Unlike this narrow alley covered in blood, in another secluded part of the capital, a war was going on, but it was on a chessboard.

On the west side of the Forbidden City, there is a building that is dilapidated, and it looks even more precarious on such a stormy night. However, it is such a building full of dilapidated buildings, but no one dares to carry out forced demolition, because this is a temple called Leadhua Temple.

Naturally, the monks have already washed out the lead, but here they just took the word lead in the washed-out lead as the name, which can be described as extremely weird.

Some people say that this name exhausts the original meaning of the boring monk, but the person in the center of the temple is in the mortal dust, of course, there are some people who praise it and say that this name is full of Zen, and the color is empty.

Tonight's heavy rain washed the entire temple again, causing the already dilapidated courtyard to peel off another layer of skin. Because it was a rainy day, the clouds were thick, and the night fell earlier than usual, so most of the monks who had no entertainment activities went to bed early, only one meditation room was brightly lit, and from time to time there was a crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard, but the sound of rain outside quietly covered up these slightly noisy sounds.

In the meditation room, nine bright lights are hanging, although they are not as bright as the sun, but they are enough to meet the reading and writing of people in the room.

At this time, the two people sitting calmly on the floor did not do anything serious, but played Go in front of the low table, and the two of them played very slowly, and at this speed, I am afraid that they may not be able to finish the game in the early morning of the next day.

The black chess is an old monk, his monk's clothes are extremely worn, but obviously not the kind caused by poverty, but because of laziness, shabby can be sewn and mended, that is called poverty, but this is not only such a leaky dress, but also seems to have not been washed for a long time, it seems that this monk's robe should be disposable for him, when to wear a navel and backless dress, when to give up.

And this old monk not only rarely washes his clothes, but also rarely washes his baths, or never washes them, otherwise where does the sour smell come from, and the Taoist master on the opposite side covers his nose from time to time.

"You, go, go!"

The old monk suddenly shouted, looking extremely unhappy, and while urging, he scratched his uneven hair with his hand, which was half a foot long.

The Taoist master on the opposite side raised his head extremely helplessly, looking at the dirty old monk opposite, he didn't know what to say, this Taoist was the protector of the dignified empire, Lu Yin.

Seeing Lu Yin watching himself like this without speaking, the old monk was also very puzzled, but after a while, he seemed to understand something, and quickly covered his chest exposed because of the tattered monk's clothes with both hands, and scolded in a low voice, "Stinky, stinky shameless!"

The old monk's move really caught Lu Yin on the opposite side a little off guard, and he almost spit directly onto the chessboard. The old monk's words not only insulted his profession, but also insulted his aesthetics.

After calming down the churning feeling in his stomach for a while, Lu Yin said with a little embarrassment: "Master Wuzen, you are starting to be witty again, God knows, I don't think you are looking at your chest, but that this game of chess is really impossible to play! The two of us have played chess for more than 20 years, why do you still play Go as a backgammon?"

"Who said that?"

Master Wu Chan retorted forcefully, "I, I'm just playing Go! Who, who, who's playing backgammon with you? That's a child's play, how can I, an enlightened monk, play backgammon?"

Lu Yin's face was full of helplessness, and he said with a little anger: "It's not to play backgammon, you can order Tianyuan when you come up......?" It stinks too!"

Maybe it's because there is something in his heart, so Lu Yin is a little irritable, otherwise he would never be able to say such a thing with his identity, after all, he has been with the other party for more than 20 years, how can he not understand?

Originally, I thought that Master Wuzen would also be a little angry, but who knew that the other party didn't care at all, but asked excitedly: "Then you know that I stink, why do you always come to me?

Although this sentence had the meaning of a robber, Lu Yin was speechless.

Indeed, today it was Lu Yin who personally came to play chess with Master Wuzen, and it was the same in the past, but there was another reason why he came here today for a reason that is not easy to explain.

"Master, to be honest, I did have an extremely difficult thing today, so I ......"

Lu Yin was still a little embarrassed, because every time he came, there must be something he couldn't understand, if he hadn't said it through playing chess, he would have been a little embarrassed, not only because of troublesome with the other party, but also because of his own identity.

"I, I have said, you are yours, I am mine, you, why are you still asking?"

Master Wuzen was a little annoyed at this time, "You, don't you understand, ah! I don't follow the routine like this, you, you won't? What should I do!"

"What can I do?"

Lu Yin repeated this sentence in his heart, as if he heard some meaning, "Could it be that Master Fei already knows what I want to be taught?"

He naturally knew that the slightly crazy monk in front of him was not so simple, otherwise how could so many masters call him a divine monk? It's just that he knows the other party's intentions without asking the reason, which seems to be a bit too godly!

"I—I know a!"

Master Wuzen began to scold the street again, "Your business is my, I have already slept in normal times, if you don't want to go down, just hurry up, I still have to sleep!"

As he spoke, he really deducted a big scary eye feces in his eye socket and threw it straight onto Lu Yin's chessboard.

Lu Yin didn't have time to gag at this time, because the old monk in front of him just said "go", not "go".

"Master, please tell me, I do want to go, but, if my guess is correct, he, he may be a demon!"

Lu Yin's voice trembled a little, maybe because he was confused, or because he was in a hurry.

"Demons?"

Master Wuzen stood up suddenly, pointed his finger at Lu Yin and roared: "Who do you say is the devil? Say it again! Am I not just a stinky chess player? Why do you say that I am a demon? You stinky and shameless person is the devil!"

"Huh?"

Lu Yin was caught off guard again, and just wanted to defend himself: "No, master, I didn't mean you, I ......"

However, before he could finish speaking, Master Wuzen shouted in his even rougher voice: "You peeked at my chest just now, aren't you a demon? You know that my Go game stinks, and you still come to tease me, aren't you a demon?"

As he spoke, he also pointed to a smaller gilded bronze Buddha on the Buddha shrine not far away and said, "When I nap here every day, it peeks at me every day, is he not a demon? Besides, you say that I am a demon and I am a demon? You are buttoning my hat! I also say that you are shit?"

The old monk said so loudly that he didn't stutter for a while.

For some reason, Lu Yin, who was scolded so bloody, laughed slightly for a moment, he unconsciously put his hands together, and said softly: "Thank you Master for reminding me!"

"No! you're too disrespectful. ”

Master Wuzen continued, "You are an old Taoist, why do you use the gestures of our Buddhists to take money!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his dirty but heavy right hand in front of Lu Yin.

Lu Yin shook his head helplessly, smiled wryly, took out a silver ingot from his clothes, and gently put it in the old monk's hand.

"Okay, right?"

"No, I'm still playing chess with you?"

The old monk had to be reasonable.

Looking at the old monk's extremely "righteous" eyes, Lu Yin took out another ingot of silver from his body.

"No, you just insulted me for playing chess and it stinks?"

Another ingot.

"No, you're insulting me?"

The old monk continued to ask.

Who knows, Lu Yin was about to cry when he was bullied, he tore open his shirt and said helplessly: "No! Master, let's not say if I'm talking about you! Even if I'm talking about you, I'm really gone!"

"Ahh

Master Wuzen nodded with satisfaction, "You can bring such a little bit of silver when you go out! Well, but it's okay, it's probably enough." ”

As he spoke, he put the money on the chessboard and said thoughtfully: "That! In a few days, I will give porridge to the poor here, and these ingots are mine now! You can help me change them into rice, and then you will send them to me when the time comes!"

"This ...... I've lost money, and I've got to give you runway......?

Lu Yin still wanted to argue at first, but when he saw the old monk crossing his waist and scolding again, he gave up this idea, and after thinking about it, he was afraid that it would be too late if he didn't leave, so he had to pick up the silver that belonged to him, and said "Okay!", and left in a hurry.

Who knows, at this time, the old monk's calm voice sounded behind him, "It's raining heavily outside!"

Hearing this, Lu Yin's heart felt a warm feeling, although this master was crazy, but at the critical moment, he was still compassionate, "Ah! Master, please rest assured, I came by carriage and couldn't get wet." ”

Who knows, the old monk actually said righteously: "You can't get drenched and don't care about me, I mean, close the door for me when you leave, otherwise the rain will be poured into the house!"

Lu Yin turned around, looked at Master Wuzen with a black line on his face, snorted angrily, and threw away the door with his long sleeves, not only that, but he also deliberately pushed both doors open, and he didn't care, and walked straight to his carriage.

The Taoist boy who had been waiting in the carriage for a long time hurriedly greeted him with a small umbrella, for fear that Lu Yin would get a drop of rain.

"Master, shall we go home?"

"No! Go to Xicheng, Lane 51, be quick!"

Carriages painted with various ghost drawings galloped away in the heavy rain.

There was a burst of scolding from the back of the carriage: "You stinky and shameless!"