Ning Que's face was slightly cold. When he woke up, he found that there was something wrong with his mental state. Because of Sangsang's illness, he had been worried and worried for many days. He had become a little anxious and even violent.
In the autumn rain at the Red Lotus Temple, when he bit off the flesh from Long Qing's neck, he had felt that violent and terrifying state of mind. He knew that if he was really controlled by this kind of emotion, he would fall into the abyss and never come back.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and let the cool autumn wind moisten his slightly dry lungs. The Great Spirit then nourished his whole body and suppressed the dangerous violent impulse in his state of mind. He decided not to cause any trouble before Master Qishan treated Sangsang.
As for the warning sign that the Buddhist chariot had triggered in his heart, Ning Que thought that he had just entered the Knowing Destiny State. Perhaps it was just an illusion caused by his anxiety, or perhaps he hoped that it was just an illusion.
He put down his arm, and the sharp arrowhead was no longer pointed at the Buddhist chariot. Then he slowly released the bowstring, accompanied by a slight sound of microstructure movement. It was no longer as frightening as if it was about to collapse a cliff.
Along with this action, countless sighs of relief and exhalation rose from the stone plateau next to the stream. Previously, countless cultivators had been struggling to control their breathing and were extremely nervous.
Ning Que looked at the slightly wet ground where the iron arrow was pointing and said, "As long as you don't stop me from going up the mountain to visit Master Qishan, I can actually show enough respect to the Xuankong Temple and the Buddhism Sect, even if it's fake."
Monk Guan Hai smiled bitterly. He thought that since the deadlock had finally been resolved, why did he have to say such words? He comforted him and said, "Although my master rarely sees guests, since he has come out of seclusion, there is no reason not to see Senior Brother Thirteen."
At this moment, the yellow-robed old monk beside the stone table and chessboard said sternly, "Reason is the rule. Guan Hai, although you are the successor of Senior Brother Qishan, you have no right to disobey the rules of the Wa Mountain."
Monk Guan Hai was speechless for a moment. He thought to himself, "Rules are made by people after all. Mr. Thirteen of the Academy and the Lady of Light in the horse carriage are of high status. Do they really have to win three rounds in a row?"
The yellow-garbed old monk looked at Ning Que and said in a cold voice, "The Academy is indeed powerful. Just an iron arrow and you have forced the Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect to retreat without a fight. However, as I said earlier, Ke Haoran was able to charge into the Wa Mountain with a steel sword at his waist. I admit that he has the power to break the rules of the Wa Mountain. If you want to break the rules, you have to show it to me. I want to see if the person from the Academy who has entered the human realm is still as cold-blooded and ruthless as his predecessors, killing without batting an eye!"
Ning Que was sure that the old monk living in seclusion in the Lanke Temple had an old grudge against Youngest Uncle. However, looking at the old monk's cultivation state, Youngest Uncle had not paid attention to this person when he had charged into the Wa Mountain. He could not help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He thought that it was not a good thing for the elders in the Sect to be too domineering back then. In the end, the old business would fall on the younger generation.
He gently plucked the bowstring, which made a clear sound. He silently thought that he would eventually have to follow in Youngest Uncle's footsteps.
Just as Ning Que was in a dilemma, Sangsang's hesitant and unconfident voice came from the black horse carriage. "Young master, why don't you let me try?"
Ning Que knew that she was worried about him and did not want him to have another conflict with the Buddhism Sect. He smiled and said, "You don't know how to play chess. Besides, it is too tiring and not good for your health."
Sangsang's voice came through the window and sounded again. "Young master, I know how to play chess, and I think it is very interesting. I don't think it will tire my brain."
Hearing Sangsang's words, Ning Que suddenly remembered the scene of gambling in the wine shops in the City of Wei. He also remembered the earnest instructions of his two Senior Brothers before he left the Academy. He could not help but feel moved.
After that, he laughed in self-ridicule as he thought to himself that he was really thinking too much.
The Lanke Temple was famous for its chess skills. The legendary three games of chess were naturally extremely difficult. The previous player from the South Jin Kingdom had thought hard for a long time and could not make a move. Even if Sangsang had some skills in chess, how could she break the game?
He shook his head and said, "The autumn wind is bone-chilling. Don't come out."
If it was in the past, Sangsang would not argue with him in front of outsiders. However, for some reason, she seemed a little stubborn today. She said, "I will watch from the carriage. Miss Shanshan, please help me set the chess pieces."
Ning Que did not know what had happened in the carriage. Hearing Sangsang's address from Hill Master to Calligraphy Addict, and then to Shanshan, he could not help but guess. Since Sangsang had said this, she must have gotten Mo Shanshan's approval. So he really did not know how to reject her this time. He said, "Then let's try."
Then he added, "If you feel tired, don't play. We will try again."
Hearing this, monk Guan Hai smiled bitterly. The Lanke Temple's abbot looked dissatisfied, but he did not dare to say anything. The yellow-robed old monk by the stone table sat back on the stone bench with an indifferent expression.
The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and the steel wheels rolled on the stone ground. The black horse carriage left the stone bridge over the Jumping Tiger Stream silently and stopped near the stone table under the big green tree.
There were dozens of vertical and horizontal lines carved on the stone table, forming a natural chessboard. The lines were deeply embedded into the stone, but they were exceptionally smooth. They must have been caused by the frequent brushing of the chess players.
The dense branches and leaves of the big green tree covered the autumn sun above the Wa Mountain. There were hundreds of chess pieces on the chessboard. They did not move in the wind and shadows of the trees. They seemed scattered, but there was a hidden meaning in them.
The white-haired South Jin Kingdom player had been frowning and thinking for a long time by the stone table. He held a white chess piece in his hand, but he did not put it down. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, he had not made the first move.
If one was deep in the art of chess, he would naturally wander among the lines and forget everything in the world. The South Jin Kingdom chess master was thinking hard about how to solve the game and did not know what had happened by the stream. He did not even notice the arrival of Ning Que and the high monk from the Xuankong Temple.
Since the black horse carriage had arrived, there was no seat for the South Jin Kingdom chess master beside the chessboard. An official from the South Jin Kingdom came forward and asked him to leave the stone bench. The South Jin Kingdom chess master felt that he had seen a glimmer of hope. He was suddenly disturbed and became furious. He pointed at the official and cursed in grief and indignation.
The autumn wind lifted the curtain and Mo Shanshan, who was wearing a white dress, got out of the horse carriage. She came to the stone table and bowed to the yellow-garbed old monk. Then she sat on the stone bench and said, "Can I play chess for Miss Sangsang?"
The yellow-garbed old monk did not say anything and accepted the invitation.
A corner of the curtain of the horse carriage was lifted, revealing Sangsang's little face. She looked at the seemingly scattered chess pieces on the stone table and her eyes gradually brightened.
The black horse carriage stopped beside the big green tree. Sangsang's window faced the mountain stream, so the cultivators on the stone platform could not see her. Only the yellow-garbed old monk could.
The yellow-garbed old monk was shocked to see Sangsang's slightly tanned but pale and haggard face. He did not expect the legendary Lady of Light to be such an ordinary little girl.
Sangsang did not like the yellow-garbed old monk because of his unkind words to Ning Que earlier. She did not look at the old monk's face for even a moment and just quietly looked at the stone chessboard.
For some reason, Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter. Then she cautiously asked in a low voice, "What's the prize for this game?"
When Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, Ning Que knew that there must be a problem. Because in the past years, her eyes would only become this bright when she looked at silver. But he still did not expect Sangsang to ask such a question. The expression on his face suddenly became extremely interesting.
The Calligraphy Addict did not expect Sangsang to ask if there was a prize for this game either. She could not help but be stunned and speechless.
Of course, the yellow-garbed old monk was the most shocked. Decades ago, he had been in charge of the three games of chess on Wa Mountain and had seen many amazing players. But this was the first time he had heard someone ask what the prize was.
This was a game of chess that had condensed the wisdom of the high monks of Lanke Temple. This was a solemn test to meet Elder Qishan. But in the eyes of this little girl, it was no different from gambling in those shabby gambling stalls!
The yellow-garbed old monk was slightly shocked and suddenly felt endless anger. He thought that even if this little girl was the Lady of Light from the West-Hill Divine Palace, how could she humiliate the Lanke Temple like this? His face was as cold as ice and he did not answer Sangsang's question.
Sangsang looked at the expressions on Ning Que and Mo Shanshan's faces. She looked at the yellow-garbed old monk who looked as if he had lost his parents. She knew that her question was indeed inappropriate and could not help but feel a little ashamed.
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The cultivators all returned to the big green tree and excitedly prepared to watch the game of chess. They naturally did not dare to get too close to the stone chessboard, but they were all in a high state and could clearly see what was happening on the chessboard.
Even though they could not see the true face of the Lady of Light from where they stood, they were still very excited to be able to witness the Lady of Light's first move in the human world, even if it was just a chess piece.
Naturally, not everyone present was interested in this game of chess. At least the high monk of Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot would not watch his little handmaiden play chess after being humiliated by Ning Que.
The Buddhist chariot moved slightly. Quni Madi led the sadhus of Yuelun Kingdom. Under the guidance of the abbot of Lanke Temple, they passed by the stone table and walked towards the stone bridge over Jumping Tiger Stream.
Ning Que turned and happened to meet the eyes of the Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia.
Lu Chenjia's eyes were very calm, so calm that it was a little abnormal. It was like the snow on the meadow in the Wilderness, cold even though it was about to die.
Even Ning Que, who was used to seeing life and death, felt a strong chill from her eyes.
He did not look at her anymore. He looked at the Buddhist chariot and said, "Stop."
The Buddhist chariot stopped.
Ning Que asked, "Why can't I cross, but the master on the chariot can?"
He was naturally asking the old monk in yellow beside the chessboard.
The old monk in yellow frowned and said, "These guests are fellow Buddhists, why can't they cross?"
"If the disciples of the Buddhism Sect can cross, why can't I? Princess Chenjia believed in Buddhism when she was young, but she later entered the Revelation Institute to cultivate and worship Haotian. Does she count as a fellow Buddhist? "
Ning Que turned to look at the old monk in yellow and said, "You said that the rules are alive. Is this what you meant? I have never heard of such a shameless rule in my life. The Academy does not accept this rule either. "
Then he continued, "If the rules must be followed, then everyone should follow them. I don't care about the monks in Lanke Temple, but as long as they are from other temples, be it White Tower Temple or Xuankong Temple, they cannot cross before we cross the bridge."
There was dead silence again.
Quni Madi looked at Ning Que with hatred. Ning Que acted as if he did not see it and only looked at the Buddhist chariot.
Although he no longer tried to kill the high monk from Xuankong Temple, he was still vigilant. Instead of letting the monk go up the mountain first, it was better to let the monk stay in his sight so that he could deal with it.
The monk in the curtain waved his hand and the Buddhist chariot descended.
Ning Que frowned slightly.
At this moment, the South Jin chess master's shocked shout rang out beside the stone chessboard.
This cry contained extremely complicated emotions, shock, anger, and finally, regret.
It was just like when the Headmaster of Academy saw a country cook in the mountains north of Yan Kingdom who dared to serve a bear paw to the guests in only six hours. It was also like when Ning Que saw his companion chop off a Horse Gang's head with three blades by the Shubi Lake. Moreover, the head was badly mutilated and could not be exchanged for military merits.
"How can it be here! Little girl, do you even know how to play chess? "
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(Sorry, it was difficult to write. I was too engrossed in it and forgot the time. It's a little late. Please forgive me for the wordy title of the chapter. There will definitely be a third chapter, but I dare not say when. See you later.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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