I don't know whether it was because Tulou was secretly adding fuel to the flames, or because a handful of masters who noticed the clues didn't control their words, but the news that the three masters had teamed up to sign Nangong's message seemed to be spreading extremely fast in the world. Except for the farthest place in the Great Yuandong Territory from Yizhang, many practitioners in other places are aware of this matter. The most talked about is what kind of methods this Nangong Mountain has, It can block what is undoubtedly the ultimate attack today; there are also many good people who have collected all kinds of old news in Nangong Mountain, and even the clues about Wu Shuang's solo fight against Wu Jue more than ten years ago have been found out.
It's not that they are afraid of it, but Shantao Rong, the leader of the Five Ultimates, has accumulated power for a long time. Nowadays, it is difficult to find an opponent. The fact that such a mountain gate that few people have heard of can be preserved is really surprising to everyone. Practitioners are amazed.
The news spread so quickly that even the two old monks in the Zhongtai Ancient Temple heard the news, so they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Zen Master Fukong specially gave Xu Jinyu two days to have a good rest.
"Come on, come on, it's raining outside today. I want to accompany my senior brother to play two games. It's time to take a break from the Buddhist scriptures and rest for a while." Zen Master Fukong was holding a very thick stone chessboard in one hand and couldn't help but say something. Stepping onto the third floor of the Sutra Collection Building, he gently placed the extremely heavy chessboard on the ground and shouted loudly.
"Senior brother, please shut up. The Sutra Pavilion is a pure place. Don't make any loud noises." Bu Hui slowly walked out from the row of sutra shelves in the building. His tone was still calm, but his face looked quite gloomy. , "I remember that senior brother has always been unwilling to play chess with me, saying that my chess skills are average and stable, and I can't compete with your wide open and close chess moves. Why do you come here to play chess with me this time?"
It wasn't until he saw his junior brother like this that Zen Master Fu Kong frowned. Just as he was about to speak in a deep voice, he was interrupted by Bu Hui, "Don't worry, it's just that you and I took turns destroying that Buddha treasure that day, and we lost too much." Just take a break and you'll be fine."
Although Bu Hui's face looked very bad and his steps were no longer steady than before, he smiled at this moment and said, "Senior brother is much older than me, but his character is always a bit inferior. He has practiced Buddhism intensively for many years, and he has traveled many times during this period. When you see all the people in the world, you should not be alarmed when things happen, but why is it still not getting better?"
The old abbot rolled his eyes and felt relieved, but he said hurriedly, "Aren't you worried that your body is weak? If you go to the West to enjoy the bliss alone, then who will I run against you in the future?"
Seeing that his senior brother's eyebrows were slightly brightened, he was happy to be disgraced. He sat on the futon and said, "Look at this, it seems that Nangong Mountain has not been destroyed by the master. At least the gate of the mountain still remains, and the people on the mountain still exist." There has never been any fear for one’s life, right or wrong?”
"That's natural. How can there be no reason why we can't stop you from taking action?" Fu Kong also sat down, took off his raincoat, shook the rain off his head, and then said again, "I don't know how prepared Nangong Mountain is. As a backhand, the Shantao Rong's tactics were indeed terrifying. You and I worked together to destroy the clams, but we didn't take any advantage at all, but they just retreated from the top of Nangong Mountain. Let's not mention what happens in the future, at least we survived for a while. Okay. When that Wu guy breaks through the realm, even if he can't beat that old guy for a while, he at least has the ability to protect himself. We are both in the fifth realm, and if we fight up the mountain, I think Shan Taorong will also have to weigh it."
Bu Hui smiled bitterly, "Senior brother, what you said doesn't sound like a monk, but like those outspoken people in the world. How can you cultivate Buddhism like this?"
The old abbot didn't care, and glared at his junior brother, "Why can't I cultivate? I have never broken the precepts, so how can I not cultivate Buddhism? At most, it's just to support an old friend and say a few angry words. It doesn't matter. Buddhism requires When repairing, old friends have to take care of it and don’t delay.”
"Come on, you can always curse and practice Buddhism. Junior Brother, go get the black and white pieces for Senior Brother. Don't get slapped again when the time comes. You are an old man, but you really can't bear Senior Brother's beating."
Rain was pouring down outside the building. Countless raindrops gathered from the eaves to the end. A line of silver light hung upside down, as continuous as a long needle through a hole. The surrounding rain curtain fell to the ground with a sound, falling to the ancient wind chime outside the window lattice. The old copper is hung with water, and the patina appears to be more vivid and green than usual. It comes and goes with the wind, and echoes slowly.
The two old monks did not close the window lattice, but took advantage of the cool spring breeze and listened to the rain.
"It's boring to say that playing chess with you is really boring." The older monk was still angry. The chess piece in his hand moved up and down several times, but it still hadn't been settled. He kept mumbling, "It's strange that you and I haven't studied it for many years. Chess record, why is it that when I talk to you now, I am even more forced to move forward or retreat? The situation is not as good as in previous years. I can at least charge and kill, but why is it not working today?"
The old monk opposite, who had a gloomy look but was now much calmer, smiled softly, "Senior Brother, the way of chess is very good. It pays attention to following one's heart and never accepts any restrictions. However, when encountering a chess move that only defends but does not attack, , it’s like a tiger crossing a stream, it has a place to set its foot, but it’s very difficult to cut off the water with its claws and thick tail.”
As expected, as Bu Hui said, the black and white stones on the chessboard were mixed together. Although the leading black stones were pressing hard, they were trapped by the white stones. The offensive was completely invisible. Instead, it was as if there was no quagmire. It looked extremely embarrassing.
"Speaking of which, the treasure of our Zhongtai Temple has been revealed. Brother, aren't you worried that the Buddhist monks will come to ask for it?" Bu Hui saw that the old abbot was still reluctant to give up, so he asked first, "After all, it is the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, and its weight is Being too heavy has led many Buddhists to do wrong things, which is understandable."
"They asked for a mallet for the treasure passed down from my Zhongtai ancient temple," the old abbot hummed, lowered one hand, moved a white piece without leaving a trace, and continued, "In the past, it was said that all Buddhists in the world are one family, why do you say so again? Don’t mention it? It has to be placed in a big temple to call it the Seven Treasures of Buddhism? It’s ridiculous.”
Bu Hui wiped his face silently, pursed his lips and said, "Next time, don't talk with tea in your mouth. Besides, if you really are not good at chess, just regret a few moves on your own. Why bother to hide it? After all, you are the abbot of the temple, so you should pay more attention to it." Words and deeds are good things.”
The old abbot coughed twice and said, "I can't stop playing anymore. I'm bored. Playing chess with you is so frustrating. I have nowhere to use my strength. It's better to take some time to discuss some serious matters."
"Brother, please speak. Junior brother, please listen." Bu Hui sat on the futon and suddenly remembered that many, many years ago, in this ancient temple, a little monk without shoes sat cross-legged under the old tree, shaking his head. , teaching a younger monk a lesson in a serious manner.
However, the teachings were not about Buddhist scriptures, let alone Buddhist reasoning, but about how to fight with others to have a greater chance of winning.
The years of a century pass by in a hurry, just like the fine dust on an ancient bell before the wind.
