Since ancient times, there are many strange legends in the world, those misty mountains are often imagined by people as the abode of immortals who do not care about the worries of the world, thousands of years, attracting countless people full of enthusiasm for obsession, not hesitating to trek through mountains and rivers, seeking immortal fate. Those stories with a veil of mystery have always been talked about by people and passed on from mouth to mouth.

When Lin Chen was still in Penglai when he was a child, he once saw such an ancient story about watching chess in the old man's grass house study, and he was still quite impressed.

The story tells the story of a woodcutter who went up the mountain to collect firewood one day in a certain year, cut two large bundles full of two, and when he walked down the mountain with a song and firewood, when he walked halfway up the mountain, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. The woodcutter couldn't help but look for the scent. After turning over several hills, I finally saw a small hill with brilliant peach blossoms, infinite scenery, and a big peach tree growing in the middle of the mountainside, and the tree was full of pink and fragrant peach blossoms. The aroma is the peach blossom. And under the old peach tree, there are two old men playing chess.

The woodcutter saw that it was still early, so he walked over and squatted on the chessboard to watch the chess. I only looked at it for a while, and suddenly there were petals falling down one after another. The woodcutter felt strange in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw that the peach blossoms had been thanked at some point, and there were small peaches full of green trees on them. The woodcutter looked at the two old men with white hair and silver beards, red faces, still focused on the fight on the chessboard, he watched the chess play to the point of worry, and lowered his head to look. After a while, the woodcutter felt hungry, so he got up and went home to fetch firewood, but when he looked up, he saw that the peaches on the tree had grown to the size of a fist.

The woodcutter was stunned in his heart, and secretly thought that there had been a lot of strange things in these years, and after watching chess for a while, the peach tree actually blossomed and bore fruit, and he was so hungry that he couldn't help but pick one and eat it as he walked. Strange to say, the peach is fragrant and sweet when you bite into your mouth, and you will not be hungry when you swallow it. The woodcutter solved the worries in his abdomen, looked at the sky again, felt that it was still early, and was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, so he squatted down and watched the chess, not wanting to see this is actually a delicacy and forgot to leave, from morning to night, hungry to eat green peaches, thirsty to drink flower dew, to the sunset of the West Mountain, when the night gradually enveloped the deep mountains, it seemed that he finally heard the movement beside him, an old man who focused on playing chess raised his head, looked at the woodcutter's intoxicated appearance, smiled slightly, and said softly: "You haven't seen enough, it's time to go back." ”

When the woodcutter picked up his axe for chopping wood, he was shocked to find that the wooden handle of the axe had already rotted into dust, and even the blade of the fine iron had long been rusted and rotten. Pushing open the door of his house, he was stunned to find that none of the adults and children in the family had seen him, and no one knew him.

Once the woodcutter inquired, he found that he was watching chess in the peach tree for a day, the world has been more than a hundred years, he lost his soul and stood on the street, looking at the strange eyes cast by the villagers, thinking about it before and after, Fang suddenly realized, he didn't want to go up the mountain to meet the immortals, he hurried back to the peach tree, saw the two old people were still playing chess, immediately knelt down, kowtowed to the teacher, the two old people saw that he was fated, smiled and stroked its top, and then accepted him to enter the wall, the woodcutter also bowed into the fairy gate, and never appeared in the red dust.

This story has been widely circulated, has been a lot of fun for people to do this, and later generations will the woodcutter because of watching chess lingering, rotten axe, I don't know the years of the world that the mountain called "Rotten Ke Mountain", and there is "the game of idle fighting, the world is right and wrong." The empty call is Heqiaoke, and the rotten Ke does not know where to return. "One day in the mountains, it has been a thousand years in the world, the woodcutter returns home, and the axe rots from the wind. And many other poems and songs, which are attached to the obsession with the mysterious color, which attracted people in the world to once go in and out of the mountains but seek the prosperity of immortals.

When Lin Chen saw the legend called "Rotten Ke", he was still young and couldn't appreciate the deep meaning, but he just thought that this story was so interesting, and he was also quite envious of the opportunity that the woodcutter encountered in the story.

This world, isn't it a chess game?

A legend is a legend after all, after countless generations of circulation, it has long been unrecognizable, a little more mysterious, but lost the beautiful attachment at the beginning, now where is the rotten Keshan, where is the old peach tree, where is the person who used to play chess and watch chess, there is no trace, and no one knows the truth behind the mystery, Lin Chen is also quietly watching the scene of Master Burning Bitter and Jingchen focusing on playing chess in front of him, I don't know why I suddenly remembered that rather meaningful story, although this chess game is not the legendary chess game, but suddenly my heart moved, and I secretly thought: "According to legend, the peach blossoms of Rotten Keshan are fragrant, so it seems that it is somewhat similar to Luofu. ”

Thinking of this, Lin Chen suddenly felt a little funny in his heart, didn't he become the woodcutter in the story? Thinking like this, he suddenly felt that he was a little similar to the woodcutter, he was young and ignorant in the past, and when he was still in Penglai, he was called and drunk by the old man as a medicine boy all day long, but he never thought that he was picked up by the old man Penglai, in the eyes of outsiders, it seems that it is a great immortal fate, and it is said that those overseas immortal mountains that are extremely spiritual in the gods and legends of Zhong Tiandi, Xanadu has never been extinct in front of the eyes of the world, attracting countless people to chase after it, but in this vast world, how many people can see the true face of Penglai Wonderland?

Master Burning Suffering and Jingchen were very focused, as if the two chess players were not aware of the tremendous momentum caused by the enlightenment of the Mantra Dharma in the side hall earlier.

Lin Chen did not have the heart of cultivating immortals in Penglai in his childhood, and followed the old man all day long, in addition to learning a body of alchemy skills, he was influenced by the old man's eccentric and changeable temperament, he also learned the Confucian doorway, those qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, music and rhythm and many other practices in the eyes of people to see the miscellaneous learning, although not very proficient, but you have to think about Penglai medicine king Lin Haotian who is a person, even if he has learned those skills that are not in the eyes of the old man, it is also a rare realm in the world. The old man once told him that in ancient times, a hundred schools of thought contended, ten thousand ways were lined up, and it was the most brilliant era in the cultivation world, especially the three schools of interpretation, Taoism and Confucianism were the most prosperous, but after tens of millions of years of vicissitudes, today, ten thousand roads have fallen, and they are no longer in the prime of the year, and now only Taoism and Buddhism are deeply rooted to be passed down, but that is also the essence of the loss, as for the Confucian doorway, it has long been in decline in the world of cultivating immortals, and even reduced to the way of earthly scholars and students to seek fame and fortune, which makes people sigh and sigh. Although the way of heaven is clear, and everything can be entered into the way, but so far, except for the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, other doors have become side doors and left ways in the eyes of practitioners.

Master Burning Bitter looked calm and gentle, sitting on the yellowed futon, calmly holding the sunspot, opposite the chessboard, the dust was clean and holding the white child, but each child was thoughtful, it took a long time, although his demeanor looked calm, but there were traces of sweat on his forehead, and his face was also a little pale, and he seemed to be faintly unsupportable, and he didn't know how long the two of them had been playing this game of chess, in fact, Lin Chen's mind had already been attracted by the chess game.

At this time, looking at the white chess piece that fell on the chessboard in Jingchen's hand, Lin Chen frowned slightly, he didn't dare to say how clever his chess strength was, he could compare with the two, but he also saw that the white chess had fallen into an irreparable disadvantage, and Jingchen's landing was not an intentional mistake, or an unintentional chaos, it seemed to be tough, but in fact, it was completely forcing his white chess to a dead end, and he could not regain his vitality.

At this point in the chess game, Master Burning Bitterness raised his head slightly, looked at the sweaty clean dust, and said, "This game is over." ”

Jingchen gasped slightly, knelt in front of the master, bowed his head and said: "Master's chess skills are excellent, far better than his disciples, he has followed his master for many years, and his disciples still haven't seen growth, so I'm really ashamed." ”

Master Burning Bitterness sighed, and the eyes of the disciples in front of him became a little complicated, and he shook his head and said, "You are the last, why are you suffering." ”

Jingchen said in a low voice: "The heart is in turmoil, and I don't see the end of life, instead of being harsh, it is better to let go as soon as possible and try to be pure." ”

Master Burning Bitterness looked at him silently, speechless for a long time, as if he felt the master's gaze, for some reason, Jingchen didn't dare to raise his head to face him.

Outside, the spring rain is endless, and the breeze is gentle.

The body of the old monk shook suddenly, a blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, he shook his head and sighed softly, his eyes turned to Lin Chen, who was kneeling on the side, and smiled: "If you are the little donor, this game of chess, do you choose to put it down in the end, or continue to support it?"

Lin Chen was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and said with a calm smile: "Back to the master's words, the Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life, and the kid is struggling in the sea of mundane suffering in this life, and it seems that there is no turning back. ”

Hearing his words, Master Burning Bitter laughed, the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly like the windswept bamboo waves and forests outside, the old monk gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the wind and rain outside the door, and sighed: "This game of chess Lao Qu and Jingchen have been for six days and six nights, and it ends like this, it's really a pity." ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, looked directly into Lin Chen's eyes, and said with a gentle expression: "Does the donor also know chess?"

Lin Chen smiled slightly and said, "I understand a little." ”

Master Burning Bitterness seemed to be in high spirits, smiling and stroking his beard: "It's rare, I don't know if the donor would like the old man to play the last game of chess?"

Jingchen's body shook slightly, and he stopped talking, looking up at the master's pale face, the corners of his mouth were tightened, and there were tears in his eyes, and he couldn't say a word after all.

Lin Chen's lips moved slightly at the master's loving gaze, his eyes suddenly became sour, and he nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, Lin Chen hurriedly stepped forward to pick out black and white, Jingchen gave way to the position, signaled to Lin Chen, and said in a low voice: "Master Lin, please." ”

Lin Chen nodded lightly, didn't say anything, and sat in his original position, facing the Master of Burning Suffering.

At this time, I saw the master looking at him, smiling unchanged, and asked in a harmonious voice, "I don't know what the donor wants to choose?"

"Black. ”

Lin Chen replied calmly, his firm gaze showing no hesitation or hesitation.

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This weather everyone pay attention to take care of the body, the night before yesterday the quiet is accidentally cold, hot and cold tossed overnight, yesterday I saw that it was really not good to ask for leave to the hospital to hang two bottles of hanging liquid to see the improvement, today at work the head is still dizzy, rushed back to rest after the chapter.