The stupid North-South nodded vigorously. Just as he was about to start with the white piece, he accidentally saw an ant scurrying around in his cassock. The little monk smiled innocently and gently stretched out his two fingers that were still holding the chess piece. He let the little ant climb onto his hand and then placed it on the ground. After it was far away, he placed the chess piece on the Vajra Mirror.
In the end, the little monk had made more than 170 moves in this game.
The monk in white did not continue. He smiled and said, "Are you asleep now?"
The little monk touched his bald head and said happily, "Okay!"
The monk in white waved his hand and said, "Go, leave the chess set and the chess box."
The little monk nodded and got up to leave the Thousand Buddha Hall.
The monk in white sat cross-legged and waited for his disciple to leave before returning to the hut. He then rested his chin on one hand and leaned his body to look at the chess game.
The white-robed monk stretched his back and said softly, "Cao Zhangqing, you're still so patient. No wonder you're called Cao Guanzi. "
Apart from his words, the hall was still silent.
The monk in white reached out and grabbed. The dozens of white chess pieces on the ground suddenly floated in the air. With a light flick, the chess pieces shot to the side like rain.
After a while, a scholarly man dressed in a green robe appeared in the hall leisurely. He held the 16 chess pieces in his hand and flicked one chess piece with each move. The chess pieces were nowhere to be seen in the air. In the blink of an eye, 15 chess pieces were stuck to the monk's cassock. This frivolous monk who drank wine, ate meat, and even had a wife and a daughter did not move. However, the thousand Buddha statues in the hall were shaking together as if they were being invaded by demons. Especially the few Vajra Bodhisattva statues. When they swayed back and forth, they were particularly intimidating. It must have been the 15 chess pieces that hit the monk's cassock. Each chess piece brought about a violent surge of Qi activity and caused such a phenomenon.
The handsome middle-aged scholar only had one chess piece left in his hand. He smiled and said, "Sure enough, no one in the world can break your Vajra Realm."
Without any movement from the monk in white, 15 white chess pieces fell from the cassock and quickly rolled back to their original positions on the Vajra Mirror as if they were endowed with intelligence.
The white-robed monk calmly replied, "It's just Cao Guanzi's Fifteen Mysterious Fingers. Why don't you take out a Celestial Phenomenon cultivator and try?"
The slender scholar smiled and gently tossed the chess piece in his hand onto the ground. It bounced forward a few times and obediently returned to its original position just like the fifteenth chess piece. He shook his head and said, "I won't try anymore. Back then, the number one person in Beimang who was said to be able to fight with Qi Xuanzhu came from the south. When you arrived at the Two Zen Temples, you still couldn't harm a hair on your body. However, in your anger, you left a hundred and eight Vajra Prints on the ground. But I'm very curious. You always end up in a draw when you fight, but why do you still like to end up in a draw when you play chess? In the past, Huang Longshi used the lives of more than three hundred monks to play against you, each playing one piece. In this game, forty-three people died. Fortunately, you were able to draw. Later, after the Spring and Autumn War, Huang Longshi forced you to play again. However, he used the hundreds of Buddhist temples in the hundreds of counties in the world as chess pieces. If he lost, he would destroy one. If he won, he would let the Liyang Dynasty build one more. Why did you still end up in a draw? After I read the chess record, the chances of you winning the first game were indeed not high. However, in the second game, you clearly had a chance to beat Huang Longshi. "
The white-robed monk raised his head and looked at the world-famous Cao Guanzi. Similar to himself, this guy had also played chess with Huang Longshi. It was said that the two of them were close to the level of chess. Cao Guanzi was of course much better than those national chess players in the palace. However, in the face of this immortal in the eyes of the world, the white-robed monk was still as calm as an ancient well. He said calmly, "If I say that I'm in a hurry to go home and cook for my wife, would you believe me?"
When Cao Guanzi heard this rare joke, he actually didn't laugh. He sighed and said regretfully, "Now that you even have a daughter, you don't have the patience to play chess with me until the end. It seems that I won't have the chance to play chess with you."
The white-robed monk sneered and said, "Who wants to play chess with you? A game of chess can last for months or years."
Cao Guanzi, whose real name was Cao Changqing, was sitting opposite the white-robed monk. He looked at the chess game that he had already memorized by heart and said with a smile, "Your disciple is really amazing. No wonder he is regarded as the hope of the Dharma Ending Tribulation by Buddhism. "
The white-robed monk said calmly, "Cao Changqing, my temper is actually not as good as you think."
"You are willing to play chess with me, but I am also not willing to fight with you. Here, I found some good wine for you in the palace. "
Cao Guanzi took the wine pot from his waist and threw it to the white-robed monk. Then he picked up a white chess piece with his left hand and gently placed it down. He seemed to know that the white-robed monk wouldn't play chess with him. His right hand picked up a black chess piece and placed it on the ground, creating a scene of self-entertainment. He said, "Don't worry, I would rather compete with Đồng Thái's peach blossom branch than have anything to do with you. The world only knows that you are invincible, but I know the terror of your angry eyes."
The white-robed monk drank a mouthful of wine and frowned. He asked, "That Korean cat didn't make you stay?"
Cao Guanzi played chess on his left and right. He shook his head and said, "It was a coincidence that we didn't meet this time."
The white-robed monk wiped his mouth and asked, "You are a scholar from West Chu who is in dire straits. Are you still thinking about finding the little princess who is blessed with destiny and reviving the country?"
Cao Guanzi looked lonely and said, "Why wouldn't I? Everyone said that she died with the Emperor, but I still don't believe that the little princess is dead. West Chu's dragon aura still exists, but the Imperial Astronomer doesn't dare to admit it. "
The white-robed monk raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. "Cao Changqing, are you here for my new calendar? The Liyang Dynasty follows the old calendar and was originally following the will of the heavens. However, after annexing the eight countries, it is obviously no longer appropriate. The Imperial Astronomer is busy with this, but I am not in a hurry. Are you thinking of doing something? Leaving a chance for your little princess to revive the country? "
Cao Guanzi suddenly stood up and bowed deeply. He didn't straighten his back for a long time.
The white-robed monk sighed and said, "Cao Changqing, do you really not know that this is a shady business against the will of the heavens? Don't you know what happened to Heavenly Master Ren on Mount Longhu? "
Cao Guanzi, who had almost become the champion of Jianghu in one fell swoop and whose pride didn't lose to anyone, still didn't straighten his back.
The white-robed monk hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice, "It's not that I don't want to help, but the general trend is irresistible. The old West Chu can't succeed at all. So what if the Grand Preceptor, Sun Xiji, works from the inside and outside? Do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool who waits for death? Xu Xiao, Gu Jiantang, the six vassal kings are not dead. Now, Zhang Julu and the one in the palace, Cao Changqing, oh Cao Changqing. The sage only said that you should turn the tide, but the tide has passed and the general situation has been decided. What can you do? Not to mention you, even immortals like Qi Xuanzhen can't do anything! "
Cao Guanzi straightened up and was speechless with a miserable expression.
Outside the Thousand Buddha Hall, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Soon, it was raining heavily.
The white-robed monk looked down at the white chess piece that Cao Guanzi had placed on behalf of his disciple and decided to ignore it. How could this be Cao Guanzi's flawless chess piece? For a moment, he felt a little sad and sighed deeply. "Fine, fine. This pot of wine is good. I can only guarantee that the little princess of West Chu won't die. As for the rest, I can't help. If you want to take a mile after taking an inch, I will go down the mountain and ask the palace for a pot of wine to return to you."
Cao Guanzi bowed again, turned around and walked into the rain.
This was what it meant to go forward despite thousands of people.
The heroic spirit of the Confucian school existed forever.
Even though the white-robed monk was in Buddhism, he still felt a little sad.
The little monk, who was about to fall asleep, was awakened by the thunder and hurriedly ran over with an oil-paper umbrella. He saw that there was an extra pot of wine in his master's hand and thought of the middle-aged scholar who had just walked out of the Thousand Buddha Hall. He asked in puzzlement, "Master, is this wine given to you by that scholar?"
The white-robed monk nodded.
The stupid North-South put away the umbrella and grinned. "I put one up and took one. I met this scholar just now, so I borrowed one from him."
The white-robed monk glared at him. "Why did you borrow it from him? It will take years to return it to you! An umbrella costs a lot of copper coins! "
The little monk was troubled. "Then what should I do? I preached in the temple, but the head abbot didn't give me any copper coins. If that thing asks about it tomorrow, it will be bad. "
The white-robed monk said helplessly, "Forget it. Just say that I bought the wine."
The little monk shouted gratefully, "Master!"
The white-robed monk rolled his eyes. "Master needs to go to the Sutra Depository in the temple to hide from your master's wife. Go to sleep."
The little monk said nervously, "Master, why don't I tell the truth to master's wife?"
The white-robed monk stood up and knocked on his stupid disciple's head. "Idiot!"
The little monk smiled brightly.
The white-robed monk said earnestly, "North-South, if master's wife gets angry tomorrow, at most you will have to eat less and work more. But when your master's wife is in a bad mood, she likes to go down the mountain to buy clothes that she can't wear more than a few times a year. This is all master's hard-earned money."
The little monk suddenly understood.
The white-robed monk smiled. "Go, go to sleep."
The little monk said, "That thing is afraid of thunder. I will go outside and recite scriptures for her."
The white-robed monk touched his bald head. This disciple.
Standing at the entrance of the Thousand Buddha Hall and looking at the stupid North-South who was running in the mud without caring about the rain, the white-robed monk murmured, "Stupid North-South, you have a zen that doesn't let down Buddha and Qing."
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