"Please say."

"Once upon a time, a woodcutter went to a barren mountain to cut firewood, but he saw two people playing chess on the top of the mountain. The woodcutter also liked to play chess on weekdays, so he went over to watch the chess. He was fascinated by this sight, and waited until the game

After the chess game was over, the two of them asked the woodcutter to go back quickly, otherwise he might not even be able to see his wife for the last time. The woodcutter was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but when he looked sideways, he discovered the ax in his hand.

The wood is rotten."

"This is a legend of the ancient Lanke people. I have heard it."

The old monk said: "Does the donor know that this mountain is the barren mountain where the game of chess has been broken? This is the ninth peak of Sumeru. Although the immortal has gone, he has given this chessboard a huge spiritual power. Once he takes his seat,

You will be deeply involved in it, and the phases created by various chess games will make the chess players immersed in the situation, empathize with each other, and be unable to extricate themselves. A game of chess seems to be able to complete a lifetime. Only people with great perseverance and wisdom cannot play chess. Even if

So, does the donor still want to do it?"

Xia Ji asked: "How to play chess? If you play black and white, you lose one piece and I lose another, do you want to talk about it?"

"No," the old monk lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes. "This game is called Zhenlong, also known as the Sea of ​​Bitterness."

Xia Ji pointed out with a smile: "Are you willing to die and survive?"

The old monk said: "There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering... I think the donor has great obsessions, but I would like to advise that there are many people in the world who are busy and have more suffering and pain than the donor. Why don't the donor cut off his worries?"

Silk, give up your obsession? After all, this world of mortals is just a big dream."

Xia Ji asked back: "Why do you want to break it off?"

The old monk uttered four words: "Know your mind and see your nature."

Xia Ji took a step forward, without thinking, and sat down directly on the side of the chessboard filled with fairy spirit, and said calmly: "What if I have already understood my true nature, but what I see is not a sea of ​​suffering and turning back?"

The old monk opened his eyes for the first time and looked at the young man in front of him. In any case, he had already sat down and made his choice. Then, this was his destiny.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha". In any case, the courage of the seventh prince is really commendable. When he sat down, he was the one who entered the game.

At this moment, the battle of Zen began.

The old monk asked: "Then what did the donor see?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, but looked at the chess game in front of him intently.

Obviously, this is a breakdown, not a layout.

The game is actually very simple. Two dragons, black and white, are attacking each other. It looks like they are ambushed on all sides and besieged on all sides...

Seeing that he didn't answer, the old monk didn't ask any questions. He just said: "If the donor has thought about it and picked up the black chips, then the game will really begin."

Xia Ji stretched out his hand and picked up the black piece with both fingers. After playing chess, he had to rush back to the palace.

But together with Heizi, a strange mysterious thought rushed directly into his spirit, causing everything around him to change.

A moment.

He became a traveler walking in the wilderness, eager to return home.

And the identity of the seventh prince of Dashang seems to have become a dream yesterday and has nothing to do with him at this time. The game of hiking up Xumiru and talking about Keqi seems to have become a ridiculous event.

Dream.

In mid-air, a hungry eagle is chasing a poor pigeon.

In an instant, the pigeon had fluttered into Xia Ji's arms.

The eagle hovered above Xia Ji's head.

The pigeon suddenly spoke in human language: "Please let me go. If you miss me, you can still find food, but I only have one life."

The eagle also spoke in human language: "I am extremely hungry now. If I don't eat you, I won't be able to survive."

Two huge thoughts suddenly rushed into Xia Ji's mind.

willing to give up.

Still reluctant to give up?

When the eagle saw this situation, he reasoned: "You protected it and saved the pigeon's life, but can you bear to let me, the eagle, starve to death?"

Following its words, those two thoughts became stronger and stronger, turning into a powerful mental attack, attacking Xia Ji's thoughts.

He couldn't help but shake his head, trying to wake himself up.

In another flash, the one in his arms turned into a rabbit, and the eagle wandering in the sky turned into a skinny tiger.

After another flash, the scene began to change again, and with each change, the thoughts in his mind became stronger.

This intensity kept adding up until it turned into two shouts, asking him to choose.

Abandon?

Still reluctant to give up?

Slowly, the wasteland disappeared, and everything disappeared.

He and those two creatures were the only ones left in this world.

The only way was to cut off the meat equivalent to the weight of pigeons and rabbits and give it to eagles and tigers. In this way, he sacrificed himself and saved the only two lives in the world. It can be said that his merits are immeasurable.

Cutting meat?

Or not cutting the meat?

Those two shouts became more and more straightforward.

On the top of the ninth peak of Mount Sumeru, the old monk sat and watched the prince across from him with his eyes closed, his eyebrows beating, and the sunspot in his right hand slowly falling.

In this round, the fight is not about where to place the pieces.

It's about whether you fall behind.

If you are willing to bear it, you will put your son to death and cut off three kilograms of your own flesh.

To be reluctant to give up is to linger on, seemingly still able to take a few steps, but in the end it is a complete defeat, and this defeat will make one's heart dry.

The most important thing is that this trick is not determined by your hands, but by your Zen mind. No one can cheat. Immortals do not care about skills, but they talk about Zen.

What is Zen?

Zen seems simple, but in fact it is very difficult. It is still right in front of you, but when you really take a step forward, you will find that it is far away.

Therefore, the sunspot that Xia Ji was holding was only one foot away from the chessboard.

This foot is the end of the world.

This end of the world is also called the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Only those who have gone through this sea of ​​suffering are qualified to read the Buddhist secret collection "Past Burning Deng Sutra" in Leiyin Temple.

The old monk didn't think that the prince could survive, because he had been sitting on the top of the mountain for twenty years. This prince was not the first person to come here. Everyone else was a famous person, and his intelligence, courage and strength all belonged to him.

Above, but none of those people succeeded. Everyone knew where to go in this step before picking up the pieces, but they got into the game and couldn't fall down.

Isn't this what life is?

You always know something you should do, something very simple and easy to do, but you just can't do it.

This is the Zen machine.

usually.

That's Zen.

willing to give up.

That's Zen.

you know.

But can you do it?

you understand.

But are you really willing to do it?

Suddenly, the old monk's expression changed, because the seventh prince named Xia Ji cut three kilograms of meat and fed it to the eagle and the tiger. Then his pupils suddenly opened, his black hair danced wildly, and with a "snap" sound,

It settled firmly where it should.

The old monk met the prince's eyes.

But he didn't see the mercy he wanted to see.

How can this be?

So how did he break the situation?

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "The donor is willing to cut meat to feed eagles and sacrifice his body to feed tigers. This is an act of great mercy, but why do you have no mercy?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Because I have no mercy."

Old monk: "Don't you want to cut the meat to feed the eagle?"

Xia Ji said: "Then who will feed me?"

Old monk: "But you did it."
To be continued...