"Amitabha, the layman is very good at chess." Yao Guangxiao raised his eyes to look at the fat monk, his expression changing slightly. Originally, I only thought that this layman had a rough appearance and thought he was a fierce general and a reckless man, but I didn't expect that when this man played chess, he had the tendency to open and close with a look of disdain.
Although he doesn't pay much attention to the details, he can always grasp the opportunity on the chessboard. Although the chess moves are wide open and closed, he can always hit the weak points, revealing his indomitable courage. Just like Gan Ning who attacked Wei with a hundred cavalry, although he was rough and arrogant, he was still a good general.
"Monk Dao Yan, you are not a mortal!" The fat monk also raised his head and praised Yao Guangxiao sincerely. He had been fighting for a long time, and even though it was just a game of chess, he had not felt this happy for a long time, and his eyes could not 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, and he couldn't help but feel compassion on his face. Immediately closed his eyes. Continue chanting the Purana Sutra in a low voice.
Yao Guangxiao has always prided himself on his intelligence. Although he was called the famous "demon monk" by later generations, he seemed to be so scheming, but he also had a desire to win. Except for being defeated for a while when Zhu Su revealed the "Dragon Slaying Technique", how had he ever admitted defeat at any other time?
"Although you, the black dragon, have gained some respect, you will be killed by the white dragon in just a moment."
"Monk, can you admit defeat?"
The fat monk said proudly.
"It's just a temporary success or failure, how can we call him a hero." Yao Guangxiao was unmoved, his eyes scanned the chessboard, suddenly smiled, and raised his hand to play a piece.
"Huh?"
Although this move was not a masterstroke, it 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, one for you and the other for me, but neither of them said a word. Apart from the sound of the old monk chanting sutras in a low voice, there was only the sound of falling children in the moonlight.
"Phew! No more!"
"Monk Daoyan, what a dirty trick!"
But it was the fat monk who was the first to surrender. Although he admitted defeat, he still said mockingly. "You proclaim the name of Buddha and claim to be a Buddhist, but when you play chess, you behave like this."
"Specialized in cutting off people's retreats and refusing to engage in head-on confrontation. All they do is resort to tricks and tricks to fish in troubled waters."
"Isn't this what a man does?"
"Amitabha." Yao Guangxiao said with neither joy nor sadness on his face: "In chaos, there are opportunities for talented people to show themselves."
"The layman is extremely brave. In a head-to-head confrontation, no one in the world can stop him."
"The young monk is so eager to win that he has no choice but to use these clandestine methods to stir up trouble."
But he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, who exactly was this fat layman? He actually played a chess game like a battle formation.
If he hadn't been bent on strangling Heizi Dalong and got an opening, otherwise the outcome would still be uncertain.
This layman may be careless in chess, but he must be extremely proficient in military strategy. If you play chess with a military strategist's method, you can play like this.
But I don’t know where the sacred person is, wandering in the grass?
He was just guessing in his mind when he heard the old abbot say to the fat monk: "Businessman, you are obsessed with your appearance."
"It's just a chess game. How can you harbor resentment and hurt others with bad words because of it?"
"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 calligraphy, but there were often those who were very evil and evil, and could write straight and square calligraphy in one hand."
"Cai Jing, Qin Hui, etc. are all like this."
"Isn't it as absurd to use chess to see people as to use words to see people?"
The fat monk bowed his head and listened to the instructions from the moment the old abbot opened his mouth. After listening, he nodded in agreement, and the resentment on his face disappeared. "Monk Daoyan, we don't hesitate to say what we say."
"It is our sin to speak carelessly and violate the precepts of anger."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands together. But in his heart, he couldn't help but laugh at his own thoughts. The old monk's words seemed to be talking about the fat layman, but by some strange combination of circumstances, they also hit him, Yao Guangxiao.
Indeed, it’s so funny to judge other people’s character and ability from a chess game... but I am also caught in the same trap. Thinking of this, he clasped his hands and said to the old monk: "Senior Brother said it is true. The young monk has also been taught."
"Amitabha." The old monk nodded slowly and announced the Buddha's name, but then continued: "It is getting late now. The noble man in front of me does not see my fellow practitioners at night, so I am afraid that my disciples will be worried."
"Fellow practitioners, please go and rest first. In the morning tomorrow, I will prepare a fast meal for you and the fellow practitioners."
Hearing the different meaning in the old monk's words, Yao Guangxiao straightened up and clasped his hands 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.
"Bulk, you shouldn't have been like that just now." The old abbot still closed his eyes tightly, unable to see the sadness or joy.
"Didn't we get on top of it..." The fat layman was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and then looked at the solitary lamp that was gradually going away.
"That monk is not a mere mortal."
"When we traveled all over the world, we only met one such powerful figure in Buddhism."
"But I don't know whose noble family can have such a powerful monk to help him..."
"Amitabha." The old abbot whispered. "Now that you have entered Buddhism, you, a layman, have nothing to do with those worldly matters."
"Why worry so much? Go and rest, go and rest, why not just sit back and sleep."
"This is extremely reasonable!"
The fat monk smiled boldly, no longer worried, stood up, opened the door and went to the woodshed to rest.
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"Who wakes up from a big dream first? I know it all my life. If you sleep enough in the spring in the thatched cottage, the sun will get late outside the window!"
The next day, Zhu Su slept until three o'clock in the morning. When I opened the window and saw the misty mountains in the distance, I couldn't help but recite a poem randomly.
It was a pity that Yao Guangxiao was not around at this time, and only a group of guards and Gou'er, an illiterate man, cast admiring glances at Zhu Su. Zhu Su, who got up late but didn't feel any shame at all, was quite proud of himself and looked like a master among a group of illiterate people.
If Yao Guangxiao were here, he would definitely complain that although it is not the twelfth lunar month, it is still winter, so why does the saying "spring sleep" come about. On the contrary, the three words "Richichi" seem to be very suitable for this time of getting up.
"Your Highness, come and eat porridge. Although this mountain temple is poor, the rice from the several acres of land planted by the old abbot is very sweet." The dog came in with a bowl of porridge. "Mr. Yao and Duke Chang Guo have already eaten it, and they both praised it very much."
"Are they all up?" Zhu Su took a sip of porridge. "Where did Monk Yao go last night? Did you ask him?"
"Mr. Yao went to talk to the old abbot last night." Gou'er replied angrily. "I was praising him just now, saying that there are always masters living in seclusion in the mountains. That abbot is a man who is very knowledgeable in Buddhism."
"There is also a layman who is extremely skilled in chess and has a very heroic stature. Mr. Yao suggested that Your Highness could take this person in with his position, and he will definitely be a helpful help in the future."
(End of chapter)
