After walking out of the monastery, I got on a black carriage and walked toward the mountains for only a moment when I saw an ancient pavilion in the forest.
This pavilion does not chill Guqing in the autumn wind, because it is too tall, as high as an ordinary three-story building, with huge beams and eaves, standing majestically among the red and yellow leaves, and it looks quite imposing.
The second game of Washan's three games of chess took place in this pavilion.
Monk Guanhai led everyone to the Qiuting Pavilion and stopped. Because the chaos in front of Huyue Stream was cancelled, there were still many practitioners in the place, but no one dared to speak loudly.
The Buddha's chariot stopped more than ten feet away from the Autumn Pavilion. The leader of the Discipline Hall of the Hanging Temple behind the curtain remained silent, but he didn't know how many eyes were secretly looking at him.
Ning Que said by the stream that if he and Sang Sang had not passed, then no one else could. The eminent monk of Xuankong Temple actually seemed to act accordingly.
I don't know if it was because of this that Qu Ni Madi, who was under the Buddha's chariot, looked at the black carriage with more and more hatred, while the expression of the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia was still so indifferent.
There was an old monk in the Qiuting, and he must have presided over the second game of chess.
This old monk was wearing a monk's robe made of plain cloth. His face was deeply wrinkled and densely covered with branches hanging down like autumn branches hanging fruits. He seemed to be much older than the old monk in yellow beside Huyue Stream.
The old monk in the pavilion first bowed to the Buddhist chariot in the distance.
I could faintly see the figure of the eminent monk in the Buddhist chariot leaning forward slightly, as if he was solemnly returning the greeting.
The old monk looked at the black carriage under the pavilion again and said: "The daughter of light and the thirteenth gentleman of the academy have come to Washan. The old temple and pavilion are very honored."
Ning Que didn't know the old monk's identity and seniority, so he thought about his previous introspection and returned the greeting.
The old monk added: "Aunt Yuelun Guoqu, Mr. Jiange Cheng, both book lovers and flower lovers are here, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty is here. Washan has not seen such a grand scene for many years, which makes people sigh."
The old monk spoke with emotion, but in fact his voice was indifferent and mechanical. He just called out the big names who came to Washan just like a roll call. There was no feeling of emotion. The honor he said was probably just polite.
After finishing the polite remarks, we got to the main topic.
The old monk didn't say much and sat down quietly in a corner of the Autumn Pavilion.
There is a huge wooden chessboard in front of him.
There is a wooden fork placed opposite the chessboard, and a curtain hangs from the pavilion to the ground.
The second game of the three games of chess in Washan is always a chess game. Judging from the shape of the wooden fork, it should be used to place stones on the big chessboard. The curtain looks very thick, what is it used for?
The old monk was already ready for the game and sent out an invitation with his actions.
The people outside the Autumn Pavilion remained extremely quiet. No one walked towards the pavilion.
People all want to pass the test of chess and reach the top of Mount Washan.
You must know that the last game of chess on the top of the mountain was most likely hosted by Master Qishan himself. So even if you are not the destined person selected by the master, it is a great blessing to be able to play a game with the master.
The reason why no one walked towards the pavilion at this time was not because they didn't want to try hard, but because the people in the black carriage had not spoken yet.
Even if they wanted to play chess with the old monk, they couldn't get ahead of him.
The black carriage slowly moved again and did not stop until it reached the stone steps of Qiuting Pavilion.
The old monk looked at the black carriage, and suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still as calm as water. He said slowly: "I heard that by the Tiger Leaping Stream earlier, the daughter of light could make me unlucky by the calculation of heaven.
The accomplished junior brother returned home in a disastrous defeat, and he must have achieved extraordinary feats on the chessboard."
Listening to these words, Ning Que thought that Lanke Temple was indeed very popular in chess. Even the reclusive elders who had practiced to the point of calmness were unwilling to admit defeat in this aspect. It must be a tough battle later. He couldn't help but feel slightly worried.
However, what he didn't expect was that after a slight pause, the old monk in the pavilion said slowly: "If you can figure out the secrets of heaven, why bother to figure out the secrets on the scale? Mr. Thirteen, you can take the Daughter of Light up the mountain by yourself."
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Ning Que was slightly startled. He turned around and said a few words to the carriage.
I don't know what Sang Sang said in the car. He shook his head. Then he turned around and said, "I came to Washan to seek medical advice. Naturally, I have to abide by the rules of worshiping the mountain. This game of chess must still be played."
Hearing this, the practitioners next to Qiuting were shocked. They thought that at Huyue Stream, you were so tough and tried to break through the mountain. How could you have any rules in your eyes, but you have to abide by the rules at this time?
Monk Guanhai was also puzzled. He looked at Ning Que blankly. The abbot of Lanke Temple was even more dissatisfied. He secretly said that it is unreasonable to be so arrogant in front and respectful in the back. What do you think of the quietness of my Buddhist sect?
Ning Que was naturally aware of people's reactions, but he had no choice because Sang Sang had previously said that she really wanted to play this game of chess, and she even thought about going to the top of the mountain later to play a third game of chess with Master Qishan.
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If it were in the past, Ning Que would definitely not pay attention to her thoughts and let the black car leave Qiuting and go straight to the top of the mountain. However, it is different now. He clearly knows what the little girl is thinking. Since he can still hold on mentally, let's get off. As long as
She was happy, it didn't matter whether she lost or won the game.
The mountains were getting higher and the autumn wind was getting colder. He took out his college winter clothes from the carriage, covered Sangsang in it, half-carried him into the Qiuting Pavilion, looked at the old monk, and said: "She is a little weak, Master.
Sorry."
The old monk said: "The patient should be treated, why do you have to do this?"
Ning Que said: "Patients always have the right to eat two more candies, and I can't help it."
The old monk laughed, and the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly like forest branches blown by the wind, and said: "I have practiced pure inaction in my life, but I can't completely get rid of the mentality of winning or losing. In fact, I also want to do this."
A game of chess.”
Ning Que couldn't help laughing after hearing this, thinking 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 a black blouse, pointed to the thick curtain opposite the chessboard, and said: "Since you are a patient, you can just sit inside wherever the wind blows."
After hearing this, Ning Que took Sangsang behind the curtains and discovered that the curtains were actually made of thick cotton. They were hung from the pavilion to the ground and covered the surrounding area. Not even a breath of wind could escape.
There are extremely thick straw mats and a cotton blanket. There is a gap in front of the curtain, which allows you to have a panoramic view of the large chessboard in the pavilion.
He didn't expect Lanke Temple to have such thorough preparations. Ning Que no longer had to worry about Sangsang being blown by the wind, and was very satisfied. However, suddenly he thought of another thing, and his mood suddenly became tense.
The most vulnerable thing for a practitioner is the body. Facing hundreds of feather arrows from ordinary people, even a strong person in the Dongxuan Realm can only be shot to death. However, after all, a practitioner can sense the vitality of heaven and earth. So it is different from ordinary people.
Compared with people, it is extremely difficult to get sick, such as wind and cold. I believe that the practitioners outside Qiuting at this time are not very afraid of wind.
So who is this curtain in the Autumn Pavilion prepared for?
Of course it is Sangsang.
Only then did Ning Que understand that Lanke Temple had already prepared for what happened today. He even confirmed that the person who broke the situation was Sangsang and not himself. If it was the former, it was because the academy had already sent a letter to Master Qishan.
Luzhong, how do you explain the latter? Could it be that Master Qishan really has the ability to predict the unknown?
Just when he was frowning and thinking about this matter, the voice of the Southern Jin chess master sounded outside the curtain: "My eyesight is not very good. Can I take a closer look? I can also make a judgment for you."
The old monk looked at this man from the Southern Jin Dynasty who came in uninvited and asked calmly: "Do you know chess?"
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty smiled slightly and said, "I understand a little bit."
The old monk seemed very satisfied with his answer and asked again: "Which monastery do you study in?"
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty looked slightly serious and responded: "My master Xu Chu."
The old monk said: "It turns out to be Xu Chu. How does your current chess skill compare with him?"
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty responded: "My master is old and I can win with all my strength."
The old monk nodded and said: "Then you do know some chess."
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty was extremely proud of his chess skills. He said he had some understanding before, but it was just a reserved statement, but he didn't expect that the old monk actually thought so. He couldn't help but feel annoyed.
He has only served three people on the chessboard in his life. One is a palace chess master from Yuelun Kingdom who suddenly disappeared, and the other is the Dongming Master of Lanke Temple who is rumored to have passed away long ago. The one he admires and respects the most is himself.
His predecessor in the Southern Jin Dynasty was the legendary Master Song Qian. Apart from these three, the other chess players were completely out of his sight, so even if he discovered that Sangsang had the power of fortune, he still wanted to win.
She is a student.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty was so angry that he wanted to have a good argument with the old monk. However, looking at the old monk's old face, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason and completely forgot about the argument.
He confirmed that he had never seen this old monk.
But he always felt that the old monk's face looked familiar, as if he had seen it countless times before.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty thought hard, but he couldn't remember it.
At this moment, the second game of Washan's three games of chess officially began.
The old monk looked at the curtain and asked calmly: "Daughter of light, what color do you want to choose?"
Sangsang's voice soon came from the curtain, without any hesitation, as if there was no need for any thinking.
"black."
Listening to Sangsang's answer, the old monk's body shook slightly. His old face showed extremely complex emotions. He looked at the thick curtain and sighed with unspeakable regret.
Behind the curtain, Sangsang also heard this sigh.
When she walked into the Qiuting Pavilion and saw the kindness and kindness of the old monk, she felt close to him. At this moment, hearing the regret in the other man's sigh, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and asked softly: "Can't you choose the black chess piece?"
The old monk shook his head slowly, as if he was still a little unwilling, and looked at the curtain and asked: "In the first game of Washan, the players can only choose white, and those who can pass the first game will often have some psychological hints, and choose white.
I can keep winning, but I don’t know why the daughter of light chose... black chess without hesitation?"
Sangsang said: "Because black moved first and was extremely dominant, I chose black."
The old monk was a little surprised to hear this answer.
At this moment, the chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty finally found some scenes from many years ago in his memories. He looked at the old monk as if he saw a ghost, and said in a trembling voice: "When I was a child in the dojo, I saw your...
…portrait."
"You, you...are Master Dongming! Aren't you dead?"
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(This is the third chapter. The fourth chapter should be written before three o'clock.)