Chapter 287 The world's most powerful general, Zhang Dingbian!
Chapter 201 Master in the Mountains
Author: fire pine cone
Chapter 201 Master in the Mountains
"Amitabha, the layman is very good at chess." Yao Guangxiao raised his eyes to look at the fat monk, and his expression changed slightly. Originally, seeing that the layman had a rough appearance, he thought he was a fierce general or a reckless man, but he didn't expect that this man would play chess in the east.
Come, but there is a tendency to open and close.
Although he doesn't pay much attention to the details, he can always grasp the timing of the chessboard. Although the chess path is wide open and closed, he can always hit the weak points, revealing Ye Changzi's indomitable bravery. It is like a hundred cavalry attacking Wei.
Although Gan Ning has a rough and arrogant spirit, he is still a good general.
"Monk Dao Yan, I am not a mortal!" The fat monk also raised his head and praised Yao Guangxiao sincerely. He had been fighting for a long time, and although it was just a game of chess, he had not felt so happy for a long time.
Zhongbian couldn't help but burst out with excitement.
"Amitabha." The old abbot on the side raised his eyes and saw the fat monk's face flushed with excitement. He couldn't help but feel compassion on his face. He immediately closed his eyes and continued to chant the "Purana Sutra" in a low voice.
Yao Guangxiao has always prided himself on his intelligence. Although he was called the famous "Monk" by later generations, he seemed to be so scheming and scheming, but he also had a competitive spirit. Except for being confused and defeated for a while when Zhu Su revealed the "Dragon Slaying Technique", he was defeated for a while.
When did you ever admit defeat?
"Although my big dragon with black dragons has become somewhat mature, it only needs a moment before I beg to kill it for my red dragon."
"Monk, can I admit defeat?"
The fat monk said proudly.
"How can we call him a hero if he succeeds or fails in one moment?" Yao Guangxiao was unmoved, his eyes scanned the chessboard, and suddenly he smiled and raised his leg to make a move.
"Huh?"
Although that move was not a good move, it still made the chess game that had gradually become clearer become chaotic again. The fat monk frowned and bit his lip.
Just calm down and concentrate on the chess game.
The two of them looked at each other in the moonlight, but neither of them said a word. Except for the old monk's voice chanting sutras in a low voice, there was only the sound of falling children in the moonlight.
"Phew! No more east!"
"Monk Daoyan, you are so good at Dongzuo's legs!"
But the fat monk was the first to surrender. Although he admitted defeat, he still said sarcastically, "I proclaim the name of Buddha and claim to be a Buddhist, but when I start from the east, I play chess like this."
"She cut off people's escape routes and refused to engage in head-on confrontation. He resorted to some tricks and tricks to fish in troubled waters."
"Isn't that what a man did?"
"Amitabha." Yao Guangxiao looked neither happy nor sad, and said: "In chaos, there are opportunities for talented people to show themselves."
"The layman is extremely brave. In a head-on confrontation, no one in the east of the world can stop him."
"The young monk is eager to win, so he can only use those scheming members to stir up trouble."
However, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart. Was that fat layman really a hero? After a game of chess, he was defeated like a battle formation.
Otherwise, he wanted to strangle Heizi Dalong, but he got an opening, otherwise the outcome would be uncertain.
Whether the layman's chess skills are negligent, he must be very proficient in military strategy. If he uses the method of a military strategist to play chess, he can overcome his own clumsiness.
But I don’t know where the sacred place is, wandering in the grass?
He was just guessing in his mind when he heard the old abbot say to the fat monk, "Businessman, I've lost my sight."
"It's just a game of chess. How can you harbor resentment and hurt others with bad words?"
"It's just for fun, but there are so many explanations. I heard that in ancient times, there were people who judged people by their words, but there were often those who were very evil and evil. They wrote calligraphy that was straight and square between the legs."
"Cai Jing, Qin Hui, etc. are all like this."
“Isn’t it as absurd to use chess to see a person as to use words to see a person?”
The fat monk lowered his head to listen to the instructions from the moment the old abbot opened his mouth. After listening, he even nodded his head in approval. His anger had dissipated. "Monk Daoyan, I don't hesitate to speak."
"It is not our sin to speak carelessly and to be angry."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." Yao Guangxiao clasped his legs together. But he couldn't help but laugh at his own thoughts. The old monk's words seemed to be wrong to the fat layman, but by some coincidence, they also hit him, Yao Guangxiao.
Indeed, it is so funny to judge other people's character and abilities through a chess game... but he himself has also caught the eye. Thinking of this, he clasped his legs together and said to the old monk: "Senior brother, what you said is not true. The young monk has also been taught.
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"Amitabha." The old monk nodded slowly and announced the Buddha's name, but he continued: "When the sky is getting dark in the east, the noble man in front does not see fellow practitioners at night, so he is afraid that the disciples will be worried."
"Fellow practitioners, please go and rest first. In the morning of the bright moon, I will prepare Dongzhai meal for you and my fellow practitioners."
Hearing the different meaning in the old monk's words, Yao Guangxiao straightened up and clasped his legs together: "In this case, the young monk will retire."
He bowed goodbye to the fat layman again, then lit up the lantern again and left the place.
"Father, I shouldn't have done that just now." The old abbot still closed his eyes tightly, unable to see the sadness or joy.
"That's not true, is it over?" The fat layman was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and then looked at the solitary lantern that was gradually going away.
"That monk is as dignified as a mortal."
"When we traveled across the east of the world, we only met one such powerful figure in Buddhism."
"But I don't know if someone's noble family has such a powerful monk to help him..."
"Amitabha," the old abbot said in a low voice. "Now that I have entered Buddhism, I have nothing to do with the worldly affairs as a layman."
"Why worry about so much? Go and rest, go and rest, it's better to just sit back and sleep."
"That makes perfect sense!"
The fat monk smiled boldly, no longer worried, stood up, opened the door and went to the woodshed to rest.
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"Whoever wakes up first from a big dream will know it all his life. If you sleep enough in the spring in the thatched cottage, the moon will be late outside the window!"
The next month, Zhu Su slept until the moon was three feet high. When he opened the window and saw the distant mountains, he couldn't help but recite a poem randomly.
At this time, Yao Guangxiao was not around, but a group of guards and dogs cast their admiring glances at Zhu Su, who was illiterate. Zhu Su, who got up late but did not feel any shame at all, was quite proud of himself, even among a group of illiterate people.
He has the demeanor of a superior person.
If Yao Guangxiao were not here, he would definitely complain that although it is not the twelfth lunar month, it is also not the coldest winter, so how can we say "spring sleep". But the words "the moon is late" seem to be very appropriate at that time of getting up.
"Come here to eat porridge. Although the mountain temple is poor, the rice produced by the old abbot's several acres of land is very sweet." The dog came in with a bowl of porridge. "Mr. Yao and Mr. Chang Guo
Everyone has eaten it, and they all praise it very much."
"Are they all up?" Zhu Su took a sip of porridge. "Where did Monk Yao go last night? Did we ask him?"
"Mr. Yao went to find the old abbot to shut up last night." Gou'er replied angrily. "I was praising him just now, saying that there are always masters living in seclusion in the mountains. Is the abbot a very knowledgeable Buddhist?"
"There is a layman who is extremely skilled in chess and has a very heroic stature. Mr. Yao suggested that the master of the palace could take this person in with his official position. He will be able to help him in a few months."