Master Liaoyuan sat upright and said: "When the poor monk was burning incense this morning, he saw the fragrance mist shaped like lotus flowers. He thought it was a distinguished guest coming, so he prepared tea here to wait for the guests."
Fang Zilan didn't speak, just picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Mo Han on the side also took a sip of tea like her.
"Master's tea is indeed good." Fang Zilan slowly put down the tea cup, "But..."
She didn't say any more. Master Liaoyuan smiled slightly and said, "Master Fang, you might as well just say it."
"Although this tea is good, it was picked at the wrong time, so it will inevitably taste astringent." Fang Zilan said lightly: "If we wait a few more days, we can get spring tea, and then cook it like this, it will be excellent."
"This tea was sent by His Majesty." Master Liaoyuan still had a smile on his face, "I really didn't expect Your Majesty to be so impatient."
There was something in his words, and Fang Zilan's expression tightened, "Master, what do you mean by this?"
"It's just a casual chat, Master Fang, don't be nervous." Master Lioyuan suppressed a smile and said warmly: "I wonder why Master Fang came here today?"
Fang Zilan said calmly: "Listen to the sutra and meditate."
"Master Fang has something on his mind. Even if he is listening to the scriptures, I'm afraid it will be difficult to calm down." Master Liaoyuan said: "But since Master Fang is here at Baiye Temple, the poor monk should relieve Master Fang's worries."
Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows, "I wonder how Master can relieve my worries?"
"Master Fang is a man who fights and kills. He is good at arranging troops and forming formations. He is best suited to talk over chess." Master Liaoyuan bowed and said, "Master Fang, would you like to have a game with me?"
"It's not that I don't want to." Fang Zilan looked embarrassed, "It's just that I don't know how to play chess, and I don't even know the rules well."
"It doesn't matter. Playing chess is like fighting between two armies. Lord Fang, just follow your heart." Master Liaoyuan stood up and took the chessboard and chess box over.
Fang Zilan was hesitant. After Master Lioyuan set up the chessboard, he smiled and said, "Master Fang is acting as if he is facing a powerful enemy, which seems reckless for a poor monk."
"Master, you are serious." Fang Zilan took a chess box and put it at hand, reached out and took out a chess piece, holding it tightly in his hand.
"That's all, I don't want to make things difficult for Master Fang." Master Lioyuan looked at Mo Han and said, "If Master Fang really doesn't want to, you can ask Mr. Mo next to you to help."
"Help?" Fang Zilan was stunned and blurted out: "Master, are you going to fight one against two?"
Master Liaoyuan nodded slightly, "It's not a bad idea."
Fang Zilan laughed dumbly, "Master may not know that my cousin has been in chess since he was a child and dare not say he is proficient in chess, but..."
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence and changed her voice, "It doesn't matter whether we win or lose in our heart-to-heart talk. It's because I'm rigid. Now that the master has spoken, Mo Han, please come with me."
After she said that, she placed the chess box between the two of them. Mo Han said hello and Master Lioyuan said, "Please."
Fang Zilan placed the first piece without any hesitation. Master Liao Yuan immediately placed the piece, and Mo Han twisted one piece and placed it next to her.
Among the three, Fang Zilan made the quickest move, almost every time without thinking. After Mo Han met Master Yuan, he would make up for any deficiencies, so he was the slowest one to make moves.
As for Master Liaoyuan, although the first few moves were a little slower, he did not rush or slow in the subsequent moves, maintaining his own rhythm and being quite leisurely.
In less than an hour, the chessboard was filled with three people. Fang Zilan took a deep breath and was about to remove the losing chess piece, but was stopped by Master Yuan.
Fang Zilan retracted her hand, raised her eyes and looked over, "Master, do you think the situation is anxious and there is no need to fight anymore?"
"One is that the situation is indeed tense. The other is..." Master Lioyuan paused as he spoke, "The poor monk already knows the thoughts of Mr. Fang and Mr. Mo, and there is no intention of fighting again."
"Oh?" Fang Zilan's eyes flashed with curiosity, "Master, please give me some advice."
"Master Fang has a strong mind and grasps the overall situation properly. Mr. Mo is meticulous and pays attention to the details." Master Liaoyuan sighed: "You two cooperate well, I am ashamed of myself."
"It's very rare for a master to fight one against two." Fang Zilan said apologetically: "Mo Han and I bullied the minority with the greater number. Even if we win, we won't win with force."
"Master Fang is a little more focused on winning." Li Yuan said noncommittally: "On the battlefield, chasing victory is normal. But if it is normal, there is no need to be too obsessed with winning. People have no permanent power, and water has no permanent shape. Eight wins The winner is the one who loses seven times.”
Fang Zilan pondered for a moment and then said: "Thank you, Master, for the tip. I understand."
Master Liaoyuan smiled faintly and said, "Master Fang is a man of wisdom. He can understand everything with just a few words. A poor monk has nothing to say."
"In that case, I won't disturb the master any more." Fang Zilan bowed and left. Mo Han also bowed and left with her.
Master Liaoyuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the criss-crossed black and white pieces on the chessboard. As if he accidentally dropped a piece, the situation had changed dramatically.
He murmured to himself: "Is this your plan to bring a new kid into the game? Is this new kid really under your control?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chess pieces that had just been placed had been replaced by him. Among the large chess pieces of the same color, one chess piece of a different color is particularly eye-catching.
He took a deep breath and looked at the chessboard in front of him steadily. There were too many variables. I'm just afraid that the result won't be what anyone wants.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the door. It was clear that Fang Zilan and Mo Han were no longer there, but he still stared for a long time.
It wasn't until the young novice monk guarding the door came in and bowed, that he looked away, "Master Fang and Mr. Mo have left the temple?"
"Not yet." The young novice replied: "The two of them are going to the back mountain."
"Back Mountain..." Master Liaoyuan repeated these two words in a low voice, and then heard the young novice say: "Miluo's loyal prince is also in the Back Mountain at the moment."
Murong Qing? Master Liaoyuan frowned slightly. Miluo was different from Dajing in that there were not many people worshiping Buddha. However, this loyal prince is unexpectedly pious. He always comes to Baiye Temple to offer incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month...
Miluo, Mu clan, Zhongzheng King Murongxun...
Many thoughts came to his mind, and Master Liaoyuan closed his eyes, feeling as if he was in another world.
It turns out that so long has passed.
He opened his eyes and groped for the scar on his arm through the sleeves of his robe, with a dark expression on his face.
Finally, he finally said: "Prince Zhongzheng has a precious status and cannot make any mistakes. Come with me to the back mountain to have a look."
The young novice left in response, but before he reached the back hill, he heard Fang Zilan's voice, "These are all young men from aristocratic families, but they don't behave like aristocratic families. Such bullying, if it spreads, it will be a disgrace to the family, right?" "
"Master Fang, Murong Qing made rude remarks first, how can we be considered as bullying others?" As soon as one of them said this, the others all agreed, "Yes, in my capital, the capital of the capital, we are still so arrogant, really think that I am Is there no one in Dajing?"
