Escort

Chapter 415 The chicken soup for the soul is almost finished

The otaku and Qianqian did not shake off the two little tails behind them when they entered the mountain, and the head of Escort Zhang didn't care much about it. Just like what he said before, he came here purely for sightseeing and no other purpose .

The scenery of the back mountain is good, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the mountain scenery is pleasant, and it is rare that there is a clear spring in the mountain stream. I took a sip, um, I couldn't drink it any different from ordinary spring water.

Qianqian covered her mouth and smiled, "This spring water is used to make tea, so if you drink it directly, you won't be able to drink anything."

"Actually, I can't even make tea." Someone admitted honestly. He had only seen similar scenes on TV before. One person picked up a goblet, closed his eyes, and casually tasted the red wine in it. To be able to yell out the year of winemaking and even the name of the wine cellar in a very stinking way, this kind of thing is too high-handed, and Chief Zhang estimates that he is hopeless in this life.

"It's a pity, if I knew about it, I would have bought some Longjing in the city and brought it with me." Qianqian said regretfully.

"You want to drink tea? It's easy." Chief Escort Zhang snapped his fingers.

After a cup of tea, the two found Master Mingwu, the abbot of Lingguang Temple, under a banyan tree. Both Mingwu and Kuxuan were Buddhists, but there was still a big difference between the two. Having seen too much suffering in the world, Ku Xuan rarely had a smile on his face, and he always looked bitter and bitter, while Master Mingwu was just the opposite. The Lingguang Temple was full of incense, and besides chanting sutras and Buddhas, he chanted Buddhist scriptures every day. Brewing tea and enjoying the scenery in the back mountain, what he seeks is more inner peace. He even raised some small animals in the back mountain, and his life is very comfortable.

When Otaku and Qianqian found him, Master Mingwu was playing chess with a middle-aged man with long hair and a shawl under a tree. As expected, a young monk beside Master Mingwu was making tea for them.

"Ah, it seems that we came at a very good time." The otaku greeted Master Mingwu, but his eyes were fixed on the teapot in the little monk's hand.

"Haha, it's fate to meet each other. I have freshly fried bird's tongue here. Although it is not the world-famous Mingqian Longjing, it is not inferior. It just so happens that I have a little knowledge of the tea ceremony. The two benefactors may as well later." Let's have a drink together." Master Ming Wu raised his head and returned the courtesy with a smile.The middle-aged man with disheveled hair in front of him looked indifferent, as if he hadn't noticed the arrival of the two escorts Zhang and Da, twisting a sunspot with his right hand, thinking about the situation on the chessboard expressionlessly.

Otaku raised his head, Go, he knows a little bit about it. When he was young, he enrolled in a Go class in the Children's Palace. When he graduated, he even got an amateur certificate, but his parents didn't send him because they were afraid of delaying his studies. I have gone, but I still remember the basic knowledge. There are still many differences between modern Go and ancient Go. , the middle point of the chessboard seems to have a different kind of attraction to many chess players, while modern Go mostly starts with stars and small eyes, and pays more attention to the competition of sides and corners.

Escort Zhang glanced at the chessboard. This game is almost at the end stage. From the current point of view, the white pieces have a certain advantage, but the black pieces have a chance to come back. Can the young man's piece of chess work?

The middle-aged man fell into deep thought, and did not settle for a long time.

The otaku yawned. As far as he is concerned, he still prefers to play fast chess. He can make relatively correct thinking within a limited time. With Master Mingwu like this, he shouldn't have this kind of trouble. The old monk is worried that no one will accompany him to kill time.

After thinking for a long time, the middle-aged man finally made a move. Master Ming Wu did not hesitate, and quickly responded with a move. After several rounds of back and forth between the two sides, black finally failed to break through the blockade of white, and only made two moves. False eyes, there is no life anymore.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to abandon his son and admit defeat.

Master Mingwu still had that smile on his face, "The Layman seems to be a little restless today, I'm afraid this old monk is a bit invincible."

"To lose is to lose, to win is to win, winners and losers, there are not so many excuses." The middle-aged man said flatly.

"The layman's words are reasonable, but I still have something to say to the layman, let go when it's time to let go, don't be too obsessed with temporary gains and losses."

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"You and I had a confrontation on the right side of the road before. If you didn't want to eat my piece of chess, how could you not notice the trap I secretly set in the lower right corner."

"..." The middle-aged man was silent.

Escort Zhang at the side finally couldn't bear it anymore, "You two, the chicken soup for the soul is almost done, when can we drink tea?"

"Haha, I'm sorry, we were too busy playing chess and chatting, and almost neglected the two honored guests." Master Mingwu turned to the little monk and asked, "Jingyue, is the sparrow tongue ready?"

The little monk nodded, and walked in front of the four of them holding a wooden case. Master Mingwu shouted from a distance, "You two friends over there, do you want to have a drink together?"

The otaku's heart moved. The old monk didn't seem to be as harmless as he appeared on the surface. The two little tails who followed him and Qianqian belonged to different forces, but their martial arts cultivation had also reached the realm of entering the house. At this moment, they are hiding Master Mingwu was able to discover their existence behind a rock ten feet away, and then someone remembered the scene not long ago, the little monk Jingyi prevented them from entering the back mountain, and then a gentle voice asked Jingyi to let them go , the owner of that voice should also be Master Mingwu. Wow, it seems that this old monk's internal strength is a bit terrifying. He can hear what is being said outside from such a long distance. What a profound realm it takes to do it ?
Master Ming Wu seemed to know the doubts in the head of Escort Zhang, and explained with a smile, "It's not that exaggerated. I just practiced the Buddhist celestial ear."

The term Tianertong comes from Buddhist classics, and refers to one of the five supernatural powers obtained after practicing the four fundamental laws to the extreme. It is also known as Tianer Zhizhengtong or Tianer Zhitong. Hear voices that ordinary people cannot hear.This kind of statement sounds very fantasy. In fact, the Tianertong mentioned by Master Mingwu is just a martial art for cultivating ear power, but Buddhist monks are relatively dishonest. It is obviously just a martial art for mortals, but they all like it. In connection with their boss, such as the 72 stunts, the monks of the Great Mercy Temple insisted that it was left by Sakyamuni.

(End of this chapter)