Day and night tour

Chapter 340: The Rock of Lan Keqi

Zen Master Wuya felt a little compassionate and a little relieved. He clasped his hands together and chanted, "This is the day and night wandering god. Compared with Zhaxing, each of them is an ant with no ability to resist. But if there are more ants, what is there to fear even if facing a giant elephant?"

"The Buddha Kingdom is very powerful. The chessboard given to you by the Holy Buddha can block Mingjiang Prefecture. Even the unparalleled war god in the world, Fang Xiangshi, cannot enter the game.

But the wandering gods and disciples of Jing Country still have a heroic spirit in their hearts. If they awaken this spirit and use the power of all living beings, what can they do even if there are a few more Buddhas in the Buddha Country?"

"Weak strength is weak strength after all. A few Buddha Lords cannot defeat your Jing Nation. Then if the Buddha Lords of the Thirty-three Heavens gather together, and the Holy Buddha comes in person, how will Jing Nation respond?"

"The Jing Kingdom may be a little weaker, but not that weak."

Zen Master Wuya glanced at Monk Moya and said, "Monk, do you know that there are four great celestial masters in the Well Country?"

"I have heard of it, but I have also heard that the Four Heavenly Lords can only sleep. If they wake up, they will only cause greater slaughter in the human world than the invasion of our Buddhist country."

The cliff monk mentioned the Laba night of more than 60 years ago, saying: "That night, the Blood Well Celestial Lord awakened and caused countless slaughters. The evils that the Buddha Kingdom has committed in your Well Kingdom over the years, the number of slaughters, is not even a fraction of what the Blood Well has done."

“This also shows one thing.”

"Master, please speak."

"The Heavenly Lord is not governed by the Supreme Will. The Four Heavenly Lords each have their own will."

Zen Master Wuya clapped his hands and said, "Let me put it bluntly. The awakening of the Four Heavenly Lords requires a process and opportunity. If you don't know how to do it and awaken the Heavenly Lords with overwhelming anger, they will become limitless killing machines, because their true wills have not awakened, only their powers have awakened.

If it is about chance and enlightenment, after the will of the Heavenly Venerable awakens, it will let you see what is the infinite avenue and mysterious magical power of the Well Country. "

When the cliff monk heard this, he sneered and said, "Master, the 21st Zen is the ancient Buddha, and the ancient Buddha is also one of the four great celestial masters. You and Master Huanxi are two Zen masters, one entering the game and the other holding the chess pieces. I have seen the pure power of Buddha, but it seems to have little impact on the overall situation.

Where is the so-called infinite avenue and mysterious magical power? Why can't I see any of them?"

"So your vision is still not good enough, and you can't see the true Zen."

Zen Master Wu Ya placed another piece.

"Even in this chess game, I haven't seen the wisdom of a Zen master. The great master has been accumulating the power of a dragon for a long time. If I make three more moves, I can completely slay the dragon."

The Cliff Monk has already increased the speed of slaying the dragon, and even wants to speed up the progress of the entire game of chess - his idea is very simple. A person like Zha Xing has been able to live for so many years. In addition to her great strength, she has another very important characteristic: she knows very well whether her opponent is truly strong.

After the ancestral tree and the golden bell merged, Zha Xing urged Zhao Qingxiao to remove the broken dragon-prisoning formation and escape quickly. This was because she had already determined that even if she and Zhao Qingxiao joined forces, they would still be no match for the ancestral tree and the golden bell.

Since we can't defeat the enemy, the only thing we can do is run away.

Therefore, the cliff monk wanted to finish the game as soon as possible.
When the chess game is unlocked, either the Huangyuan monster will send new helpers; or the main brain released by Zhou Xuan will no longer threaten the Zoroastrianism, and the Zoroastrianism will be able to join the battle; or... when the chess game is won, the Cliff Monk will be blessed with a great situation because of the victory.

No matter which variable it is, it can make Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao better than the ancestral tree Jin Zhong.

If the bell is broken, the city will be destroyed.

If the bell is broken, the day and night wandering gods, the ancestral tree, and the golden bell of Mingjiang Prefecture will all be annihilated in this world, and the huge Mingjiang Prefecture will no longer have the power to resist.

At that time,
In the city, those who survived the Zoroastrian fire disaster were like lambs to be slaughtered. They were cut down by Zhaxing, Zhao Qingxiao, Moya Monk and Zoroastrian Fire Order like a sickle cutting grass. One stroke could cut down a large area.

As for whether this game can be concluded quickly?
The cliff monk was extremely confident, and the only thing they were comparing was their chess skills. This chess master from the Buddhist country believed that he had few rivals in the world.

Snap,

Zen Master Wuya made another move.

The cliff monk quickly added a black piece and said proudly, "Master, we still have two pieces to slay the dragon. After slaying the dragon, it's time to fill in the pieces and finish the game."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Zen Master Wuya's demeanor was like a gentle spring breeze. He did not look at the chess in front of him, but changed the subject and said, "My Buddha power has dissipated. Now I only have a Buddha heart as gentle as a spring breeze. But my Buddha heart can see many Zen insights. Monk, do you want to listen to me?"

"Master, you know you can't beat me in chess, so you want to delay time and wait for the master to wake up before continuing to play chess, right? Don't waste your time. I'll tell you, the master's chess skills are just so-so, and he can't save this game... Let's make a quick decision and don't create any more complications."

The cliff monk pretended to beg for mercy.

"It's better for the monk to listen."

Zen Master Wuya smiled and said, "When you were fighting against many masters of Jing Country, you once lied and said that it was a great blessing for us masters of Jing Country to witness King Mijiaxun's chess game before we die..."

"The Holy Buddha Chessboard has such a mysterious power that it can seal the heaven and earth. It is far more exquisite than the sleeping god of Jing Country or the four great earth masters. Isn't it a great blessing for the masters of Jing Country to be able to see it in their lifetime?"

The monk on the cliff felt that he had already won. Although the golden bell of the ancestral tree was taking shape and was about to kill Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao, he believed that it was just a minor setback. The overall situation had been decided. The big tree of Mingjiang was about to fall, so how could some small vines growing sideways stop it?

As soon as he was pleased, the arrogant face of the Buddhist people could not help but show up, and he said: "I heard that there is a classic saying in the Jing country, which is 'If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening'. Your masters and demigods can die with peace of mind if they can see the tip of the iceberg of King Mijiaxun's supernatural powers."

"Monk, I think you are wrong."

Zen Master Wuya said: "As for the magical powers such as the chessboard of heaven and earth, they are really nothing special. In my opinion, the truly lucky person is you - you are about to see the infinite avenue of another Heavenly Venerable. If this Heavenly Venerable uses his methods, you will be able to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening."

"There is also a Heavenly Lord within the chess game of heaven and earth? Are you referring to the Blood Well?" The Cliff Monk knew that Zhou Xuan had two secret realms, one of which came from the Heavenly Lord of the Blood Well.

"Junior Brother Xuejing's will is the most difficult to awaken. If we awaken it by force, we will only be able to repeat the Laba Night of the past... I'm not referring to this..."

"Is that the Taoist Patriarch, or the Witch God?"

The cliff monk said this with great contempt.

For some reason, he had some prejudice against Zen Master Wuya. If the words came from Zhou Xuan's mouth, he would believe them without a doubt, but when they came from Zen Master Wuya's mouth, he would silently discount the credibility of the words.

Zen Master Wuya raised his head and recited a classic verse that was well known to all the Taoists in Jingguo: "The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."

Cliff Monk: “…”

……

The Ancestral Tree Golden Bell was still taking shape. In addition to the nine main tendons, the other small tendons were also traveling through the souls, flesh and blood of the other Mingjiang Hall disciples.
Soul, flesh and blood are the glue between the ancestral tree and the golden bell. When they are combined, they will produce a truly harmonious feeling.
The souls, flesh and blood were pierced, and every disciple attached to the golden bell screamed in pain. But despite the screams, almost no one regretted attaching themselves to the bell and risking their lives.

In this painful, desperate, yet thrilling moment of fighting with Zha Xing and Zhao Qing Xiao, the flesh and blood of the musician played the law of music and said, "If this battle begins, our souls will have no place to return to. We will die, but if we cannot sing a song before we die, it will not be enough. Everyone, I have a ballad from the young master. I will sing it for you all.

This song is heroic and fits our mood at the moment."

Using singing to boost morale and encourage courage is a good idea.

Of course everyone agreed.

The musician then began to sing the ballad by himself - "A Laugh in the Ocean" which Zhou Xuan had sung when he first met him.

"The vast ocean laughs, the tide surges on both sides, I rise and fall with the waves, I only remember this day."

"The sky is laughing, the world is in turmoil, who will win and who will lose, only God knows..."

When singing this line, everyone felt a deep resonance. They even felt that this song was written for what happened today - whether the ancestral tree Golden Bell, with the flesh and blood, and souls of thousands of disciples, can defeat the Star-Covering, that is the real "God knows".

Since even the sky doesn't know, why bother about winning or losing? I might as well sing loudly, venting the anger in my heart, laughing at Mingjiang, laughing at the sky.

Great music must be simple. The more moving the song is, the simpler its lines are. Just like the song "A Laugh in the Ocean", everyone can basically agree with it after listening to only a few lines, and they all start singing without caring about the beauty of their own voices.

"The mountains and rivers are smiling, the mist and rain are far away..."

The singing went from being chaotic to being orderly, making the sky resound and even the golden bell hum.

A life-and-death battle is imminent, and singing while beating drums is just the current style...

……

Inside Zhou Xuan’s secret realm.

The dragon-seeking incense and the evasion incense had all burned out, and Zhou Xuan was carrying out the promotion ceremony as Zen Master Wuya had said.

But this time's promotion ceremony was very strange.

When Zhou Xuan was looking for dragons and fortune-telling, the "Four-sided Emperor's Coins" he used to ask for directions burst into his secret realm back and forth.

The imperial coin circled above the black water in the secret realm, attracting four water dragons.

After the water dragon spun up, it transformed into the four great gods of Taoism.

The two deities, the Great Emperor of the South Sky and the God of North Platform Feng, waved their hands forward, and a cloud of yellow sand rose up for no reason in the secret realm.

The leader of the East Palace and the True Lord of the West Valley each pressed the point between their eyebrows and transformed themselves into several streams and a quiet valley.

At this moment, the scene around Zhou Xuan seemed to have changed. He was no longer standing in the black water, but in a valley pass.

Behind him were streams and valleys filled with spiritual energy, and not far ahead was a towering city wall.

On the city wall, there were three huge inscriptions - Xigu Pass.

Behind the pass tower, there is the setting sun, and in front of the tower, there is an old man riding a green ox.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and was dressed in a white Taoist robe. He sat diagonally on a green ox, as graceful as a god. Or perhaps it could be said that he was originally a god.

Zhou Xuan immediately knew who he was.

The four great gods of Taoism are above the sky-level gods of Taoism. The four gods appeared in the secret realm at the same time and jointly evolved this old Taoist priest - his status is naturally invaluable.

Riding a cow, an old Taoist priest, and going west out of the valley pass...

All the signs came together, and Zhou Xuan remembered the legend of his previous life - Laozi went west through Hangu Pass, and purple air came from the east for 90,000 miles.

In the previous life, Laozi was revered as the ancestor of Taoism and was called the Great Pure Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue.
And at that moment, just like this moment...

Zhou Xuan barely hesitated before shouting, "Daozu, please stay."

"Young man, I am not worthy of being called Daozu."

"May I ask where the Taoist is going?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Daozu pointed to the wind and sand ahead and said, "To the west of the quicksand, there are barbarians who are not educated. I want to go to the western sand country and travel around. However, the Jing country has a beautiful land, and the war has started again. I am worried about it and cannot be distracted from traveling.
Young man, are you willing to help me share some of my worries and put an end to the war? "

"I am willing, but my ability is limited, I am afraid I can't do it. If Daozu can..."

Zhou Xuan didn't care whether this Taoist Ancestor was an illusion, a mirror image, an hallucination, or a real existence - in short, he went straight to the point and asked for the Taoist Ancestor's Taoist magic powers.

Daozu laughed heartily and said, "Young man, you have reminded me that if we don't have the method to subdue demons and evil spirits, and don't understand the three ends of the world, how can we quell the war?
Well, if the secrets of heaven are not recorded in writing, the world will be forever lost, so I will write down five thousand words and leave them to the young people. "

The Taoist pointed his right hand at Zhou Xuan, and a Taoist classic fell into the center of Zhou Xuan's eyebrows. Every word was precious. This classic was the source of "Xigu Zhenchuan" - "Taiqing Daode Zhenjing".

"The Tao that can be spoken is not the real Tao; the name that can be named is not the real name. If you can understand this sutra, you will enter the door of all wonders, which is profound and mysterious." "Thank you, Taoist Ancestor, for the sutra."

"The scriptures have been given to me, but the secrets of heaven may not be understood. Young man, can you understand the method of subduing demons and suppressing evil by reading my true scriptures?"

"Naturally understand."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he knew that Daozu's question was the key to the success of the promotion ceremony.

"Tell it to this old man."

"Know your honor, bear your humiliation, and be the valley of the world." Zhou Xuan said.

"This is a wonderful method of the saint, but it is not enough to subdue demons." The Taoist shook his head.

"Know its masculinity, keep this, and become the stream of the world." Zhou Xuan said again.

Daozu shook his head again and said, "This is the inaction of the Daoist, one of the mysteries, but it cannot quell the war, it is still not enough."

Zhou Xuan said seriously, and then slowly recited: "Knowing the black, keeping the white, is the model for the world."

Hearing this, Daozu stroked his long beard, rode his cow westward with satisfaction, and said as he walked: "Abandon vehicles and ships, stop fighting, return to the simplicity of nature, live in a comfortable residence, enjoy folk customs, and neighboring countries can see each other, hear the sounds of chickens and dogs, but never interact with each other until they die...

Young man, you are a formidable young man. After the war is over, if you are interested, come with me to travel to the west of the Quicksand."

Obviously, Daozu was quite satisfied with Zhou Xuan's answer.

Daozu went out of the valley pass to the west, and purple air rose from the valley in front of the pass.

The purple air is ninety thousand miles long, all coming from the east.

In the purple air, an old man's mask appeared, and his face was exactly the same as that of Daozu.

After Xunlong and Dunjia combined incense and burned them at the same time, only a mask was obtained.

But this mask,
It has an extremely high status, and it comes from the Taoist ancestor.

"If the Taoist master Xuantong had not appeared in the world, the Taoist sect of Jingguo would have been lost forever."

Zhou Xuan reached out and took out the mask from the purple air, put it on his face, stood on one foot, leaned sideways, floated in the 90,000 miles of purple air, and felt the demeanor of the Taoist.

When the purple air dispersed and the yellow sand stopped, Zhou Xuan's secret realm returned to normal. On this day, Zhou Xuan completed the two halls of Xunlong and Dunjia at the same time, and was promoted to Wuxiang...

……

Zhou Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was another "Taoist Mask" on his waist. At this moment, his demeanor was filled with three parts of immortal spirit, and his natural demeanor in every gesture made the cliff monk feel uneasy.

"Master, have you burned five incense sticks?" asked the cliff monk.

Zhou Xuan nodded.

"Have you ever met Brother Daozu?"

Zen Master Wuya asked.

"The door to all wonders is mysterious and profound." Zhou Xuan recited the classics.

The Zen master clapped his hands and smiled, "Then I have seen it before."

Zhou Xuan looked at the chessboard and saw the Ancestral Tree Golden Bell that was about to take shape, so he said to Zen Master Wuya: "Have the Ancestral Tree and the Golden Bell already merged?"

"It will take some time before the Ancestral Tree Golden Bell can truly achieve harmony with the Dao."

"Now that I have met the Taoist Patriarch, there is no need to combine the Tao of the Ancestral Tree and the Golden Bell."

Snapped!
While Zhou Xuan was discussing with Master Wuya, the monk Moya dropped a black piece and said, "Master, if you have entered the Five Incense Sticks, you can enter the game and control the two dragons, which is enough to turn the tide. But at this moment, the big dragon on the chessboard has been slaughtered by my black piece. Without the big dragon, what's the use of controlling the two dragons?"

"You've already lost your momentum. You're a step too late."

This move by the Cliff Monk completely blocked Dalong's chess position, killing all of his opponents on the board.

Zhou Xuan was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled at Zhao Wuya and said, "Master, the evil monk has been trapped in the jar. What remains is for you to catch the turtle in the jar."

"Am I trapped?"

The cliff monk was somewhat awakened, but not clearly. He realized that he seemed to have fallen into Zhou Xuan's trap, but he didn't know where the trap was.

"Thank you, monk, for slaying the dragon. Baizi's situation seems to be over, but the real situation has always been in the plans of me and Master."

After the big dragon was killed, Zen Master Wuya began to make his moves quickly.

The white pieces filled in the spots where they could be placed, and the cliff monk did not dare to be negligent and followed suit. In a blink of an eye, dozens of moves were exchanged. The dragon had been killed, and the overall situation had been determined. What remained was the stage of filling in the pieces and calculating the pieces. No matter how much he thought, it was useless.

After dozens of moves were made, the cliff monk looked at the chess situation again and saw something mysterious - on the chessboard, black and white pieces were arranged in conjunction with each other. Looking at the whole chessboard, there was black in white, and white in black.

Black is surrounded by white, and white embraces black. In a way that conforms to the laws of nature, the arrangement is staggered, complex but not messy, intertwined but not eye-catching.
The monk Moya once believed that playing chess is not a fight to the death, and the final presentation of a game of chess is an art created jointly by both black and white players.

In his eyes, this chess game was a work of art that he had never seen before. However, at the moment, he was in no mood to appreciate the artistic highlight of his life. He just said in a daze, "What kind of chess situation is this?"

"The two-volume scripture of the True Transmission of Streams and Valleys comes from the Taoist ancestor's "Tao Qing Dao De Zhen Jing". Knowing its masculinity and keeping its femininity, it is the stream of the world; knowing its honor and keeping its disgrace, it is the valley of the world.
The true scripture also says: "Knowing the white, keeping the black, is the model for the world."

Zhou Xuan pointed at the white pieces and said, "I know the power of the white pieces and the weakness of your black pieces, but I did not use the white pieces to surround and kill them. Instead, I embraced the black pieces, binding the white pieces to the black pieces and hiding the black pieces in the white pieces. This led to this natural Taoist chess move - Tianxia Style.

With this arrangement, no matter if it is white or black, they can all help me gain momentum."

"You...you...with your chess skills, how could you calculate such a subtle chess move?"

The cliff monk said in surprise.

To arrange chess positions, one naturally has to think first, but chess is chess after all, and any imaginative moves need the support of chess skills. In his eyes, Zhou Xuan's chess skills are just at the level of a street enthusiast. How can he calculate the pieces so accurately?
"Evil monk, to be honest, I am not very good at playing chess - but I have some vision when it comes to watching chess pieces."

Zhou Xuan said: "Master Wuya is a master of chess. He only played a set move for me in my empty mirror, and I could tell that he is the best chess player in the world."

In the world of Kongming Mirror, in order to quickly gain Zhou Xuan's trust in his chess skills, Zen Master Wuya used a branch to perform a few moves on the ground.
Zhou Xuan had seen these set moves in a world-renowned live broadcast in his previous life. These set moves came from the strongest chess player in his previous life - Mr. Dog.

"After I understood the chess power of Zen Master Wuya, I had an idea: I would think of the chess positions, and he would be responsible for presenting them to me with his chess power.

From the beginning to the end, whatever chess moves I needed, Master Wuya, who played chess with me, could always accomplish them easily without attracting your attention. "

Zhou Xuan smiled grimly.

"How is it possible? How could he be so much better at chess than me?"

"Very high." Zhou Xuan said.

Zen Master Wuya switched to "Zhao Wuya" mode and asked, "Brother Xuan, how tall am I?"

"It's dozens of stories high."

Zhou Xuan said, "Moya Monk, you are too confident in your chess skills. In fact, throughout the whole game, we revealed a flaw that was not too small, but you thought we were blind cats that met dead mice and were blinded and didn't pay attention."

"What flaw?"

"When you first slayed the dragon, the white chess pieces were able to take advantage of your momentum and form two precise two-headed snakes, one on the South Hill of East Market Street, and one on the Old Palace. If it weren't for your extraordinary chess skills, how could such a precise and clever two-headed snake be deployed at such a perfect time?"

"Calculation... everything is calculated?"

"Just now, monk, you said that you played chess in a cliff cave in the Buddha's kingdom for sixty years, twelve games a day, and never dared to stop. But do you know that before I realized Zen, I was a woodcutter in the mountains. I saw two boys playing chess, so I watched from the side. After a game of chess, the handle of my axe had rotted away. When I returned to the village, I realized that decades had passed."

"Decades have passed, and the world has changed. My wife and children are all gone. I am at a loss as to what to do. Apart from cutting down trees, I go into the mountains to watch the game of Lan Ke. Time passes in the mountains, and I don't know how many times I have watched the game of Lan Ke. In the end, I have become a cliffless stone in the mountains."

Zen Master Wuya smiled and said, "Every game of Lan Ke chess is taught by gods. I have watched this kind of chess game several times, and my chess skills have long reached the realm of gods. Compared with mine, your chess skills of only sixty years are like a grain of rice against the bright moon. How dare you compete with me?"

When the cliff monk heard this, he suddenly burst into tears, and sometimes laughed. He made the last move and then realized that he had already lost at the beginning of the chess game between heaven and earth.

With his chess skills, he was no match for Zen Master Wuya - he was led by the nose throughout the entire game.

He claimed to be a national player, but was treated like a child who was just learning chess and was played around with. This blow, which was even more degrading than dimensionality reduction, collapsed his spirit.

"There are so many chess players in the world... I have been playing chess for sixty years, but it is a joke. It is ridiculous..."

When Zen Master Wuya saw the collapsed and mad Monk Moya, he held the last official piece in his hand and did not make a move.

The game is already won, and what remains is for Zhou Xuan to use the "World Style" to clean up the endgame in Mingjiang Mansion. He is not in a hurry to win the game.

Zhou Xuan stood up and gently patted the cliff monk, pretending to comfort him: "Evil monk, don't take it to heart. This is how the world is. When you think you are extremely talented and work very hard, and have fought thousands of times and trained for decades, when you get in front of others, you find that you are no match for your opponent, a chess boy."

"Snapped!"

The cliff monk was provoked again. He lost all his composure and slammed the chess table, yelling like a shrew: "Zhou Xuan, don't think you won. What does it matter if you have the bonus of 'Tianxia Style'? You are only five incense sticks, just five incense sticks... Zhaxing is above nine incense sticks, and Zhao Qingxiao is also nine incense sticks. What can you change?"

"Who told you I only have five sticks?"

"Don't you only have five sticks?"

"Um……"

Zhou Xuan said to the cliff monk: "When you are playing your backhand, I am also playing my backhand. Can you guess which is my strongest backhand?"

"Ancestral tree golden bell?"

"This is the last thing I want to see."

"Is that your Tianxia style?"

"Half."

"Then I can't guess." said the cliff monk.

"He's the guy who works across from my shop, Cuijie's younger brother - Muhua."

"He... is just a mortal."

“He’s my mirror image.”

Zhou Xuan turned around and floated into the chess game of heaven and earth in Mingjiang Mansion. He entered the game with his body, leaving only a sentence that made the cliff monk feel hopeless - all things have souls, just waiting for the person in the mirror!

(End of this chapter)