Hearing the words of Master Burning Suffering, Lin Chen was stunned and fell silent, but there was a wave in the heart of Jingchen on the side, Uncle Linghui He had never really come into contact with him, and he had never heard about him in the mouth of the master, so he was extremely unfamiliar with the impression of that uncle, but the real person in charge of Shushan, Xuan Xiaozi, believed that there was no cultivator in the world who would not know the name of this old man on Shushan.

The so-called real person, lifting heaven and earth, grasping yin and yang, breathing essence, independent guarding God, heaven and man are one, so they can live the world, cultivate the truth and attain the Tao, and this is the Tao. They are all characters who stand at the pinnacle of the world, for the master of burning suffering, maybe that old man is just an old friend, but for the righteous path of the world, how many people in the world can really be called "real people"?

Master Burning Suffering's words are undoubtedly rare and highly evaluated, Jingchen silently looked at Lin Chen's slightly pale face, his mood fluctuated, thinking of the five rounds of fate of Master's Fatong, could it be a metaphor that this man would reach the height of such a real person in the future?

"The outcome of this game of chess, in fact, I know, no matter how hard the kid struggles, he is never the opponent of the master, and in the end, the loser will still be me. In silence, Lin Chen rubbed the chess pieces in his palm and suddenly said.

Master Burning Bitterness looked at him silently and did not speak.

Lin Chen looked at the chessboard, his eyes reflected the full plate of black and white, that light or dark at this time in his eyes actually gave birth to a sense of mutual restraint, it seemed perfect and balanced, he kept looking at the chessboard, always felt that he vaguely understood something, always felt that he had seen such an absolute scene where, until Master Burning Bitter mentioned Xuan Xiaozi Zhenren, Lin Chen was shocked, in the past years in the Qingyun Palace, the old man once showed him a Taiji diagram, the Taiji diagram contained in the meaning of heaven and earth Yin and Yang life and death, and the Zen hidden in the chessboard in front of him is so similar。

He was not a Linghui Zen Master, and he couldn't be compared to the realm of that old man's participation in martial arts, so Lin Chen knew that at the end of this game of chess, he must be the one who lost.

In the Bright Zen Realm of the Master of Burning Suffering, the rules are everything that constitutes the world of artistic conception, and it is impossible to defeat the rules in the rules, no matter how you look at it.

Legend has it that a game of rotten Ke is a hundred years of time, a metaphor for the Buddha said that the moment is eternal, this game of chess has been played until now, in the eyes of onlookers, although it is less than a day from early morning to night, but there are only two people in the game, no one knows anymore, Lin Chen's mind has spent a long, long time in the bright artistic conception of the master of burning suffering, so long that he himself finally forgot how long.

He has been thinking about how to break the game, but he can't think about it until Master Burning Bitter persuades him to give up, he suddenly came to his senses, if the world is a big chessboard, everyone is a chess piece on the chessboard, then no one can escape, even the old monk himself is no exception, unless he no longer has any attachment to this world, otherwise no matter how hard he resists, he will still be bound by the rules of this world.

So at the moment of his epiphany, he resolutely took everything, let the light devour and burn his mind, and put himself in complete death.

At the moment when he was burned by the light, the rules of this artistic conception world could no longer find him.

He managed to jump out of that bright world and return to the real chess game.

Master Burning Bitter looked at him, and after being silent for a long time, his flat expression gradually became warmer, and he asked with a smile, "In that case, you can't play this game of chess?"

Lin Chen turned over and over to figure out the sunspot that had not fallen for a long time, and said with a smile: "Why don't you put it to death and live later?"

As he spoke, he picked up the sunspot and landed it gently in an inconspicuous position on the board.

Master Burning Bitter looked at the suddenly changed chess game in front of him, his eyes flashed brighter and brighter, he reached into the chess urn, and touched it for a long time before he found a white piece, but looking at the chessboard full of black and white, it didn't fall for a while, because the black chess piece in Lin Chen's seemingly inconspicuous step, it had become a climate unconsciously, as if the finishing touch, echoing the initial two moves, the whole black son turned into a big dragon, opened his eyes from his sleep, opened his teeth and claws to tear open the light and wanted to ride the wind, and then in the fierce battle between black and white, everything gradually returned to silence。

Jingchen's eyes on the side were sore and dry because of a long time of dry staring, extremely dry, but seeing the sudden change of the chess game at this time, he was still intoxicated and unwilling to wake up, he felt as if he had seen the whole process of some kind of indescribable miracle, in the fierce and silent battle between black and white, he seemed to see the alternation of night and day, saw the sun and moon constantly rotating in this heavenly dome, and then in a quiet Zen realm, he heard the morning bell and the twilight drum.

In the morning bell and dusk drums, a sense of peace and tranquility gradually emerged, where there is still any heart of victory and defeat. The spring breeze is slight, the birds that don't know where to hide in the bamboo waves of the mountains and forests outside are singing softly, and the unspeakable summer insects are waking up in the fragrant soil mixed with rain and plants, silently looking at the new leaves of this spring.

In the process of moving his gaze between the black and white chess pieces, he would occasionally wake up, and his heart was inexplicably in awe, he only saw the true meaning of Lin Chen's first two moves at this time, when the black chess fell the first piece, this person seemed to have thought of the scenery after a hundred steps, and the terrifying mental arithmetic was the purest wisdom.

Jingchen didn't know when his eyes were wet, and I don't know how long it took, he slowly stood up, then turned to the man next to him and saluted, and said sincerely: "The benefactor is wise, and the little monk admires it." ”

Lin Chen was slightly stunned, and said with some shame: "Senior Brother Jingchen smiled, the master's chess strength is far better than mine, and he has the advantage in the game, so he can play with the master until now." ”

At this time, he saw that Master Burning Bitter suddenly put down the white piece pinched between his fingers, and a smile appeared on his tired face, and said: "Lao Qu has been conceited all his life in the way of the game, where would he have thought that this person can be able to wind the path under the light by calculation alone, pointing straight to the avenue, and the donor's calculation is like heaven, this game of chess is the most interesting chess game that Lao Qu has ever played in his life, and there are no regrets in this life, so let it end here."

When the words fell, Master Burning Bitter waved his shirt sleeves and brushed them off the chessboard, his movements light as if he were brushing off a fallen leaf.

Lin Chen and Jingchen subconsciously looked down, and couldn't help but be surprised, it turned out that the seemingly inadvertent disturbance of the Master of Burning Suffering actually pressed and embedded those black and white chess pieces and chessboard into the blue brick rock of the Fanyin Ancient Palace, and from today on, this game of chess that the old monk thought was interesting will forever remain in this ancient hall that has gone through thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow.

I just don't know how to win or lose this chess game?

No one knows, because on the chessboard it looks like black and white has become an extremely delicate balance of power, and no one can break this delicate game unless there is someone who is more skilled than the person who plays it.

Jingchen looked at the ground in a daze, thinking that such a wonderful game, who would not be interested in wanting to destroy the harmony of the rare and rare Othello Zen in this world, and even felt that even if he counted the pieces, it was a blasphemy, and if there were no people, this chess would naturally have no victory or defeat.

This Changmen disciple of Fanyin Temple thought like this, but he didn't know that Lin Chen, who was next to him, was at a loss when he saw Master Burning Suffering's move.

After being silent for a while, Lin Chen looked up at the old monk, his eyes flickering, complex and distinct.

"Master, is this good......"

Master Burning Bitterness looked at him with a pleasant smile and said, "The endgame is not more attractive than the endgame, can you play such a game of chess, and then make it the last game of chess in your life, is there a more perfect ending than this?"

Lin Chen was stunned and fell silent.

Jingchen seemed to feel something, his body suddenly shook, and the whole person almost froze.

Master Burning Bitter looked at Lin Chen's gaze more and more meaningful, as if he had figured out something, and said with a faint smile: "The donor came here today to say goodbye." ”

Lin Chen nodded, silent.

"The donor wants to go, but the old man doesn't dare to stop him. It's just that before the donor left, the old man had a sentence that he wanted to talk to the donor. ”

Lin Chen sat upright and said, "Master, please speak." ”

Master Burning Suffering sat cross-legged on the old yellowed futon and said with a smile: "Patriarch Lotus Heart said that black and white in the world is right and wrong, only one thought in my heart, and in my opinion, this is just the same Buddha's heart principle as playing against the color. The world changes, the reincarnation of all beings, the world and the chess game, there is really no difference. ”

Lin Chen pondered for a moment and asked, "Could this be the meaning of this scene between the master and the kid?"

Master Burning Suffering's eyes flashed, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Donor Huigen, how can you not understand the meaning of the old man. ”

Lin Chen was silent, stood up for a long time, looked up to the sky to breathe, and said with a smile: "In the next world, men are destined to fight for ups and downs in the bitter sea of the human world, but whether it is a black child or a white child, the boy does not want to do it." ”

The Master of Burning Suffering looked at him quietly, his eyes gentle and unwavering.

"I'm going to be the one who plays chess. ”

Lin Chen's voice was deep and sonorous.

The Master of Burning Bitterness was slightly stunned, and after a while, he burst into laughter, as if happy or sad, and the laughter gradually subsided, and finally looked at him deeply, slowly closed his eyes, and was silent again.

Lin Chen silently looked at the old monk who was sitting quietly and calmly, and slowly bowed down.

Jingchen on the side, only to feel that at this moment his heart was like being wet by the spring rain last night, and he kept sinking, he stretched out his trembling fingers and put them in front of the master's nose, and the tears finally couldn't stop overflowing his eyes, and he cried loudly.

The contemporary great virtue of Buddhism, the abbot of the world's first Buddhist Fanyin Temple, passed away in the spring of the first year of his life.

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Volume VIII Finale