemed to be in that world, his brain "buzzed" and exploded, and the corners of his mouth spilled blood.

His spirit was extremely traumatized, and he didn't dare to look at this game of chess again.

Lao Yuan also looked at the grogginess of his head, and the sweat in his palms continued to overflow, and secretly said the danger of this game of chess.

Only Xia Ziyan looked calm and was not affected in the slightest, but she was still not very optimistic about Mo Wunian.

Because if you fall next, whether it is black or white, the winner will be clear at a glance.

"The donor really doesn't know how to play chess?" The old monk once again showed a puzzled look, as if he had seen something, and his expression could not be calmed down.

Mo Wunian shook his head and said lightly: "It's time to end." ”。

Again, as last time, his holding fell on Tian Yuan's position, and in the heaven and earth a few inches in size, the sun began to emit soft light, and the ice in the extremely cold abyss began to dissipate into mist, and the light and mist intertwined began to promote the emergence of life on the earth.

Everything is at peace, and all things are born into mutual restraint, but they are interdependent.

Everything in the chess game has also been reduced to zero, and there is no danger of dormancy before, and some are starting over.

"I'm really curious which of those major sects in the Central Abyss are you a disciple?" The unthinkable happened, and the curiosity that Xia Ziyan had suppressed in her heart rose again.

Mo Wunian still didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the old monk and said: "There is one thing, but I also want to ask the master, the only one who can practice "As I Hear" can only be the Buddha of each generation of Wusheng Temple, fortunately, I also know two generations of Buddhas, but I don't know how the master got this volume of practice?"

In the past, he probably wouldn't be very interested in other cultivation methods, and he would choose to turn around and leave like Guo Ya, but this volume of cultivation was from Wusheng Temple, so he became interested.

In the past, there was an evil Jiao in the demon clan, causing chaos in several states in the Central Abyss, but it was not only the life of many mortal spirits or monks, but fortunately, the previous master of Wusheng Temple was transformed into a master, and this evil Jiao was also considered to have converted to Buddhism.

It's just that later, the person who presided over the practice of Buddhism went wrong, and when he crossed the immortal tribulation, he entered the demon and turned the creatures of Xiazhou, one of the ten states in the middle of the abyss, into ashes.

It was also a patriarch in the Divine Worship clan who casually turned into a giant peak and suppressed the demon host below, and then it was the evil Jiao who entered the Divine Worship clan and made a disturbance. But in the end, the evil Jiao was also suppressed in a mountain by the clan elder and thrown to the boundary of the four states under the abyss.

Mo Wunian felt that the mountain in front of him was more in line with the mountain that suppressed the dragon, but he didn't expect it either...... This mountain turned out to be in Qingzhou!

The old monk didn't remember, he only remembered that he had been in this mountain for a long time...... Those who have woken up here recently are only remnants. It's just that there are some things that I remember to accomplish, Amitabha!"

The old monk shook his head when he heard this, he had really forgotten too many things, and he only remembered to give away this volume of scriptures and some other things.

"There is also a remnant of the old monk's thoughts on the road behind, he may know more things, if the donor has any doubts, you can ask him again, and I will give the scriptures to the donor!"

He stretched out a withered finger and pointed at Mo Wunian's eyebrows, and countless words glowing with golden light emerged from his fingertips and then disappeared into Mo Wunian's eyebrows.

"That's what I heard...... All beings are suffering......"

This is not a complete chapter, but only one of them, and the cultivation realm corresponding to this chapter is actually the other shore realm.

After the other side is the immortal!

Mo Wunian was even more sure of the identity of the old monk in front of him, because Master Dusheng had also taught "As I Hear" to that evil Jiao back then.

"You...... Who the hell is it?" Xia Ziyan became more and more curious about Mo Wunian, just now he said that he knew the Buddha in a casual tone, but he said it easily, as if he was talking about his peers.

He still ignored her when she didn't exist.

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask again. "She's not a romantic and naïve girl, she has absolute fantasies and expectations for everything that is unknown.

Immediately, she really fell silent in all her thoughts, thinking about how to get that treasure in her heart, and no longer had any curiosity about Mo Wunian's identity.

After the old monk finished preaching the scriptures, he began to dissipate after saying a word of Buddha.

The chessboard disappeared, and the mountain road leading to the nine skies in front of it also appeared again.

The group continued to walk forward. It seems that there is not much left in the road ahead, and it is only about a hundred steps away.

looked very close, but the group walked for about a few miles, only to the son surnamed Li, whose legs were weak, collapsed on a big stone on the mountain road, and did not see the end.

Looking at the end of the road, there are still 100 steps.

"It's really evil......" The son surnamed Li was already tired, and he was a little weak to speak.

Even the waiting for everyone stopped.

Mo Wunian also really wanted to go to the end to meet the old monk's remnants and ask about some things, which would greatly help him in his next trip to the 100,000 Great Mountains.

But when he pulled his thoughts back again, there was no one in front of him, and he was the only one left.

After a moment's thought, he continued walking.

But he didn't know how long he walked, and even his feet felt a little numb, but the remaining roads in front of him were only about 100 steps.

"Illusion?" He looked ahead, and also looked back at the road behind him, everything was so real, and when he looked down slightly, he could see the green bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain.

But suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and took a few big steps forward, but this time, he didn't continue to spin in place, and the distance of the original hundred steps was only more than ninety steps.

It's just that when he looked at his hand again, it looked a little old and wrinkled, as if he had walked on this road for many years.

But he didn't pay attention to this, he raised his steps and continued to walk forward, this time taking dozens of steps quickly, but his appearance also changed from young to middle-aged.

It also seems that the price of progress has come at the cost of human life.

But the more he did this, the faster he walked, until he became an old dragon clock, but the steps under his feet were still steady.

At this time, there were only a few steps left in the distance of the mountain road, but these simple steps would cost him countless years of life.

"To go or not to go?" Also at the end of the road, the kind-eyed old monk appeared, and as he said, this was another remnant of his thoughts.

Walk...... It means to exhaust all life.

"Why don't you go? Is it a fantasy or not, walk past and you'll have the answer. Mo Wunian didn't hesitate, and stepped out directly in a few steps.

The old monk was silent, clasped his hands together, and then quietly closed his eyes.

Mo Wunian's face is getting older and older, and his steps are also very difficult, he is really about to die, like a flickering candle flame, and the flame of life will be extinguished at any time. But after falling to the last three steps, his face began to recover again, his white hair began to gradually dye black, and his posture rose again.

"Hehe! When it's true, it's true...... The heart of the donor is also strong. The old monk said the Buddha's name and bowed to him slightly.

Everything in front of him had changed, and Mo Wunian saw that he was still halfway up the mountain, and he was still standing on the chessboard just now.

"Sometimes people take false things as a guide, and they never reach the end of the true path. But this sentence does not necessarily make sense, it is true or false, as long as it can lead you to the end of the true path, the guiding thing is true. "Mo Wunian heard what the old monk said, and he also understood.

The truth of the illusion in front of you is like walking in the desert, and you will never be able to get out of the mirage as a reference in your cognition.

But a mirage that has existed for a long time...... Maybe it can really give you direction and get you out of the desert.

Just as Mo Wunian observed the change in his appearance, this is a false thing, and the passage of time that you will feel when you walk on the path of truth is confusing you...... It makes you feel that walking on the true path is also a false road.

"Maybe...... At this point, my chess is really finished. It was also his words, and the scene in front of him had changed again, and he was still sitting on the stone bench, and the chess game in front of him had already settled the extra black and white.

But at this point, his chess game is truly completed.

And everything before had illusions and realities, before the four sons fell, they were all realities, and after the four sons fell, they were all illusions.

But the "As I Smell" he got was real.

This game of chess is not just as simple as this game on the stone table in front of you, it is a real game of chess from the time you went up the mountain to now.

Fiction and reality run through it, and if you want to really find out a truth, this chess game is also the end of the game.