They walked out of the temple and got on the black horse carriage. After a while, they saw an old pavilion in the forest.
This pavilion was not desolate and lonely in the autumn wind because it was too tall. It was as tall as an ordinary three-story building, with huge beams and flying eaves. It stood still amidst the red and yellow leaves, looking quite imposing.
The second game of the three games of chess on Wa Mountain would be played in this pavilion.
Monk Guan Hai led the crowd to the pavilion and stopped. Because the Chaotic Game at Jumping Tiger Stream had been canceled, there were still many cultivators present, but no one dared to speak loudly.
The Buddhist sedan stopped about a hundred feet away from the pavilion. The president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple was still silent, but many people were secretly looking at him.
Ning Que had said that if he and Sangsang could not play, then no one else could. The high monk of the Xuankong Temple seemed to follow his words.
Maybe because of this, Quni Madi, who was under the Buddhist sedan, looked at the black horse carriage with more hatred, while the Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, looked indifferent.
There was an old monk in the pavilion. He must be the host of the second game.
This old monk was wearing a monk robe made of plain cloth. His face was full of deep wrinkles that hung down like autumn branches with fruits hanging on them. He seemed to be much older than the yellow-clothed old monk by the Jumping Tiger Stream.
The old monk in the pavilion first bowed to the Buddhist sedan in the distance.
The figure of the high monk in the Buddhist sedan leaned forward, as if he was solemnly returning the bow.
The old monk looked at the black horse carriage and said, "The Lady of Light and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy have come to Wa Mountain. It is an honor for me."
Ning Que did not know the old monk's identity and generation. He thought of his previous self-reflection and returned the bow.
The old monk continued, "Aunt Qu of Yuelun Kingdom, Mr. Cheng of Sword Garret, the Calligraphy Addict, and the Flower Addict are all here. Also, the Crown Prince of South Jin Kingdom is here. Wa Mountain has not seen such a grand scene for many years. It is very impressive."
The old monk sounded emotional, but in fact, his voice was indifferent and mechanical. He introduced the bigwigs who had come to Wa Mountain as if he was taking names. He did not feel emotional at all. He was probably just being polite when he said it was an honor.
After the formalities, they got to the main topic.
The old monk did not say much and sat quietly in a corner of the pavilion.
There was a huge wooden chessboard in front of him.
A wooden fork was placed on the opposite side of the chessboard, and a curtain hung from the pavilion to the ground.
The second game of the Three Games of Chess on Wa Mountain was always a duel. Judging from the shape of the fork, it should be used to place the pieces on the chessboard. The curtain looked extremely thick, but what was it for?
The old monk was already prepared for a game of chess. He used his actions to send out an invitation.
The people outside the pavilion were still very quiet. No one walked into the pavilion.
Everyone wanted to pass the test and reach the top of Wa Mountain.
The last game of chess on the top of the mountain was likely to be hosted by Master Qishan himself. Even if he couldn't become the fated person chosen by the master, it would still be a great fortune to be able to play a game with the master.
The reason why no one walked into the pavilion wasn't because they didn't want to try, but because the person in the black carriage hadn't spoken yet.
Even if they wanted to play chess with the old monk, they couldn't beat him to it.
The black carriage moved slowly again until it stopped in front of the stone steps of the pavilion.
The old monk looked at the black carriage, and suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes. His voice was still as calm as water. He said slowly, "I heard that the Lady of Light defeated my untalented Younger Brother with her Heaven's Divination at the Jumping Tiger Stream. I think she must be very good at chess."
Hearing this, Ning Que thought that the Lanke Temple was indeed very popular in chess. Even the reclusive elder who had cultivated to a state of mind like still water refused to admit defeat in this aspect. It would be a tough battle later on. Ning Que couldn't help but feel slightly worried.
However, to his surprise, the old monk in the pavilion said slowly after a slight pause, "If you can see through the Heaven's Divination, why do you need to calculate the mysteries of chess? Mr. Thirteen, you can take the Lady of Light up the mountain by yourself. "
Ning Que was slightly startled. He turned back and said something to the carriage.
He didn't know what Sangsang said in the carriage, but he shook his head and turned back. He said, "I came to Wa Mountain to seek medical advice, so I naturally have to follow the rules of the mountain. I still have to play this game."
Hearing this, the cultivators around the pavilion were shocked. They thought that he had tried to force his way up the mountain by the Jumping Tiger Stream. He didn't care about the rules at all, but now he wanted to follow the rules?
Monk Guan Hai was also puzzled and looked at Ning Que. The abbot of the Lanke Temple was even more dissatisfied. He thought to himself that Ning Que had changed from being arrogant to being respectful. What did he think the quiet place of the Buddhism Sect was?
Ning Que naturally knew their reactions, but he couldn't do anything about it. Sangsang had said that she wanted to play this game, and she even wanted to play a third game with Master Qishan when they reached the top of the mountain.
If it had been in the past, Ning Que would definitely not have cared about her thoughts and directly let the black carriage leave the pavilion and go straight to the top of the mountain. However, it was different now. He clearly knew the little girl's intentions. Since she could still hold on, then he would play. As long as she was happy, it didn't matter whether he won or lost the game.
The mountain was getting higher and the autumn wind was getting colder. He took out his Academy winter robe from the carriage and covered Sangsang with it. He carried her into the pavilion and looked at the old monk. He said, "She is a little weak. Please don't be offended, Master."
The old monk said, "A patient should be treated. Why do you have to play this game?"
Ning Que said, "A patient always has the right to eat two more pieces of candy. I can't do anything about it."
The old monk laughed. The wrinkles on his face were like the branches of a forest being blown by the wind. He said, "I have cultivated in peace and inaction all my life, but I can't completely get rid of the desire to win or lose. In fact, I also want to play this game."
Ning Que couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He thought that this old monk was much more interesting than the previous one.
The old monk looked at Sangsang whose head and face were covered by the black robe. He pointed to the thick curtain opposite the chessboard and said, "Since you are a patient, you can't stand the wind. Just sit inside."
Hearing this, Ning Que took Sangsang to the curtains and found that they were made of thick cotton. They hung from the pavilion to the ground and covered the surroundings, so that no wind could escape. There was a very thick straw mat on the ground and a cotton blanket. There was a gap in front of the curtains, so that they could have a panoramic view of the big chessboard in the pavilion.
He didn't expect the Lanke Temple to be so well prepared. Ning Que was very satisfied that he no longer had to worry about Sangsang being blown by the wind. However, he suddenly thought of something and his heart suddenly tightened.
The weakest part of a cultivator was their body. Faced with hundreds of arrows from ordinary people, even a powerhouse in the Seethrough State would be shot to death. However, cultivators could sense the Qi of Heaven and Earth, so compared to ordinary people, it was extremely difficult for them to fall sick. For example, the cultivators outside the pavilion were not afraid of the wind.
So who was the curtain in the pavilion prepared for?
Of course it was Sangsang.
Ning Que finally understood that the Lanke Temple had been prepared for what would happen today. They had even confirmed that Sangsang would be the one to break the game and not him. If the former was because the Academy had sent a letter to Master Qishan's cottage, then how could the latter be explained? Could it be that Master Qishan really had the ability to predict the future?
Just as he was thinking about this with a frown, the voice of the South Jin Kingdom chess master came from outside the curtain. "My eyesight is not good. Can I look closer? I can also be a judge for you. "
The old monk looked at the uninvited person from the South Jin Kingdom and asked indifferently, "Do you know chess?"
The South Jin Kingdom chess master smiled and said, "A little."
The old monk seemed to be satisfied with his answer and asked, "Which Taoist temple do you study from?"
The South Jin Kingdom chess master's expression changed slightly and he replied, "My master is Xu Xu."
The old monk said, "So it's Xu Xu. How is your chess skill compared to his?"
The South Jin Kingdom chess master replied, "My master is old. I can barely beat him."
The old monk nodded and said, "Then you do know a little about chess."
The South Jin Kingdom chess master was extremely proud of his chess skills. He was just being reserved when he said that he knew a little. He did not expect the old monk to really think so. He could not help but feel annoyed.
He had only admired three people in chess in his life. One was a palace chess master of the Yuelun Kingdom who had suddenly disappeared, the other was Master Dongming of the Lanke Temple who was rumored to have passed away, and the one he admired and respected the most was his predecessor in the South Jin Kingdom, Master Song Qian, who had become a legend. Other than these three people, he did not care about the rest of the chess players. Even though he found out that Sangsang had the ability to predict the future, he still wanted to take her as his student.
The chess master of the South Jin Kingdom was angry and wanted to argue with the old monk. However, when he saw the old monk's face, he felt a chill in his heart and forgot to argue with the old monk.
He was sure that he had never seen this old monk before.
But he felt that the old monk's face was very familiar, as if he had seen him countless times.
The South Jin Kingdom chess master thought hard but could not remember.
At this moment, the second game of the three games on the Wa Mountain officially began.
The old monk looked at the curtain and asked calmly, "Lady of Light, what color do you want?"
Sangsang's voice came from the curtain. She did not seem to have any hesitation, as if she did not need to think.
"Black."
Hearing Sangsang's answer, the old monk's body trembled slightly. His old face showed a very complicated expression. He looked at the thick curtain and sighed with unspeakable regret.
Sangsang also heard the sigh from the curtain.
She walked into the autumn pavilion and saw the old monk's kindness. She felt close to him. When she heard the regret in his sigh, she could not help but feel uneasy. She asked softly, "Can't I choose black?"
The old monk shook his head slowly, as if he was still unwilling to give up. He looked at the curtain and asked, "In the first game on the Wa Mountain, players can only choose white. Those who can pass the first game usually have some kind of psychological hint that they can keep winning by choosing white. I wonder why the Lady of Light did not hesitate to choose … black?"
Sangsang said, "Because black is first and has an advantage, so I chose black."
The old monk was a little surprised to hear this answer.
At this moment, the South Jin Kingdom chess master finally recalled some memories from many years ago. He looked at the old monk as if he had seen a ghost and said with a trembling voice, "When I was a child in the Taoist field, I saw your … portrait."
"You, you … are Master Dongming! Aren't you dead? "
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(This is the third chapter. Try to finish the fourth chapter before three o 'clock.) (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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