How can ordinary people measure the true king's teachings?
Among the cultivators present, every time one of the cultivators picked up the black piece and lowered his eyes, the white piece would naturally fly out of the chess holder and fall onto the chessboard. After only a dozen moves, many monks already had sad faces on their faces. Color, falling into hard meditation.
As a true disciple of Dinghu Mountain, Zhuo Hansheng often played chess and swords, but this was the first time he had the chance to talk to Guangcheng Zhenjun.
He was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he collected his mind first, calmed down for a while, swept away all the thoughts, and felt that his mind was alert and his thoughts were flowing together. Then he picked up a black stone and moved it to a corner of the chessboard.
As Zhuo Hansheng dropped the stone, a white stone flew out naturally and fell casually, like an antelope hanging its horns, the road was clear, instantly bringing people into a state where there is nothing else outside the heart.
It's as if you are alone, sitting on a cliff. Below the cliff is the boundless sea. The waves hit the cliff shore, the tide is roaring, and it will roll up at any time.
In this scene, Zhuo Hansheng seems to be unaware, his moves are very fast, and the white moves never stop responding. Every move he makes is not only a layout, but also a test and reminder of his Taoism.
This feeling is indescribable, but every time I answer it, it is not only to show off the tricks, but also to explain and sort out the Taoism.
In Zhuo Hansheng's heart, he had absolute confidence in his Taoism. Every time the white piece fell, he did not think about it. He just followed the answer in his heart and responded with one piece. In a matter of seconds, he played dozens of moves back and forth. .
Suddenly, as a white stone fell, a voice suddenly sounded, as if the sound of heaven sounded from the horizon, rolling in, deafening, and seemed to come from the deepest part of the soul. Asking yourself, it makes people tangled.
Zhuo Hansheng, what does pursuing your own way have to do with others?
Since it has nothing to do with others, the answer is really obvious, but Zhuo Hansheng's move stopped.
Since it has nothing to do with others, why is he always secretly unhappy that Dinghu is full of handsome people, no, it should be said that with his outstanding excellence, in the eyes of the real people in the family, he is not as good as an outsider?
It has nothing to do with others, why does Zhuo Hansheng aim to be among the top eight, why does he constantly push himself with the name of Dinghu's best, why is he always secretly comparing with Jin Yuan, compared with Li Chengzhen, compared with Zhong Shenxiu, compared with Xu Zhuang compares...
Zhuo Hansheng suddenly smiled and dropped the cloud onto the chessboard.
Yes, in his heart, he does take these comparisons very seriously, not because he is jealous of others, not because he loves false fame, but because he is outstanding and conscious that he is never inferior to others.
If he is praised by others, if he stands alone, he will not be satisfied with his ambitions. He should reflect on himself three times. If he is not favored by others, if he is temporarily at the bottom, he will have to catch up and always strive for the top.
It doesn’t matter whether you care or not, it’s still your own practice, so there’s no need to be confused.
Playing chess and playing Tao, asking questions about the method, and also about the heart and nature, as the moves were intertwined, Zhuo Hansheng was not the only one who was stagnant.
But when the court was filled with solemnity, Guangcheng Zhenjun, on the case of the immoral Taoist, personally picked up the cloud from the chess set and dropped it into his hand. He said with a faint smile: "My little friend, I have listened to the Tao for a long time, and I have made great progress in Taoism." It’s not small.”
The wicked Taoist never thought that Zhenjun Guangcheng would remember such a junior like him, and he responded respectfully: "Thank you Zhenjun for your compliments."
Guangcheng Zhenjun smiled slightly and signaled to Taoist Wude that there was no need to be polite. Taoist Wude thought for a moment and blocked his hand.
Guangcheng Zhenjun played the game with determination and kept making moves. He asked casually: "I heard that I want to open a Bu Tianzhai in Weiyun Immortal City?"
The wicked Taoist was slightly taken aback and hurriedly responded: "It is true that my senior fellow apprentices and Daji and Daxi do have the intention to open a Bu Tianzhai in Weiyun Immortal City."
"This is a very good thing." Zhenjun Guangcheng said with a smile: "What you have discussed with Shuquan, Pindao can take care of it on your behalf."
Taoist Wude couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this. With the conduct and wealth of Taoist Wude, it would not be difficult to open Bu Tian Zhai in the Weiyun Immortal City, but he wanted to become the 12th Immortal Pavilion endorsed by Guangcheng Taoist Temple. , but it is not simple.
But what they wanted to do when they opened Bu Tianzhai was never the business of ordinary monks, so the endorsement of credibility was particularly important. Therefore, they had been quarreling with the lord of Weiyun Immortal City, Shuquan Zhenren, a disciple of Guangcheng Zhenjun, recently.
Although Guangcheng Zhenjun usually doesn't care about such mundane things, he will naturally stick to his word.
However, while the wicked Taoist was happy, he couldn't help but have some doubts as to why Guangcheng Zhenjun personally took care of such a trivial matter.
Guangcheng Zhenjun seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled slightly, and said: "It's just that the cause will lead to the result, so don't worry about it, little friend." Immediately after, a child suddenly dropped, and he said: "My little friend has lost."
The wicked Taoist glanced at the chessboard. Sure enough, Heizi was exhausted. He hurriedly said respectfully: "Thank you, Zhenjun, for your guidance."
Guangcheng Zhenjun just nodded lightly and walked away, but did not return to his seat. Instead, he walked into the arena and patrolled with great interest.
The wicked Taoist came back to his senses and suddenly remembered something. At that time, before he had achieved Yuan Shen, Master Yi Taoist had given a disciple of Guangcheng Zhenjun's disciple the Purple Tribulation Pearl Fruit, which enabled him to avoid calamity for three thousand six hundred years. as long as.
However, it seemed that the real person did not survive the thunder tribulation after all, and his body and soul disappeared, so the wicked Taoist did not take this matter to heart. Thinking about it today, maybe it was because of this good cause that I got this result.
When the wicked Taoist was thinking about it, a message suddenly came to his ears. He looked back and saw a proud smile on the face of the great evil master, and sneered: "Wide kid, you are really not good at cultivation, and you lost so quickly. Don’t talk about Yuanshen Zhengzong again in the future, so as not to be embarrassed!”
The so-called playing chess and playing the Tao is like discussing the Tao. Of course, if it is more serious, who here can discuss the Tao with Guangcheng Zhenjun? Therefore, it is more appropriate to say that it is a comparison.
Since it is a test, there will naturally be highs and lows. The higher the practice, the slower and less you lose. The wicked Taoist usually makes excuses for Da Ji Zhenren not being able to authenticate the Yuanshen. Now he got the handle. Suddenly I became interested and wanted to point out the shameful and immoral Taoist.
The wicked Taoist rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention. Master Daxi wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but he simply blocked the message from Master Daxi. Master Daxi couldn't succeed, and he didn't dare to make any noise, so he couldn't help but feel angry for a moment.
After a while, Master Baiyun and Master Daji also got out of the chess game one after another. Master Baiyun still had a look of pity on his face, as did Master Daji, but before he could think about it for a moment, he suddenly noticed something, and went to the chessboard of the wicked Taoist As soon as he looked at it, the corner of his lips curled up and he said mockingly: "You are a wicked boy, you are really not good at cultivation..."
Impatient with his annoyance, the wicked Taoist waved his sleeves and told the conversation between Guangcheng Zhenjun and him just now. Daji Zhenren suddenly choked and said after a while: "Are you serious?"
In fact, there was no need to answer. He also knew that Taoist Wicked would not dare to lie about this matter, so he felt a little happy for a moment. Just as he was about to lower his face and praise a few words, Taoist Wicked suddenly said: "The incident of Bu Tianzhai came about because of my Yi Taoist lineage. I think the owner of the restaurant doesn’t need to consider you two anymore.”
"What?" Master Daji was excited and immediately said: "No, absolutely not. The position of the Zhai Master only depends on the level of magic! Whoever picks the Purple Tribulation Pearl Fruit will be the Zhai Master. This has been decided for a long time! "
Master Da Xi hurriedly responded: "Not bad!"
The wicked Taoist curled his lips and responded: "There is no difference in the outcome, it's up to you."
Master Daji said disdainfully: "It's such a big statement."
When the two were bickering, people in the dojo were also getting out of the chess game one after another. This does not mean that their cultivation is still higher than that of the real person Yuanshen, but because the real person's Yuan Shen is moving, and is different from Yuanying. The monks were very different. They were very determined in their moves and made extremely fast moves. In a short time, they had already played hundreds or dozens of moves.
Of course, at this point, you can surrender.
At this time, some of the Yuanying monks who escaped from the chess game could only play more than a dozen moves, and they were sweating and dizzy. They often struggled for a long time and still couldn't figure out the solution. As a result, within a few rounds, it was over. Out...
Of course, there is a difference in practice between Nascent Soul monks, but in front of True Lord Chunyang, there seems to be no difference. In just a moment, almost all the monks in the dojo have withdrawn from the chess game, leaving only five people. After persisting, he suddenly attracted the attention of many people.
These five people happened to be sitting in two places, one of which was Zhuo Hansheng and Jin Yuanzai.
"Click!" At this moment, Zhuo Hansheng made a move, with a cheerful smile on his face. After questioning his heart and nature, he moved forward without any trouble, and he never expected that he would end up making a mistake in a simple matter. On the question of refining Qi.
Testing is also a layout, and making a move is also a response. Zhuo Hansheng made a wrong move, and his mood suddenly disappeared. When he looked at the chessboard, he saw that he had reached a dead end with at least two or three moves, so he smiled casually and threw the move. Accept defeat.
"Dinghu's most outstanding person is truly worthy of his reputation."
At this time, a voice of appreciation suddenly came to his ears. Zhuo Hansheng looked sideways and saw a fellow disciple of Mizhen Dao. Many of the people listening here were fellow disciples of the two families who were descended from Zhenjun Guangcheng. He also Unexpectedly, he raised his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, that's a ridiculous compliment."
The fellow disciple smiled slightly and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are ranked among the top five among the people here. How can you not say that you are profound in Taoism?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Hansheng raised his eyebrows and looked around, only to realize that there were indeed four people still in the chess game, one of them in particular was Chang Hua.
Although Chang Hua is known as the Eight Beauties of Dinghu, he usually remains quiet and rarely displays very profound Taoism. Therefore, his ability to persist until now not only surprised Zhuo Han, but also surprised many of his fellow disciples.
Zhuo Hansheng thought: "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Chang would not show his face in person. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid he has already perfected the Nascent Soul."
However, he also knew that Changhua had been practicing for hundreds of years longer than him. Although there were some surprises, they were fleeting and his eyes fell on the remaining people.
As expected by Zhuo Hansheng, the remaining three people were Jin Yuanzai, Zhong Shenxiu, Xu Zhuang, and Cen Fenghong, who had withdrawn from the chess game. There were still thoughts on their faces, as if they were still sorting things out.
"The Taoist skills of these three people are indeed extremely powerful." Zhuo Hansheng faced up to his own feelings of comparison, but he did not have any inappropriate emotions. He just thought to himself: "I wonder who of the remaining ones will withdraw from the chess game first?"
While he was thinking about it, Lord Guangcheng suddenly came over and stood behind Changhua with his hands behind his back. He looked at his move and nodded slightly. Seeing this, Zhuo Hansheng couldn't help being surprised and thought to himself: "Could it be Changhua?" Senior brother, can you persist until the end?"
When he thought about it, Jin Yuanzai and Changhua had already cultivated the third level of Nascent Soul, and it was natural for them to be profound in Taoism. Although Zhong Shenxiu and Xu Zhuang were powerful, they should not be far behind him.
So if Changhua could persist until the end, it would not be beyond his expectations.
But not long after, Changhua seemed to be aware of it after he dropped a piece. He shook his head slightly, picked up the two pieces and threw them onto the chessboard to admit defeat before walking another two pieces.
Obviously, many people in the field had different ideas from Zhuo Hansheng. Seeing Changhua withdrawing from the chess game, some people couldn't help but let out a sigh. After all, except for Changhua, the other three were all unfamiliar faces, so they couldn't help but give birth to them. Surprised.
However, Guangcheng Zhenjun did not take it seriously. Instead, he smiled lightly and praised: "Not bad."
Before Changhua could be flattered, Guangcheng Zhenjun turned around and looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Seeing this situation, before everyone could change their thoughts, they suddenly heard Jin Yuan sighing softly on the other side and put down his hand.
But except for Zhuo Hansheng, no one else paid attention to it. Lord Guangcheng looked at Zhong Shenxiu's chessboard and showed a faint smile. He picked up a white stone and pressed it on the chessboard.
Zhong Shenxiu originally made moves like the wind and was assisted by a god. After a few moments of counting by those watching, he found that he had moved nearly a hundred moves, seemingly without any hindrance. He had no idea how profound the Taoism was.
However, at this time, after Guangcheng Zhenjun made a move, Zhong Shenxiu's move suddenly stopped and fell into deep contemplation for a long time.
Seeing this, everyone did not feel strange, but instead envied them. Although they were all talking to the True Lord, since the True Lord had done this, it was obvious that the operation of Taoism was very different. It was such a great opportunity to have the True Lord personally guide him. In fact, It is enviable.
However, this was not over yet. Zhong Shenxiu was stumped by the sight of Guangcheng Zhenjun's move, and he turned back to look at the chessboard in Xuzhuang. There was a hint of strange color deep in his eyes.
"Interesting, I didn't expect that two very interesting juniors would come today." Zhenjun Guangcheng smiled slightly, picked up a piece, dropped it on the chessboard, and said to himself: "He is troubled by falsehoods, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Do you know how difficult it is for you to be dissatisfied?"
However, Xu Zhuang's reaction at this time was completely different from Zhong Shenxiu's. He always had to think for a moment every time he made a move. Although it was stable and orderly, it seemed that it was not as fast and violent as Zhong Shenxiu's.
But at this moment, when he saw Guangcheng Zhenjun's piece falling, although he was immersed in the realm of chess, a smile appeared on his face, and he dropped the piece in the center of the chessboard without thinking.
Tianyuan!
Guangcheng Zhenjun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and took a careful look at Xu Zhuang.
"Good boy, you are indeed greedy." He thought about it carefully and couldn't help laughing, thinking: "Well, since it is in line with one's own heart, it may not be a ladder to the sky, but it will be difficult and dangerous, so I'm afraid it won't be easy."
"Since you are destined to play chess with me, Pindao will not hesitate to lend a helping hand. Otherwise, I will inevitably call you Zhenjun Yushou and say Pindao is stingy."
(End of chapter)
