Artistic conception is an ineffable method, and the subtlety even surpasses the scope of all the Dao methods in the world, and only the great cultivators who have survived the many catastrophes in the legend have been so powerful enough to fabricate the idea of an absolute world.

In fact, the people in the world who can cultivate the artistic conception may only be a few people, and the old monk in front of Lin Chen is undoubtedly one of the few people who stand at the top of the world's practice, because Fanyin Temple is the first Buddha in the world, and the old monk in front of him is the presiding abbot of Fanyin Temple, and for the world, this old man is the Buddha in the world.

Lin Chen is lucky, because it is not the first time he has seen or even experienced the power of artistic conception, that day he was trapped in Ye Bodhi's artistic conception of the great silence of countless real but illusory human sun and moon, and finally broke out of the realm with an amazing will, and his master Yan Jingchen is also one of the few peerless powerhouses in the world who has cultivated the artistic conception, Yan Jingchen's artistic conception is a sword mound, in the artistic conception world where there is only a sword, he took over the last sword left by Yan Jingchen.

It can be said that except for those few strong people in the world, Lin Chen knows better than any cultivator the terrifying artistic conception.

With the chessboard as the heaven and the earth, and the light as the white son, Lin Chen doesn't know where to fall next, because the white chess pieces are scattered all over the board, like the light shining on the earth, everywhere, looking at the smooth and translucent white chess, Lin Chen only felt that his heart was agitated, as if the next moment was going to be melted by the blazing light Buddha's breath, the situation of black chess on his side, it seems to be stable, but in fact it is always on the verge of collapse, if you want to break the game, if you are looking for an absolute place that can resist the invasion of light under the hot sun, the difficulty can be imagined, that has nothing to do with intelligence, and it has nothing to do with chess talent, but the rules of this artistic conception world itself crush everything, which seems to make senseIn fact, there is no reason at all, and if you want to jump out of it, you can't do it unless the person playing chess is strong enough to resist or ignore the rules.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that ability at this time.

Lin Chen quietly looked at the situation on the chessboard, and suddenly remembered the legend of watching chess called Rotten Ke, and understood that he probably encountered the same thing as the woodcutter, but the woodcutter was unconsciously intoxicated in the chess game and wasted a hundred years of life, and he had to come here, and he had to find a way to get out.

Looking at Lin Chen, who had not fallen for a long time, Jingchen on the side sighed secretly in his heart, he was not a person in the game, and he could not understand the situation that Lin Chen was facing at the moment, but he was a bystander, and he knew the general trend of the chess game at a glance, even anyone who knew chess could see that at this time, the blacks on the chessboard had become an endgame, just like his last game, it had reached the point where it was difficult to save, even if it continued, it would only end in a fiasco, he did not choose to continue to support, the master seemed to be quite disappointed by this, so he cared about Lin Chen's choice at this time。

And just like Lin Chen said before, he obviously didn't mean to give up at this point, he was still thinking hard about countermeasures, and saw the master sitting calmly and silently looking at the person on the other side of the chessboard, his eyes did not hide his appreciation at all, for some reason, Jingchen's mood was suddenly a little complicated and difficult to understand.

Time gradually passed, the spring rain quietly stopped, the sunset gradually moved westward, dusk came silently, and the ancient hall of Sanskrit was shrouded in a silent and mysterious atmosphere.

The endgame on the board is still unmoving.

Lin Chen's eyes were bloodshot and extremely dry, and the surface of the sunspot pinched by the two fingers of his right hand was pinched out by him at some point, and the dust leaked out from between his fingers, floating in the dim light of the hall, but he didn't know it.

Finally, the old monk showed a trace of unbearability on his face, sighed softly, his voice was low and peaceful, and said: "The donor is very ambitious, and it is really rare, but this situation is over, so let's stop it." ”

The dust is silent.

Lin Chen's body shook slightly, as if he had just woken up, but he didn't speak, let alone look up to pay attention to Master Burning Suffering, and still stared at the chessboard tightly, as if he wanted to see some impossible variable from it.

Jingchen looked at Lin Chen silently, a little stunned in his heart, according to the current situation of black chess, there is no possibility of winning at all, the master decided to suspend the chess game, which is also a pity for talents, but Lin Chen doesn't seem to have the intention of accepting it, could it be said that he would really rather completely consume his mind here than admit defeat?

Master Burning Suffering frowned slightly, looking at the extremely pale face opposite, he admired the wisdom and courage of this young man, but it did not mean that he would agree with the kind of rebellious nature that would rather die than be flexible, at this time, the stubborn side of this young man could not help but remind him of his senior brother who was crazy in his heart.

Master Burning Bitterness sighed, the chess game is here, in fact, he has no regrets, and the previous worry in his heart has long been relieved, if this world is used as a chessboard, and all living beings are chess, what is the difference between life and the chess game?

Just when the old monk was about to persuade again, at this moment, he saw that the young man on the opposite side suddenly moved.

I saw that the sunspot he was holding in his hand finally fell after staying for a long time, carrying some indescribable compelling momentum, slamming heavily on the chessboard at a seemingly slow speed, making a crisp and heavy falling sound.

"Smack!"

The sound of the chess pieces colliding with the chessboard seemed so abrupt in the quiet ancient hall, but invisibly there seemed to be an indescribable beauty hidden in it, alarming the people inside and outside the chessboard.

Jingchen was stunned for a moment, his eyes involuntarily fell on the chessboard, and after a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he didn't know what he found, so he subconsciously approached the chessboard, staring at the sunspot whose fingerprints were pinched out of the chess board at a very close distance, as if he saw something undoubtful.

Master Burning Bitter also discovered the strangeness of the position where the black chess piece fell, his expression was slightly different, his white eyebrows frowned, he nodded slightly, and after a while, he slowly shook his head, and suddenly looked at Lin Chen, who was gasping for breath on the other side, his eyebrows slowly stretched, and he stroked his beard and praised: "It's a little interesting." ”

Lin Chen's pale face showed a proud smile, and he wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his lips with his hand, and said, "The next one will be more interesting." ”

Master Burning Bitterness didn't say anything, although he felt that this piece was a little interesting, but the first time he saw it, he confirmed that the sunspot still had no way to survive from a desperate situation, so he didn't know where this young man's confidence came from at this time, but seeing that he could still maintain such an optimistic attitude in the face of a desperate situation, the old monk nodded with great satisfaction, for the next step, he thought about it, picked up a white chess piece, and gently landed on the chessboard, and the position of the fall fell next to the black chess piece, the smooth surface of the white piece flashed with a glimmer of reflection, which was very moving, in comparison, the sunspot that was pinched out of a fingerprint looked a little humble。

The crisp sound of falling children continued to sound on the ancient hall.

Four or five more pieces soon fell on the board.

However, the development of the chess game is somewhat different from what Master Burning Bitter imagined.

As if the sunspot was the key to breaking certain boundaries, the chess game returned to the original rhythm, but gradually, the rhythm of the two Yingzi in the game was reversed, this time the young man fell quickly, without any pause in between, as if he didn't need to think at all, and the speed of the burning bitter master Yingzi was getting slower and slower, the white eyebrows floated more and more times, and the thoughtful and surprised expressions on the old face kept changing, as if he saw that some impossible possibility was emerging.

The expression on Jingchen's face became more and more shocked, he looked at the chessboard in a daze, forgetting everything around him, as if he saw the black chess pieces, and he came to life incredibly at this moment.

Master Burning Bitterness's heart was slightly cold, and he suddenly found that before he knew it, the trend of the black chess pieces had quietly changed from time to time, and the seemingly scattered black chess pieces on the chessboard had faintly turned into a big dragon, jumping out of his white circle as if he was going to another world, which he had never expected, so he was silent for a while before he figured out this sudden variable.

That step is really interesting.

He thinks that move is interesting, because that move disrupts the sunspot's own chess momentum, which is equivalent to resolutely abandoning the retreat road paved in advance, and the only thing left is the lone soldier to survive in the death This road is feasible, which is hidden in the Taoist Door to forget life and know the principle of death, but in this game of chess, his white chess is very superior, and it is already strong enough to be directly crushed, even if the black chess has any variables, it is impossible to turn over any tricks.

Master Burning Bitter was confident that he was already familiar with all the changes in the chess game, but at this time, the old monk suddenly found that after all, there were some places that he inadvertently ignored, he silently looked at the two black spots that fell first on the chessboard, and his face was uncertain, after a long time, a new white piece was taken out of the chess urn by him, and then calmly landed on the chessboard, while waiting for the other party to fall, the old monk gently raised his eyes, looked at the arrogant young man opposite, and smiled: " In my life, you are the third person who can go down to this point with me. ”

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, picked up a sunspot, and was not in a hurry to drop it, but kept playing with it in his slightly trembling right hand, trying to calm his irrepressible mind, and said in a slightly astringent voice: "I don't know who the first two seniors in the master's mouth are?"

Master Burning Suffering's eyes were a little complicated, and he smiled faintly: "Those two are actually not strangers to you, one is Senior Brother Linghui, and the other is the real person of Xuanxiaozi, the head of Shushan. ”