Listening to Lin Chen's answer without a moment's hesitation, Master Burning Suffering's body shook slightly, and in the midst of coughing, he looked at the young man sitting on the opposite side through the chessboard, and for some reason a trace of extremely complicated emotions suddenly flashed on his old face, and then he sighed slightly.

This sigh was very light, light like the breath of an ordinary person, but whether it was Lin Chen on the other side or Jingchen who was waiting beside the old monk, it was very clearly heard.

Lin Chen raised his eyes and looked at the master's kind and gentle face, and when he heard the indescribable surprise in the other party's sigh, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, as if he had inadvertently made some big mistake, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Master, can't you choose black chess?" ”

Master Burning Bitter shook his head and said with a smile: "The way of the game lies in separating the black and white true chapters on the chessboard, how can there be no reason not to allow the other party to choose the color, it's just ......"

Speaking of this, the old monk was silent for a moment, looked into his eyes, and seemed to be considering some profound words, but in the end, he lowered his eyebrows, stopped looking at him, and asked slowly: "I don't know why the donor chose the black chess piece without thinking about it?"

Lin Chen was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't think that this old man would be so interested in such a boring digression, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, could it be that the color choice of this chess piece also means that the unfathomable Zen machine is not successful?

After thinking for a moment without success, Lin Chen felt that his comprehension was not enough to see through the thoughts of this living Buddha in the world, and finally smiled calmly, and said honestly: "How can there be so many ideas, I just think that black is more pleasing to the eye, and the kid also has self-knowledge, knowing that his chess strength is limited, and he is not the opponent of the master, so he wants to take advantage of the black man." The boy's thoughts made the master laugh. ”

In the end, Lin Chen's face was slightly red, and he smiled, and a small dimple that had not appeared for many years was rarely revealed on his resolute and clear face, which was quite embarrassing.

I didn't think that I was a little surprised to hear this answer, and I looked at him again with a somewhat strange look, and as if relieved, and finally laughed, as if freed from some kind of great terror, and my heart was calm and joyful, so I laughed contentedly.

Lin Chen and Jingchen looked at each other, I don't know why the old man smiled, but out of respect for the old man, the two could only suppress the doubts in their hearts, and didn't dare to say more, but under the gentle gaze of the old monk, Lin Chen didn't know why, the corners of his mouth moved, and he subconsciously smiled.

The laughter gradually subsided, and the ancient hall was quiet.

The more than 100 chess pieces on the chessboard were quickly picked out under the brisk hands and feet of the two, Lin Chen first respectfully let the chess urn containing white chess to the master, and then took the chess urn containing black chess to his side, his expression became serious, and he said: "The kid is arrogant, please also ask the master to teach." ”

Master Burning Bitterness looked at him quietly, did not speak, only smiled and nodded.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, his whole mind was already on the chessboard, he easily picked up a sunspot from the chess urn, and fell, with a crisp sound of falling pieces colliding with the chessboard, the sunspot fell to an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the chessboard.

Jingchen on the side frowned slightly, a little puzzled, he has been around the Master of Burning Bitterness since he was a child, and he knows better than anyone how unfathomable his master's game attainments are, just like the old man's own vast wisdom like the sea, influenced by Master Burning Suffering, his chess strength does not want to be smart, it is precisely because of this that Jingchen does not think that Lin Chen can beat his master, and there is not even a possibility at all, but when he saw Lin Chen's move, he actually found that with his chess strength, he couldn't understand the meaning of Lin Chen's move.

Because that move, in the eyes of any insider, is a bad move that has no meaning at all, even people who know a little about chess will not start to play like this, and fall to the corner, and abandon the good position of the central chess road, not to mention the black son first, extremely dominant, who doesn't want to take the first advantage at the first time?

Therefore, this Changmen disciple of Fanyin Temple, looking at Lin Chen at this time, couldn't help but be a little strange, and secretly said that Master Lin said that he knew a little bit of chess, could it be that it was not a humble word, but really a little bit of understanding?

The old monk also seemed to be slightly stunned by Lin Chen's strange fall, but he saw that Lin Chen's expression was calm and calm, and he didn't care, and with a slight groan, he picked up a white child and fell quietly.

The place where the piece falls is exactly a key point in the chessboard.

And just when his old finger just left the smooth surface of the white seed, he heard a slight sound on the opposite side and sounded again, there seemed to be no pause in the middle, and another sunspot calmly landed on the chessboard, this time although the opponent's fall did not fall to the edge of the corner, but it was separated from the previous sunspot, so that people could not see what corresponded to it, as if it were two irrelevant strangers, separated from each other, scattered all over the world.

Seeing that Lin Chen was another strange fall, Jingchen was dumbfounded in his heart, and his gaze at Lin Chen became even more weird, but out of respect for the rules of the game, he was not good at showing more strange looks.

His Royal Highness Fanyin, light smoke rope, quiet, can only hear the crisp sound of the chess pieces gently falling on the chessboard, different from a game of chess, it seems that the rhythm of this game of chess is quite fast, the crisp sound of falling pieces from time to time, staggered, pleasant soft sound, just like the wind and rain outside to stir the green trees, and like the spring water flowing in the depths of the mountain stream.

The number of black and white chess pieces on the chessboard gradually increased, and the black and white colors fought silently in the dim light, just like the blending and separation of night and day in the early morning and the moment before dusk.

The expression on Jingchen's face had already changed several times, from the weirdness at the beginning to surprise, then surprise to shock, and finally slowly regained his calm, staring at the changes in the chess game with all his attention, no longer distracted, looking like he was stupid.

Time passed, the sun was approaching, the spring rain outside was about to stop, and the silent chess game in the ancient hall seemed to be faintly coming to an end.

Across the chessboard, an old man and a young man, the speed of the game against Yingzi seemed to be getting slower and slower, the old monk frowned slightly, and his silver-white long eyebrows floated in the breeze, making it impossible to see the meaning in his eyes, on the other hand, the young man's expression also became unprecedentedly dignified, and the right hand holding the chess piece trembled slightly, showing how high his concentration was at this time, and layers of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, staining his long hair with slightly gray temples.

The growth of the black and white sons on the chessboard has slowed down significantly, and although the fight between them is still fierce, it has always maintained a delicate balance.

In this case, the chess momentum is still not distinguished, which undoubtedly makes Jingchen who is watching the chess on the sidelines shocked and speechless, which only shows one thing, that is, this benefactor with a black man, the level of chess is definitely very high, he thought that Lin Chen didn't know much about chess, and he still hasn't seen the deep meaning of Lin Chen's first two moves, but at this moment, it seems that his chess strength is not enough to gain insight into his arrangement.

In the eyes of Jingchen, the black chess at this time is simply a sword to the edge, chaotic, and the master to play the fair and righteous style of chess is completely different, purely relying on the deduction of the ultimate mental arithmetic, as long as one step is wrong, it is the abyss of the abyss of the tragedy of losing all the games.

However, what is shocking is that from beginning to end, Kuroko has not missed a single step, and has been devouring Baizi with such a cold, absolutely tough posture and momentum, fighting for the territory in the middle of the chessboard without giving an inch, even if it is destroyed, it is not a pity at all, and soon regrouping morale and making a comeback, as if everything was already in control. There is no omission of the calculation, it is simply terrifying to the extreme and ruthless to the extreme, hidden behind the ethereal chess path, and the occasional appearance of the edge is thrilling and unimaginable. Silently looking at Lin Chen's increasingly pale face, infected by that terrible concentration, Jingchen's body stiffened slightly, and even had an illusion, as if what this benefactor was thinking about at the moment was not chess intent, but the will of heaven that had never been indifferent and ruthless.

Compared with the pure dust, the master of burning bitterness has a deeper level of experience, the old monk frowned slightly, this young man's chess style is as unruly as his own, and the sunspots that shine with a beautiful luster give him the feeling that it is like a piece of rock that is not broken and hard to crack, extremely heavy, unbearable, but at this time the victory and defeat are gradually clear, black chess due to too many losses, the defeat has been revealed, that is, no matter how strong the young man's mental arithmetic is, it is also weak to return to the sky.

Master Burning Bitter coughed lightly, and suddenly felt some emotion in his heart, not only shocked by the strength of this young man's mental arithmetic, but also felt a little incredible that he had such chess strength at his age. Symbols such as life experience, no matter how subtle the chess game is, it is dead after all, and it needs to be artificially arranged, and people are alive, alive, it represents infinite variables and unknown possibilities, and no one knows what the result will be until the last moment.

Master Burning Bitterness has practiced Buddhism all his life, pure and inactive, so he has an epiphany of Buddhism when he looks at the moon, and he has seen countless games with people, and he has only met two people in his life who can meet his opponent in chess, but I don't know, will there be one more person today?

The old monk silently looked at the young man sitting opposite, and for some reason, he suddenly had some expectation in his heart.

Lin Chen didn't notice the sad gaze of the old man opposite, his right hand trembled slightly in the wind, and he held a black chess piece between his index and middle fingers, looking at the chessboard in front of him, contemplating and pondering, but he couldn't fall on it, because he didn't know where to fall.

Because in his eyes, what he sees at this time is not as simple as just a game of chess, and only himself, as a person in the game, knows that what he is facing at the moment is not a chess game, but a world.

A bright world.

A wonderful realm composed of the supreme Buddha's breath by the master of burning suffering.

A bright Zen realm with its own absolute rules, which makes it impossible to get rid of the shackles of it.

He was facing the old man's artistic conception, like a lonely black chess piece, facing a plate full of white pieces, and he would be swallowed up by the light at any time.