It was extremely quiet beside the chessboard. Master Qishan looked at Sangsang quietly. His thin face showed a complicated expression. There was shock after seeing the truth, and even a faint fear, but it all turned into confusion in the end.
Ning Que was nervously checking on Sangsang's condition and did not notice the strange expression on the master's face. Otherwise, he might have noticed something. Then he heard the master sigh.
He looked up nervously. Master Qishan's expression had returned to normal. He showed a kind smile, as if he had been freed from some great terror. He was satisfied and calm.
"The Three Games of Tile Mountain have a long history, but the game you just experienced has only happened five times. Little girl, you are the second person to solve all three games in a row."
Master Qishan looked at Sangsang and said gently.
After confirming that Sangsang was fine and that the world in the chessboard was just an illusion, Ning Que calmed down. He listened to the master's praise and asked, "Who was the person who solved all three games in a row?"
Master Qishan said a name that had disappeared from the world for many years, but Ning Que was very familiar with it. He looked into Ning Que's eyes and said with a smile, "It was Junior Brother Lotus."
The master's eyes were calm and did not show any power. However, Ning Que felt that his eyes had seen through all his disguises and the fragments of consciousness in the depths of his sense of perception. He felt a little uneasy.
He subconsciously lowered his head to avoid eye contact with the master. To hide his uneasiness, he continued to ask, "Who were the other three people who played on this chessboard?"
Master Qishan said, "The Headmaster, Mr. Ke, and the abbey dean."
Hearing these three names, Ning Que immediately forgot his previous uneasiness and looked up in surprise.
In his opinion, the Headmaster, Youngest Uncle, and the abbey dean of Zhishou Abbey were the top figures in the world. No matter how powerful Lotus and Sangsang were, they could not surpass them.
"How could the Headmaster not be able to solve this game?"
Master Qishan said, "This game could not trap them at all. Why would they need to solve it?"
Ning Que's question was to shift the topic away from Lotus and prevent the master from seeing through his secrets. Since it worked, he would not continue.
He looked at the master and asked, "Sangsang has solved the game. Can she be treated?"
Master Qishan said, "Even if we can't solve the puzzle, we still have to see him. Moreover, we have already solved the puzzle, so there is no reason not to see him."
Ning Que's voice was a little hoarse because of nervousness. "Can it be cured?"
Master Qishan, who was already very weak, looked even more haggard, perhaps because he had used up too much energy hosting the last game of chess. Hearing Ning Que's concerned question, he coughed painfully a few times and then lowered his head tiredly, remaining silent for a long time.
Ning Que became more and more nervous when he did not hear the answer.
After a long time, Master Qishan raised his head and looked at Sangsang lovingly. He said, "There is no disease in the world that cannot be cured, but it will be very difficult and painful to cure."
Sangsang glanced at Ning Que and said calmly and firmly, "I'm not afraid of hardship."
In fact, she was not afraid of death, but she did not want to die. That was because she knew that if she died, Ning Que would be very sad and he might even die with her. So she wanted to live. No matter what kind of pain she had to endure, she had to survive. That was why her answer was so resolute.
Master Qishan looked at her and smiled. He said resolutely, "Then I will definitely cure you."
Upon hearing this, Ning Que suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head. He could no longer hear anything else. His body seemed to have turned from a cliff into a drifting cloud. He fell onto the futon and could not speak at all.
Almost at the same time, the nervous and closed pores on the surface of his body suddenly opened. Countless cold sweat flowed out, instantly drenching his black Academy uniform. He looked like he had just been drenched in a heavy rain.
Over the years, he looked calm as usual. No matter when he talked to people or did things, there was nothing strange. But in fact, because of Sangsang's illness, he had long been extremely anxious and afraid.
After hearing Grandmaster's affirmation, those negative emotions that had accumulated for a very long time, accompanied by that ice cold sweat, were released in an extremely short time. His body and mind were controlled by an extremely joyous mood, unexpectedly having a feeling of floating like an immortal. But at the same time this kind of rapid change and release of mood also made his body and mind suffer an extremely violent impact, immediately becoming incomparably weak, like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Master Qishan looked at him and guessed that he must have experienced unimaginable suffering and pain recently. He comforted him kindly, "This is something to be happy about."
Sangsang took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the rain-like sweat off Ning Que's face.
Ning Que smiled with difficulty and said, "It is indeed something to be happy about."
Master Qishan looked at the cultivators who had come to visit outside the cave and said, "Since it is something to be happy about, then we should celebrate it. I will answer each of your questions."
Hearing this, Ning Que suddenly became energetic. He sat up straight and stared into the Master's eyes. He reminded him very seriously, "We were here first, Master, you have to cure us first."
Master Qishan laughed and said, "It is not so easy to cure a disease. Otherwise, why would you leave the Academy to find an old monk like me? You should at least let me be prepared."
Ning Que still did not agree and said, "The longer we delay, the more dangerous it is."
Master Qishan said, "It is not that time yet, so there is no danger … Don't worry."
The first half of this sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning. When was that time? However, at this moment, Ning Que could only hear certain words like "don't worry" and "definitely". He did not pay attention to those at all.
Hearing that Master Qishan would answer everyone's questions today, the cultivators inside and outside the cave were overjoyed. Only monk Guan Hai showed a shocked expression. He was very worried about his teacher's health.
It was unknown when the Flower Addict had returned from the Buddha statue at the top of the mountain. She heard the last part of the conversation and knew that Sangsang's illness could be cured. Her expression was still indifferent, but her fingers slightly tightened and broke the little flower again.
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It was already late at night. The foothills behind Wa Mountain were dark as if it was already late at night. The cultivators silently lined up outside the hut, waiting to enter later. The monks of the Lanke Temple lit torches outside the hut. The dim flames fluttered restlessly in the mountain wind, illuminating the people's expressions, just like their complicated feelings at the moment.
In the legends of the world, Master Qishan had a precognitive ability similar to or even better than the Great Divine Priest of Revelation of the West-Hill Divine Palace. He could answer all questions in the world, just like Buddha.
It was every cultivator's dream to be able to get Master Qishan's advice. Thinking about the obstacles on the path of cultivation, the problems that they could not solve for a long time, and the people or things that had troubled them for many years, they could all be solved by Master Qishan's advice. They were naturally excited and uneasy.
What could make a cultivator use up a chance to ask a question was definitely their greatest confusion or their greatest pain. However, the greatest confusion and pain of human beings were often their greatest secrets. This also meant that they would have to tell Master Qishan these secrets later, so they were a little afraid.
Master Qishan's painful coughs could be heard from time to time in the ivy-covered cliff cave.
No one knew when the black horse carriage had entered the hut. Sangsang was wearing a fur coat and snuggled in the quilt. She was no longer cold, but when she heard the master's coughs, she could not help but cough painfully, and her face became paler.
Ning Que, who was sitting by the window, lifted the curtain and looked at the cliff cave. He complained in a low voice, "You know that coughs are contagious, but you don't tell me to bear with it."
This was another deliberate joke. This time, Sangsang did not laugh out loud for Ning Que's sake. Instead, she said worriedly, "The master's illness seems to have worsened."
Ning Que was speechless. Although Master Qishan had been ill for a long time and was thin and haggard, he was not as weak as he was now when they first met. What had suddenly made the master's illness worse?
Of course, it was the chess game.
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The Buddhism Sect emphasized on equality, but in reality, it was impossible to achieve absolute equality. For example, during the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival, ordinary people did not even have the chance to enter the Wa Mountain, so how could they meet Master Qishan? How could they have the chance to compete with the cultivators to become the Destined One?
Even those who came to visit the mountain today could not achieve equality. Master Qishan did not arrange the order of entering the cave, so this matter was decided by the abbot of the Lanke Temple.
Other than the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Academy, most cultivators in the world still did not dare to go against the imperial power. The South Jin Kingdom was only second to the Tang Empire, so the Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom was naturally ranked first.
The Crown Prince of the South Jin Kingdom did not stay in the cave for long before he came out. People did not know what question he had asked, whether it was about the Calligraphy Addict or the future of the South Jin Kingdom. But looking at his confused expression, they could vaguely guess that his answer was not good, but it was not bad either. It was even possible that he could not understand it for the time being.
Quni Madi had a high status in the cultivation world and was also the imperial aunt of the Yuelun Kingdom. As such, she was the second to enter the cave.
The cliff cave was very clean and the furnishings were very simple. There was only a futon, a straw mat, two quilts, and some daily necessities. Master Qishan sat on the futon.
Quni Madi looked at the master. She was not as devout and respectful as other cultivators. Instead, she did not hide the hatred and mockery in her eyes.
He looked at her and said quietly, "That year, you insisted on coming to the Wa Mountain to see me. I had been in seclusion for many years, but I had no choice but to make an exception and write you a letter. Now it seems that I was wrong."
"You were wrong all along."
Quni Madi said hatefully, "In the entire Buddhism Sect, you are my only elder. Back then, I came to ask you for guidance and asked if I should give birth to the child in my belly. In the end, you said yes, so I gave birth to the child. Then, we separated for decades, and we mourned the death of the child. Of course you were wrong."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "Even though the child was still in your belly, he was already a human. Buddhism is merciful. How could you have the heart to kill him? Moreover, the child was fated with Buddha. "
Quni Madi said sternly, "You could tell that my child was fated with Buddha, but why couldn't you tell that he would be killed in Chang 'an? Since you couldn't tell, you shouldn't have left that letter for me! "
Master Qishan said, "It's all in the past, so it's useless to talk about it. What I don't understand is why you came to see me today, even though you have always held such a huge grudge against me."
Quni Madi gasped in pain and gradually calmed down. She stared into the master's eyes and said hatefully, "You made a mistake once, so I want you to do it again."
Master Qishan's expression changed slightly. He said, "What else do you want to know?"
Quni Madi said hatefully, "I want to know when Ning Que will die!"
Master Qishan shook his head and said, "Even Buddha can't predict life and death, let alone an ordinary person like me."
Quni Madi said angrily, "Then you have to tell me how I can avenge my son!"
Master Qishan suddenly looked out of the cave and thought of the Buddhist chariot that came from the Xuankong Temple. After a long silence, he said, "Since you have already made arrangements, why do you still ask me?"
Then he looked at Quni Madi quietly and said, "But I have to remind you that you have been practicing Buddhism for decades, but you still can't get rid of the pain of resentment. You can't blame anyone else. You can't blame the person on the Buddhist chariot, the person in the Yuelun Palace, or the child in your belly. You have to ask yourself."
"You hate that thing the most now. If it weren't for you in the Wilderness, Ning Que wouldn't have humiliated you in the palace, and Dao Shi wouldn't have returned to Yuelun or Chang 'an to be killed by Ning Que. If you want to take revenge, who will you take revenge on? Ning Que or yourself? "
Master Qishan looked at her and said with pity.
Quni Madi was even more resentful when she heard this. Her body trembled slightly, and the veins on her right hand that was holding the wooden staff were visible. She said sternly, "If you don't want to answer, then don't. Why do you have to be so mysterious in front of me again? Uncle Qishan, you are not the real Buddha. How dare you act like the Buddha and grant all his requests. One day, you will die a violent death! "
Master Qishan said, "I am in this world, but I have been dreaming of the Buddhist Kingdom. I just want people to have less trouble. If I had known that I would suffer karma, I would have died a violent death. What's the difference between dying a violent death or dying of old age?
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The Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, did not enter the cave. She only looked at the cultivators quietly. Her eyes were extremely indifferent. Now that she had no attachment to this world, she naturally had no doubts. Naturally, she did not need to enter the cave to ask for the master's help.
However, the cultivators each had their doubts, so they entered the cave one by one. Everyone did not stay for long, but when they came out, they all looked very satisfied. However, no one said what they had asked.
Logically speaking, Mo Shanshan should have entered the cave very early. However, she did not compete with the cultivators, or perhaps she was thinking about what she should ask. That was why she only entered the cave last.
She sat on the futon in silence, not knowing what to ask. After a long time, she said embarrassedly, "I really can't think of anything to ask."
As the Calligraphy Addict of the world, she entered the Knowing Destiny State at a young age and became a Divine Talisman Master. She was protected by the Master of Calligrapher and respected by her peers. Mo Shanshan did not seem to have any regrets in her life.
Master Qishan looked at her lovingly and said, "Since you have come to the Wa Mountain, you must have had some questions in the beginning. Questions always need an answer."
Mo Shanshan thought of the black horse carriage and said with a smile, "At the beginning, there was indeed a question and I wanted to ask the master to solve it. But now, there is an answer to that question."
Master Qishan said, "That's good."
Mo Shanshan stood up and bowed to the master respectfully. Then, she walked out of the cave.
She suddenly stopped at the entrance and turned around to ask, "Master, there is a saying in Buddhism about reincarnation. Is there … really an afterlife?"
She suddenly smiled and said, "I am just asking casually. You don't have to answer."
Master Qishan did not answer and also smiled.
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