The little monk Huihao sat on the ground and thought in his heart: "My master often said that the cultivation method passed down by the Buddha is the three learnings of precepts, concentration, and wisdom.

"Lengyan Sutra" cloud: 'The heart is the precept, because the precept is determined, and because of the precept, wisdom is generated. 'It is difficult for us people with dull roots to take the mind as a precept, so the Bodhidharma Patriarch has passed down a convenient method, teaching us to learn martial arts and take the heart, and we can also play chess to take the heart.

Learning martial arts pays attention to victory and defeat, and playing chess also pays attention to victory and defeat, which is the opposite of the principle of meditation, so no matter whether you learn martial arts and play chess, you must not win or lose.

When reciting scriptures, eating, and walking, it is very easy to have no victory or defeat, and it is extremely difficult to win or lose when competing and playing chess. If you can be invincible when you are competing or playing chess, then you will be the shortest.

There is a cloud in the "Dharma Sentence Sutra": "The winner has resentment, and the loser despises himself." To win or lose, no guilt. 'I am not good at martial arts, my chess skills are poor, when I compete with my brothers and sisters, I always win less and lose more, but the master praises me for not resenting or resenting, and I am very light-hearted about victory and defeat.

How is it that today, when I see this Lu Shi Master playing a wrong move, I am worried that he will lose, and I give advice? Not to mention, with my chess skills, how can I guide others? Although his chess move is the same as that of the boy in the green shirt, it is probably different since then, and I don't understand it myself, but I say, 'I'm just afraid that it won't work.'

Lu Changfa had a son, thought for a while, a son and a son, the more he thought about it, the longer he thought, when he was more than twenty sons, the sun was already in the west, and Huikong suddenly said: "Master Lu, you walked in the first ten directions, and the eleventh one got up, and walked into the side door, and the more you walked, the more you went away, and it was difficult to save it anymore." ”

Lu Changfa's face was stiff and expressionless, and his throat voice said: "Your Shaolin sect is a famous and authentic sect, according to your righteous path, but how to solve the law?" Huikong sighed and said: "This chess game seems to be right and not righteous, like evil and not evil, it can't be solved with the right way, but if you go straight to the front, it won't work!"

Lu Changfa's left iron rod stopped in mid-air, trembling slightly, and he couldn't go down, and after a long time, he said: "There is no way ahead, there are chasing soldiers behind, it is not good, it is not evil, it is difficult!"

His family martial arts were originally authentic to the Lu clan in the northern country, but later he entered the evil way, and Huikong's words touched his state of mind, and he gradually entered the demon path like a boy in a green shirt.

This treasure is changeable, because of the person to give, the lover of money because of greed, the irritable from the angry bad things. Lu Qian's defeat lies in his love being too heavy and he refuses to abandon his son;

Lu Chang's first hatred happened, but after he was crippled, he had to put aside the authentic martial arts of his own sect and change to the evil art of the side door.

Ding Mohan said with a smile: "Yes! It is easy for a person to change from good to evil, and it is difficult to change evil and return to right, your life is destined to be ruined, ruined, ruined! Alas, it is a pity that one misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, and if you want to look back, it will not be possible!"

In his words, he was full of pity. Huikong and other masters all knew that this hundred-year-old monster had bad intentions and took advantage of the fire to rob, wanting to cause Lu Changfa to go mad and get rid of a powerful opponent.

Sure enough, Lu Chang was stunned, and said sadly: "I am the respect of the prince of the northern country, and today I am in the rivers and lakes, and I am really ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors. ”

Ding Mohan said: "You died under Jiuquan, and you are also the ancestor of the Lu family who has no shame to go to see the Lu family, if you know that you are ashamed, it is better to kill yourself, it can be regarded as the act of a hero, alas, alas! It is better to commit suicide, it is better to kill yourself!" The voice was soft and beautiful, and the people with less skill on the side had already heard themselves drowsy.

Lu Changfa followed and said to himself: "Alas, it's better to kill yourself!" lifted the iron rod and slowly pointed it towards his chest.

But he cultivated so deeply, he vaguely knew that it was wrong, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart saying: "No, no, if this continues, it will be terrible!"

But the iron rod in his left hand was still pointed inch by inch towards his chest. When he lost his country and went into exile and was seriously injured, he also had the idea of committing suicide, only because of a special chance, he had to regain his strength, and at this moment the power of self-control weakened, and the thought of suicide hidden in his heart came up again.

Among the surrounding masters, Huikong is compassionate and has the heart to speak to wake up, but this "head drink" must be equivalent to Lu Changfa's strength, so as to have the effect of invigorating the deaf, otherwise it will not only be useless, but will cause harm, and his heart will be secretly anxious, but he is helpless.

Jiang Bancheng was forced by the rules set by the master back then, and he couldn't save him. Qingshanjun knew that Lu Changfa was not a good person, he would die like a fire, and it would be best to get rid of the harm in the world.

Jerodouta gloated and stood by with a smile and groaning. Lu Qian and You Qiu are both very profound, but they don't understand what Lu Changfa means by this move.

Although Han Ning'er knows a lot about the martial arts of various sects, the cult kung fu that Ding Mohan lured with her heart is not martial arts, and she doesn't know anything about it.

Chu Sanniangniang has been pressing Lu Changfa on her head, usually commanding, very rude, and resentful for a long time, thinking that he wants to kill himself, but he doesn't have to save him. Deng Baichuan, Kang Guangling and others not only lost all their skills, but also did not want to mix in the competition between the century-old monster and the "first villain".

Among them, only the South China Sea Demon God was the most anxious, seeing that Lu Changfa's cane was no more than a few inches away from his chest, and after a moment's delay, he immediately clicked on his own death point, and immediately grabbed the little monk Huihao, and shouted: "Boss, catch this monk!"

Ding Mohan slapped his palm and said, "Go, don't come to stir up the situation!" The power of the South China Sea God is extremely powerful, and the little monk Hui Hao flew forward with a strong wind, but by Ding Mohan's soft palm, the body of the little monk Hui Hao flew back and crashed straight into the South China Sea God of the South China Sea.

The South China Sea God caught it with both hands, and wanted to throw it at Lu Changfa again, but Ding Mohan's palm power contained three stamina, and the South China Sea God suddenly opened his eyes, and Tengteng withdrew three steps, just about to stand up, and the second stamina arrived.

His knees weakened, and he sat down on the ground, only to say that he would never be okay again, but he didn't know that there was a third stamina coming. He couldn't help but flip a somersault, grabbed the little monk Huihao with both hands, pressed him under him, and turned over again. He expected that Ding Laowei's palm would have a fourth stamina, and he hurriedly pushed the body of the little monk Hui Hao forward in order to block the frame.

But the fourth stamina was gone, and Nanhai opened his eyes and scolded: "Your grandmother has a leg!" Put the little monk Huihao underground.

Ding Mohan made this palm, his mental strength relaxed slightly, and Lu Changfa's iron rod stopped in mid-air and no longer moved. Ding Mohan said: "It's too late, it's too late, Lu Changfa, I advise you to commit suicide, or kill yourself!"

Lu Changfa sighed: "Yes, what's the point of living in the world?