Thousands of mountains, green pines and cypresses.
A goshawk with black feathers spreads its wings and soars in the sky. The white clouds slide past it and are separated by its sharp, knife-like wings.
Two slender white trails remained behind its tail.
Chirp——
The goshawk made a cry that echoed through the sky, and the sound echoed in the forest.
On the top of a certain mountain in the mountains, there is a huge century-old pine. It is like a tall and tall immortal in green clothes. It stretches out its branches like a wide palm and blocks most of the falling sunlight.
The goshawk folded its wings and swooped down.
Pierce the clouds.
It flapped its wings and landed on the branches of the pine tree.
Under the cover of the pines, two people were sitting on a piece of bluestone playing chess.
One is a kind-hearted monk.
One is a little Taoist priest with sword eyebrows and stars.
Suddenly a rainbow light flashed across the sky. The light was like a pair of scissors, cutting through the scenery of white clouds, blue sky, green mountains and green cypresses.
"Here comes someone who brings trouble to the scenery."
The little Taoist scratched his temples. He picked up a black chess piece from the chess box and dropped it heavily on the chess board.
"Hahaha……"
The great monk opposite just stroked his beard and smiled. He slowly picked up a white piece and placed it on the chessboard.
The two were playing chess, and the rainbow light was getting closer and closer, until it landed next to the two of them and turned into a human form.
"Okay, you two! Instead of drinking with me, you come here to play bad chess..."
The person who came was a tall and tall man of about forty years old. He was wearing cloth, carrying a long sword on his back, and a red wine gourd hanging around his waist.
"What are you doing here, you drunkard? Look at you, you've ruined this rare artistic conception..."
The little Taoist priest picked up a sunspot and rolled his eyes at the man before it landed.
"Amitabha, there are five precepts in Buddhism. Poor monks are not allowed to drink alcohol..."
The great monk recited the Buddha's name.
"Haha, artistic conception has no use!"
The man first scolded the little Taoist priest, and then continued without waiting for the latter to refute:
"And you, old monk. Why are you pretending to be noble? Don't think that I don't know what you did back then. You not only drank and ate meat, but also acted drunkenly..."
"Amitabha!"
The old monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.
Behind him were golden lights, and a tall Vajra Protector appeared, with three heads and six arms, looking mighty and domineering.
The three heads of the Vajra Protector were all glaring with anger, and each of his six hands held a shining golden magic weapon, whether it was a sword or a pestle, a fire ring or a water bottle, a Buddhist bead or a lotus flower.
"Oh, hey, I can't afford to have fun, can I... just take action if we don't agree with you?"
The man smiled and took a few steps back.
"Who told you that you can't talk about that thing? You still insist on talking about it. Are you happy to make the Zen Master angry and beat you up?"
The little Taoist took the opportunity to place two more black stones on the chessboard.
"Okay, okay, I owe you a debt, can't I buy you a drink to make up for your crime?"
The man shook the wine gourd on his waist.
The great monk held the flower and smiled. The Vajra Protector behind him disappeared with the light. He stroked his beard:
"good."
"Tsk - you're not angry, you're clearly trying to trick me into drinking."
The man shook the wine gourd, and a white porcelain wine glass appeared in front of the two players, which was already filled with wine.
"Haha, who told you not to pay for every time you drink, so it's either me or the Zen master who pays the bill..."
The little Taoist priest picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The big monk just waved his sleeves, and the wine in the wine glass disappeared. He also put the two extra black bullets that the little Taoist had shot back into the chess box.
"Okay, I'll treat you this time and let's go have a drink."
The man shook his wine gourd in pain, but half of it was already missing.
"No, wait until the game is over."
The little Taoist smacked his lips and put down the wine glass in his hand. It was rare for a man to treat a guest to a drink, but he still shook his head resolutely.
The great monk smiled and said nothing.
"After heavy rain, earthworms will inevitably come out... Do you want to take care of this?"
The man sat down cross-legged and pointed at a winding mountain range in the distance.
"Earthworm? You and I are about to face the catastrophe of ascension. If we don't get rid of it today, what will we do if it becomes a disaster and harms the human race in the future?"
The little Taoist priest looked up and saw a beautiful scenery of green mountains and green cypresses.
"Oh? Then why not take action now? Wouldn't it be easier to take action before it becomes a trend?"
The man took off the sword from his back and placed it across his knees.
"The Zen master made a bet with me. If he beats me, I will spare his life."
The great monk opposite nodded in agreement.
"Zen Master, can you play chess?"
The man scratched his head and asked.
"The poor monk can't."
The great monk did not lie, he said with a smile.
That……
The man raised his eyes and looked at the chessboard on the bluestone. On the chessboard, which was criss-crossed, the big dragon composed of the white stones of the great monk had been chased and intercepted by the black stones of the little Taoist priest until it had no way to go. The only result was that it was cannibalized bit by bit.
"The defeat has been decided..."
The man shook his head and stopped talking.
The sun rises and the moon sets, and this game of chess lasts for three full days.
A drop of dew in the early morning slipped from the branches and fell directly on the chessboard. Just when the little Taoist priest was about to win with the last piece.
The drop of dew hit him right where he wanted to land.
"Um?"
On the chessboard, half of the big monk's white dragon piece has been eaten away by the little Taoist priest's black piece, leaving only the last piece that killed the dragon.
But now, the place where the stone should be placed is occupied by a drop of water.
Is it God's will?
The little Taoist priest held the chess piece and was lost in thought. Suddenly he saw the drop of water on the chessboard starting to tremble. No, it wasn't the drop of water, but the entire chessboard started to tremble.
Not only the chessboard, but even the mountain beneath his feet began to tremble.
"Huh? How about it, who wins..."
The man was sleeping on his side and was shaken awake by the vibration. He rubbed his eyes and asked the two people in front of him.
"Amitabha."
The great monk smiled slightly, and there were golden lotuses blooming around him.
"Zen Master, you won? No, Wuyazi, you can't even play against someone who doesn't know how to play chess... Haha, I will never call you a bad chess player again. You are worse than a bad chess player."
The man didn't look at the chessboard. He just saw the depressed expression on the little Taoist priest's face and the smile on the big monk's face, and guessed it.
"Shut up!"
The little Taoist priest stood up, glared at the man fiercely, and then flew up into the void until he was deep in the clouds.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you want to save face. You are over a hundred years old, and you still have to pretend to be a child. It's so shameless..."
The man shook his head and smiled.
…
After flying high in the sky, I saw that the source of the vibration was the winding mountain range that the man had pointed to in the distance.
Now the mountains are bulging one after another, as if something is coming out of the ground. The green pines growing on the mountains have been torn down from their roots, and countless wild beasts in the mountains and forests are running away.
The birds also spread their wings and left here without looking back.
It was as if there was something terrifying driving them behind.
A dark cloud came and covered the sun in the sky.
There seemed to be faint sounds of lightning and thunder in the dark clouds.
This was followed by a roar.
The roar resounded through the sky like thunder in the sky, and the surrounding wild beasts and birds that had not had time to escape were shaken into a ball of blood mist.
Thick black demonic energy spurted out from the cracks in the mountains.
The man's eyes became solemn, and he subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and there was a faint flash of electric light between his sleeves and robes.
"Amitabha, Donor Yan, don't be anxious."
The great monk got down from the bluestone where he had been sitting cross-legged for three days, bowed to the sky, and then said to the man beside him.
"This thing is so powerful, I really didn't realize it."
The man held the sword in his hand and stared at the changed mountains in the distance for a moment.
The mountain range rose up more and more, and finally the four largest peaks on the mountain range collapsed. Huge rocks rolled down from high places, hitting the ground and raising dust several feet high.
Huge scaly claws stretched out from the cracks in the ground, tearing the remaining half of the mountain into pieces with just one claw.
Then came the second paw, the third paw, the fourth...
The mountains collapsed, and a huge body covered with scales loomed.
Roar!
There was another loud roar, followed by several thunder and lightning flashes from the dark clouds in the sky.
It was clearly daytime, but it felt like night had fallen.
The dark cloud was so big that it covered the land nearly a thousand miles in radius. Countless beasts raised their heads and looked at this strange scene.
Click!
A bolt of lightning with a width of ten feet fell, creating a deep crater on the mountain range and burning all the surrounding forests and vegetation.
A body with scales appeared in the deep pit.
This lightning does not seem to be strangling the monster living underground and trying to break out of the ground, but more like helping the monster to contact the seal on its body.
Click! Click! Click!
The lightning struck faster and faster, and more and more monster bodies were exposed under the mountains. After all its bodies were revealed, a slightly slender tail also stretched out from the ground.
At the end of the mountain range is a huge stone mountain. It is called Stone Mountain because the mountain is bare from head to toe, with not even a blade of grass, just hard stones.
As the monster's figure slowly appeared, several cracks opened in the mountain, and two strange green light pillars shot out from the ground of the stone mountain.
Stirring up all the dark clouds in the sky.
Roar!
This roar can no longer be described as deafening. It can only be said that this roar is as penetrating as the legend.
A roar.
It can alarm the Immortals and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens at the top, and intimidate the Yamas of the Ten Palaces at the bottom.
With this roar, the huge monster with a slender body took off completely, directly entered the dark clouds, and was wrapped in the black clouds.
That's a dragon.
The man saw clearly the true face of the monster in the short moment it took off, with its majestic head and horns, and it was breathing clouds and mist.
"who are you……"
Like thunder from the sky, every word can spread hundreds of miles away.
In front of the dark clouds in the sky, the little Taoist priest pinched his hands and looked indifferent. He closed his palms and a small wooden sword appeared in his palms.
With a flash of rainbow light, the man had already reached the little Taoist priest's side with his sword in hand.
Then a golden lotus platform carried the great monk into the air.
"Daomen...Wu Yazi."
"Amitabha, the poor monk's dharma name... Bodhi."
"I am... the spiritual officer Yan Chixia."
This dragon didn't know how lucky he was. He had been cultivating under the mountains for nearly a thousand years. As soon as he was born, he met the three strongest men who founded the Qi Kingdom.
"Human race, why are you blocking my practice?"
Hidden among the dark clouds, Long couldn't remember the names of these people at all, and he didn't know the weight of these names in today's world.
"It's not because of anything, I just want your life... that's all."
Wu Yazi pointed his fingers together and formed a sword. The small peach wood sword was twisting and flying around his fingers like a spiritual snake. Finally, he pointed in the air and the peach wood sword shot out of the air.
Yan Chixia took off his hair crown. His black hair was blowing in the wind, and his long hair turned from black to red in the next moment. The long sword in his hand rippled with layers of red lines, and thunder flashed in his sleeves.
Bodhi chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and three golden bodies several feet high appeared behind him. The one on the left is the Angry-Eye Vajra, the one on the right is the Low-Brow Bodhisattva, and in the middle is the Great Sun Buddha.
Buzz!
Roar!
The sword is unsheathed and the dragon roars!
