A master of comedy!

Chapter 116 Zhang Sanfeng

Ten feet underground, a figure moved like a fish, faster than a horse on the ground, darting and turning freely.

This is a very wonderful state, as if the earth has become an ocean, and the earth's energy is warm and like a mother's embrace to him.

With a thunderous roar, Zhou Sheng shot out of the earth like lightning.

When he stopped mobilizing the Qi in his dantian, his feet landed firmly on the ground again, and his pupils, which were golden inside and blue outside, returned to normal.

But he could still sense something different.

The land beneath my feet is generous, warm, vast, and welcoming, like a kind elder, with a continuous flow of power surging into my Yongquan acupoint.

A hint of joy appeared in his eyes. As expected of the superior escape technique of Longhu Mountain, it is indeed powerful!

"Slow down, slow down!"

A voice sounded behind him, as if someone was chasing him.

The mountain god, leaning on his cane, wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a wry smile, "Your escape technique is truly remarkable; I almost couldn't catch up with you."

After a pause, He tugged at Zhou Sheng's sleeve and said, "I promised to bestow upon you a great fortune. Let's return to the Manjushri Terrace."

"However, this opportunity depends on whether you have the chance to obtain it."

Zhou Sheng turned his head and took a deep look at the stone monkey on the cliff edge, a look of gratitude flashing across his face, before following the mountain god away.

The two quickly returned to the crescent-shaped platform.

"Young friend, do you know how to play chess?"

Zhou Sheng looked down at the chessboard below, his eyes flashing slightly. It seemed that the "fortune" his opponent spoke of was the so-called "Immortal Chess".

Just thinking about the tragic state of the mountain god kept Zhou Sheng on high alert about this game, and he never let his guard down.

"I don't know anything about Go."

"That's great, you might as well go and take a look at this game of chess."

The mountain god stopped three zhang away from the chessboard, not daring to even glance at it, seemingly still shaken by the experience.

"Perhaps only someone like you who knows absolutely nothing about Go can see through this game."

These words made Zhou Sheng even more curious, but he did not do it immediately. Instead, he first used the Luoshu divination to see if there was any danger.

After confirming there was no danger, he walked towards the chessboard and looked up at it.

The black and white chess pieces were scattered everywhere, arranged in a grid pattern, like stars in the sky. Even though he didn't understand the principles of chess, he still inexplicably felt a profound and mysterious Taoist charm.

The white pieces resemble a reclining dragon, and the overall strategy is like flowing clouds in the void, with yin and yang alternating, elegant and profound.

Hei Zi, on the other hand, is like a venomous dragon writhing and roaring, extremely dangerous, yet within that overwhelming killing intent lies a trace of Zen-like enlightenment.

It resembles both an Asura and a Bodhisattva.

Zhou Sheng didn't understand the principles of chess, but he had exceptional intuition and could sense the astonishing energy. In a daze, he seemed to see a monk and a Taoist priest playing chess in the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Twenty-two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Taoist priest, dressed in white and holding a white chess piece, appeared somewhat unkempt and slovenly, yet he wore a smile, exuding an air of elegance and grace, as serene as an ancient pine tree amidst the clouds.

The monk was dressed in black, his hands holding prayer beads, his eyebrows and eyes seemingly hidden in shadow, making them difficult to see clearly.

But that fleeting glimpse of coldness sent chills down one's spine.

As Zhou Sheng watched, he suddenly felt dizzy, with a throbbing and aching sensation in his temples. He quickly shook his head and snapped out of his reverie.

I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and even felt nauseous.

He then understood why the mandrill had made a vomiting and uncomfortable appearance when talking about the game of Immortal Chess. It turned out that even people who did not understand the principles of chess would have adverse effects when they saw this game.

"It seems even you, young friend, cannot solve this game. Alas, what a pity..."

The mountain god shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes.

But thinking about it, it's not surprising. He was confident in his mastery of chess principles, yet even after twenty-two years of study, he still couldn't understand the outcome. How much more so for a complete novice? "Senior, who is playing this game?"

Zhou Sheng asked curiously.

"As you just saw, it was a monk and a Taoist priest. I don't know who the monk is, but I know that his aura makes me tremble. It seems that if he just glances at me, I won't be able to understand the earth's veins of Mount Lu."

"And that old Taoist in white was even more formidable; I heard the monk call him the Sloppy Taoist."

The slovenly Taoist priest...

A glint flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, and he blurted out, "Zhang Sanfeng!"

The mountain god nodded, his eyes filled with reverence and admiration, and said, "It is indeed Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain!"

Zhou Sheng remained silent for a long time, staring at the chessboard, unable to calm down.

In Chinese history, Zhang Sanfeng lived during the late Song and early Yuan dynasties. In this world, he should have been born in the previous dynasty and would be over four hundred years old by now.

That's it. With Zhang Sanfeng's talent and ability, his cultivation level must have reached an unfathomable realm. Living to be over four hundred years old is nothing special.

The black-robed monk, who could play chess with Zhang Sanfeng, was clearly no ordinary person.

"The two played chess for twenty-two years. In the end, the black-robed monk conceded defeat and left, saying that he would never again covet the sword embryo in the Immortal Cave."

"But Zhang Sanfeng did not take out any sword embryo. Instead, he said, 'Rotten axe handle is not my wish. Whoever can break the Yin-Yang Tribulation will be the destined one for that sword embryo.'"

After saying this, he laughed a few times and drifted away.

The mountain god explained the ins and outs of the chess game, but his expression clearly showed doubt.

“I have lived in that cave for many years, but I have never noticed any sword embryo. As for this game of chess, I have been observing and studying it for twenty-two years, pouring my heart and soul into it, and exhausting my thoughts. But the black pieces clearly have a great advantage, so why did that monk resign?”

"If the white pieces move a few more steps, they'll be slaughtered by the black pieces. How can the white pieces possibly win?"

"No, there must be something I overlooked!"

"As long as I figure out the key to White's victory, I can reopen the Immortal Cave and obtain the sword embryo..."

As he spoke, the mountain god's gaze became infatuated again, and his body unconsciously moved closer to the chessboard.

Zhou Sheng quickly blocked him and suddenly swayed.

The mountain god then came to his senses, turning into a cloud of smoke and retreating ten feet, his eyes still filled with lingering fear, and he dared not take another step forward.

Zhou Sheng glanced at the chessboard for a moment, then stepped back and left.

He had just tried to use the Luoshu (洛书) to divine the winning opportunity for the white pieces, but he didn't have enough energy.

Even after he had just killed the wood demon, it was still not enough.

Since the Luo Shu is unusable, there's no point in keeping it here. No matter how good the opportunities in the Immortal Cave are, they can't be seen or touched.

We can only try again at Mount Lu when the Luoshu has enough energy.

"In that case, senior, I shall take my leave."

Seeing that the sun was about to set, with the evening glow in the sky, Zhou Sheng thought about getting back to Xunyang City before dark and prepared to take his leave.

The mountain god felt a little embarrassed.

"I don't have many treasures, but I've lived long enough and know a lot. How about this, is there anything you want to know? Perhaps I can help you."

Zhou Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Senior, do you know the Great General of Little Fengdu?"

"Hmm... I've heard of him. He's a fierce guy."

"Senior, what I want to ask is, is the Great General really Li Zicheng, the rebel leader from over a hundred years ago?"

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(End of this chapter)