Compared with the so-called chief in other places, the Buddha in the Great Lei Yin Temple is much more respected, and when those monks heard that Muyu was back, they all grinned, thinking that they had a good chance to rest again.

Regardless of anything else, since Muyu left the Great Lei Yin Temple, those monks have missed him very much in their hearts.

Since the abstinence from the year left the Great Lei Yin Temple, only six years old Mu Yu suddenly changed his appearance, although he is extremely high, but no matter who he sees, he will obediently call his senior brother, and then follow behind the senior brother's ass, which is the reason why he was able to get the love of the monks in the temple at the beginning.

When he saw the senior brother who planted vegetables, he called out to the senior brother to say hello, and then lay down next to the vegetable garden from time to time, watching how the senior brother planted vegetables.

But the young wooden fish is not only interested in growing vegetables, he also watches carrying water, ringing bells, chanting scriptures, chopping wood, and of course, there must be wooden fish for cooking.

It's just that when he was trying to learn how to sweep the floor, the old monk who had been sweeping a temple by himself always impatiently pushed the little guy aside.

Xiao Muyu has been active since he was a child, when he finished learning scriptures from the senior brothers, the senior brothers originally thought that he was just playing for a while, who knew that the Muyu monk later began to volunteer to help them, planting vegetables today and picking water tomorrow and chopping firewood the day after tomorrow.

In short, the young little wooden fish helps this senior brother today, and will help that senior brother tomorrow, until the day he leaves the temple, he still chops firewood excitedly, thinking that it is enough for the whole temple to be used for heating, and then he reluctantly says goodbye to the senior brothers.

As a Buddha's Muyu, not only did not arouse the jealousy of those senior brothers, but was very popular, the day he left, the old monk said that he must not be a little uncomfortable, but those senior brothers who saw him leave the back, each couldn't help but start wiping tears, good Muyu, you have helped us do so many things, suddenly as soon as you leave, the routine vacation is gone, you have to come back quickly.

Undoubtedly, this is the voice of every monk of Da Lei Yin Temple, even the old monk of Xuankong who excerpted the scriptures in the pagoda likes the tightness of the wooden fish, if the little monk of the wooden fish feels a little lacking in physical strength one day, and no longer wants to do those physical work, he will go to the tower, help him bring a pot of tea, and then pick up the scriptures that the old monk Xuankong has not finished copying and continue to copy.

The so-called people gather by like, probably because Monk Muyu and Chen Chen have a pure heart, which can make the two people who meet in Pingshui become close friends.

As soon as he returned to the temple, Mu Yu was pulled by the senior brothers to ask, about everything he saw outside, about the moving young girl, and about Chen Chen, who looked a little optimistic.

To be precise, Muyu is not a real monk, although he shaved off the troubles and inherited the Buddha position of abstinence, but he prefers to regard himself as a practitioner, when he was in the temple, he thought about the so-called wine and meat prohibited in the precepts, but there are no such things in the temple at all, so when he traveled abroad, the Muyu monk who tasted wine and meat for the first time fell in love with this red dust.

At this time, the most popular in the temple is not the Muyu monk, let alone Chen Chen, but the young girl who brought a piece of laughter to the temple, in the twittering inquiry, the sound like a finch made those monks feel more compassionate, as for the so-called precepts, even Muyu does not regard himself as a monk, why should they bother with this.

So in the temple now, those monks began to surround the young girl and Muyu to say those so-called stories of the rivers and lakes, but it was Chen Chen, who was originally optimistic, because of his own heart and his own hardship, he locked himself in the guest room, and read the so-called "Tao Jing" every day, hoping that he could read some charm from it, and it was best to have another epiphany like half a year ago, that is, it was the best.

"Do you understand it?" The old monk who swept the floor had never heard the laughter in the temple, and he had never put some of his plans on Muyu, because Muyu was just a child, and the child had no way to take on the responsibility, and under that pressure, the child might become a stranger.

This is what the old monk has always thought, so he has always been different from some people's opinions, and even looked at everything Chen Chen experienced coldly, hoping that this variable would die.

But when he looked at the first disciple in front of him, he had more hope in his eyes, the old monk has always been full of expectations for the precept idiot, because he is the only one who has really walked out of his own path, he does not enter the heavenly realm, but he can achieve the mortal vajra body, some of the deep meanings of this, the old monk knows in his heart.

Ring idiot looked at the old monk who had not seen him for a long time, and had some sighs, although he knew that his master was not an ordinary person, but more than ten years of time, after all, it also brought some wrinkles to his face, he heard this question, smiled very casually, and replied: "Enlightenment is a word, it is easy to say, it is really difficult to do, but in the past it was the first King Kong in the mortal world, and now it is the same." ”

"It's a pity you don't fight. ”

"But the disciple will still be reasonable, there are not many other advantages, one is hard-mouthed, and the other is very eating. ”

The exchange between the two people has ended, to be precise, the delivery of the idiot to the old monk has ended, the old monk sensed the battle above the palace last night, he felt the undercurrent rolling, so he began to ponder, but unfortunately the person who talked with him back then had gone underground.

The old monk sighed, the old man is deceased, and it is difficult to find the old man, so he put his hands together and bowed, and then, turned around and left, he knew that he had impressed the old monk, but the final decision was not in his hands after all.

Thinking of that stormy night, the broom in the old monk's hand was no longer easy to wave, and the literary talent wrapped in a big black robe was really unforgettable.

The old monk lost his mind for a while, and those pictures from many years ago involuntarily reappeared in front of his eyes.

When Li Gongyang finally made a decision, before the deployment of the Seven Sons of the Spring and Autumn Period, the last person he saw was the old monk, that night was stormy, after seeing Zhao Yi and Gongsun Qi leave, the old monk sneaked into the Stargazing Pavilion alone, and at that time, what he saw was Li Gongyang who was confident.

The wise man under the cover of a black robe was still shivering in the cold wind, but the eyes that looked at him were very confident.

"I heard Guiguzi say that you can break your luck for a long time?"

"It depends on how to break it, if it is broken by a finger, then no one in the world can break it, and neither can heaven and man, if it is only a little bit of a deduction of its trend, it should still be possible. Li Gongyang chuckled, but his arrogance is fully displayed, arrogance needs to be there, even if you are a saint, but what I can do, even if you are a saint in this world, I can't do it!

When the old monk saw that arrogance, he had a little respect for him, this respect was to really see him as a peer, but he was still a little angry, so arrogant, if he became a Confucian saint, the act of resisting the sky would be greatly increased, but this guy could enter the Confucian saint but not enter, living like a person who deceived the world and stole his name.

Li Gongyang glanced at the old monk and saw his anger, and he just continued to drink a sip of wine to keep warm, and then sighed: "What about the sage, I made up my mind before entering the world that I would not mention Qingfeng in this life, not use force, and only use the wisdom of my life to give the Ming Jun in my heart, my Li family, one article and one martial arts, it is enough." ”

"But what if you are always able to plan the world? Aren't you the first Confucian in the world, and you don't dare to look up at the sky?"

"In the past, when I was young, I always liked to look up, and when I looked up, I was fierce and strong, so I couldn't wait to take out the skills saved by hard work in the cold window in my abdomen, and I couldn't help but implement it, and I always had to take it step by step, so I didn't like to look up, and I liked to look down at the road in front of me. ”

Speaking of this, Li Gongyang glanced at the old monk, and said a sentence like an unpredictable prophet, ending the doubts in the old monk's heart: "In this world, those who welcome the prosperous world in a peaceful and chaotic world will be Tang, but those who can settle the world to establish a great man, their luck is in the west, and the chaotic sky will be Chu." ”

The old monk could feel the arrogance in Li Gongyang's heart, not at all under any of the sages he had ever seen, even if he was the first Confucian ghost Guzi in the world, he seemed to have to bow his head in front of him.

So somehow, the anger that had been suppressed for a long time inexplicably surged into his heart, and there was an invisible coercion on the old monk who pressed Li Gongyang, he hoped to see this stubborn middle-aged man bow his head, but he only saw that the middle-aged man's body trembled even more, but his eyes were still like swords and swords, looking at himself coldly, not forced by his momentum.

There was a chessboard in front of Li Gongyang, his hands were shaking very much, but he still had some strength, he caught a sunspot and placed it in the middle of the chessboard, and the old monk felt that the momentum between heaven and earth that was originally under his control was pressing on him.

"I don't enter the sainthood, because if I enter the holy world, there is no opponent, but it will become an obstacle to the single-minded cultivation of literature, the so-called Taoist, why do you need heaven to recognize the Tao, I do not enter the heavens, not for the Confucian saints, but today's scholars in the world, who can see that I don't bend my waist?" Li Ram's tone was cold, but the faint momentum on his body let the old monk know that he was not lying, if this person was holy, no one in the world would be invincible, so the older old monk could only bow his head in front of Li Ram, who was several rounds younger than himself.

Li Gongyang didn't look at him even once, just took another sip of wine, and then began to think about some thoughts, and then made a bet in his heart.

This bet, it led to all kinds of stories after that, the old monk every time he thought of the gamble, his heart was always unsettled, for some reason, but now there is no blame for the literary talent of the year, when he remembered the scene at that time, he found that from beginning to end, he was in the rhythm of Li Gongyang, never got rid of, from that chess game, the conversation between the two of them dominated, has become the Southern Tang Dynasty Wencai.

As the abbot of Da Lei Yin Temple a long time ago, when the old monk sitting in the boring temple had not yet begun to sweep the floor, he mainly studied two things, one was the so-called Tao, and the other was to play chess.

Before Li Gongyang, Go was divided into 17 vertical and horizontal roads, but in his eyes, the 17 ways of Go were too simple, once Guiguzi visited Tang, when the two of them used the vertical and horizontal seventeen ways of chessboard, the two played a total of ten games, and the winner was five or five points.

What exactly did the two say when they talked about it, probably only Guiguzi himself is still alive now, but after the hand talk, what the two said is known to the world.

"Seventeen vertical and horizontal changes are less after all. Guiguzi, who ended that hand talk, was still unfinished, and sighed in vain.

"The way of chess itself should be as varied as the way of heaven. Li Gongyang echoed.

"However, I think it's a bit interesting to play this heaven and earth chess game with your and my chess strength. ”

"On this chessboard, it would be nice to have two more vertical and horizontal lines. ”

With Li Gongyang's final opinion, all the masters of the world's chess path abandoned the seventeen vertical and horizontal paths and changed the chessboard to the nineteen vertical and horizontal paths.

This is the charm of literary talent, if others say that this chessboard has changed too little, I am afraid that those grandmasters will scoff at it, where are you a scholar, is it not enough to talk about chess on paper?

But as soon as this Wencai and Guiguzi, who have been famous for one or two hundred years, open their mouths, the chessboard in the world will have to be changed, and if those grandmasters who have changed too little chessboard use it again, then they don't need those two to speak, and they will be ridiculed by other peers: "I don't know how to be flexible!"

The old monk and Li Gongyang played against each other, naturally using nineteen vertical and horizontal chessboards, in that chess, both of them were silent, but Li Gongyang gave up using chess pieces, a little more casually, so the old monk did not use chess pieces, the two had an empty chessboard and did not use chess pieces, but the old monk knew that although Li Gongyang used a sunspot, he took some advantage.

But the old monk's defeat in this chess game is undoubted, after the final end, the morning light has been slightly revealed, the old monk's body has been soaked with cold sweat, he did not have a chess piece to survive in the end, and Li Gongyang just picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it, and then glanced at the old monk.

It only takes a glance, and the old monk has already understood what he means: "Even if you are a so-called sage, you have a specialization, and you can only say that you can't beat the horse as well as me, and if I don't enter the sainthood, even the Confucian saint Guiguzi will be out of reach!" This is Li Ram's self-confidence, there is only one Li Ram through the ages, but only one Li Ram is enough.

Before parting, Li Gongyang only said a few words to the old monk.

"Now in the Tang Dynasty, disasters and famines are everywhere, but it is not a crime of war, but the luck of the dragon was disabled, and the disaster of heaven and man, but although it is a means of heaven and man, but heaven and man cannot move the luck after all, and the lord of the world has to fall in the Tang Dynasty after all. This is Li Gongyang's self-confidence, and it is also what he knew about his luck by observing the sky at night before he and Li Gongyi joined the Tang Dynasty.

"There are spring and autumn in the world, and there are also spring and autumn in the sky, and the people in the sky have a disadvantage, so they want to borrow the luck of the world, and the Tang Dynasty cannot rush to lay down the remaining six countries for a while, because the foundation is not strong, when the army was dispatched, I didn't expect this variable, but I couldn't change the general trend. ”

"Heaven doesn't want the Tang Dynasty to be unified, because once the world begins to slowly make a sound, people will look higher, and the higher place is above the heavens, before people didn't dare to think about it, and they couldn't think about it, just because they didn't have so much effort, even if they were from heaven, there were only a few people, and those people couldn't afford to turn up the big waves, but if the world was really peaceful, those heavenly people, I was afraid that they wouldn't be able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. Li Gongyang let out a sneer, all of this was under his control, even if he was calculating with the sky, he was just like sitting in the Star Gazing Pavilion and directing the Six Route Army to fight.

"Since the heavens don't want the Tang Dynasty to be unified, and the Tang Dynasty also needs to lay a foundation, then take the initiative to compromise with them, before you came to me yesterday, I saw a star in the sky falling on the earth, there should be a celestial man into the mortal body, this should be the descendant or descendant of the so-called Heavenly Monarch you killed back then. When the old monk heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly, the sad thing a long time ago has become a scar, although it has been a long time better, but he was coldly uncovered by Li Gongyang half of the piece, he still felt a little painful, the old monk forcibly endured his temperament and continued to listen.

"This bet will have to bother you to go to the Heavenly Palace to talk to them personally, there should be no one to be your opponent in this sky. When Li Gongyang said this, he didn't know whether it was true or false, and looked at the old monk with a trace of respect.

"As for how to make this gamble?" Although the old monk said that he should quit many emotions, but under the praise of the world's first scholar, he was still a little fluttering, and even he didn't notice it, and there was already a feeling of asking for advice in his words.

That's how the old monk went to the Heavenly Palace, in exchange for ten years of peace in the mortal world, and ushered in two variables in the world, this result is almost exactly the same as the inference when Li Gongyang said goodbye to him!

"This time, but for the sake of a truce, the gatekeeper will definitely promise, as for how to calm the anger of the remaining six countries, it has nothing to do with you and me. ”

Because of this sentence, there was a literati named Zhang Heng who traveled around the six countries with a three-inch tongue.

"It's gambling, the world's luck has been in two places, the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, the West Chu is all romantic, each of the two countries has a person who travels around the world to collect luck, he will naturally agree, hum, support Xi Chu to be the opponent of the Tang Dynasty, those heavens can't ask for it. ”

Seeing the full grasp on Li Gongyang's face, the old monk couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you afraid that his Xichu will really become a climate in the future, but will suppress your arrogance in the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

"Where the luck of Xichu is, but the rivers and lakes are far away, this point is not in the world, how can those heavenly people see it more clearly than me, not to mention, if the general trend of the world has already belonged to my Datang, what does it matter if he is left in a corner? ”

"Aren't you afraid that Xi Chu will really destroy you Nantang?"

"After I die, no matter how flooding he is, after all, there is still a sentence, man's life, heaven is destined, do your best, look at the destiny of heaven. If those future generations really can't stand on their feet, then there is no way after all, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, which I think Zhao Yi also thinks. What's more, the affairs of the world naturally have to be handled by the world, and those so-called heavenly people cannot be allowed to regard the world as their own fishing pond. ”

Hearing this, the old monk couldn't help but be a little in awe of this junior, he nodded and promised, gave this Southern Tang Wencai a salute, and then left.

This is the only and last time the old monk saw this ghost man with thousands of ravines in his chest, few people in the world know about this gamble, the so-called rivers and lakes temples, after all, are all human affairs, both as people, how can they be willing to become those heavenly people in the pond of fish.

When these pictures flashed in front of the old monk's eyes again, the old monk had already made a decision in his heart, that naked wooden fish, let him be his walker, the beam of the Western Desert, after all, it would be handed over to the idiot.

Li Gongyang, you are a literati, I am a warrior, I can only use the way of a martial artist to fight with the sky, but after all, your words have reached Lao Qu's heart, if I die, no matter if he floods! I believe in those chess pieces you laid out, Lao Qu is also willing to be your chess pieces, since you recognize the kid who has carried the luck of the entire Xichu, you also recognize the killing god who carries the sword on his back, that Lao Qu, believe you, what's the matter!

The old monk's broom has been put down, he is sitting on the stone pier and smiling very happily, today is still seven days away from the West Desert Buddha Festival, rolling waves, all from the west!