Chapter 265
ku... ku... ku... ku...
In the morning, the birds chirped.
The bells of an ancient temple reverberated in the morning mist.
In a corner of the temple, the famous and handsome young boy was leaning against the wall, stretching his waist and opening his mouth, very comfortable.
Moment!
Gusts of breeze blew the tips of his hair, maybe he felt chilly, and he stood up slowly, pacing with his hands behind his back, and chanted a poem loudly:
"The golden crow raises the morning air, and the jade threshold rises in the morning light!"
This poem is from Meng Kang's "Ode to the Sun and Zhao Wangjiao" in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and it is also one of Yuxuan's favorite ancient poems in his previous life.
It is just right to use it here at this moment.
Three years!
It has been three full years since he traveled here, and he has not been able to leave this temple that he is familiar with and distressed from the beginning to the end.
Over the years, he has planned to escape more than once.
Whether it's running, digging, drilling, or flying...
But the final results all ended in failure.
So far, he still hasn't figured out why the gods are looking at his good qualities, so he wants to hone him so much?
Because frankly speaking, his past life experience is not as awesome as the protagonist in conventional routines.
There is no strong backing, no incomparably rich wealth, and no extraordinary abilities beyond ordinary people.
Apart from being proficient at Go, he has spent almost all his life as a fool. He spent a few years in college, a few years in the army, a few years in the unit, and a few years in the sea...
I've been in a trance for half my life like this, but I can be considered to be at ease.
One day in the previous life, he was invited to the earliest and largest Buddhist temple in China, Nanchan Temple!
What he didn't expect was that just standing in front of the temple gate, he was shocked by the magnificent design. The entire Golden Luan Hall was actually made of [-] jin of copper and iron.
Ling Yuxuan clicked his tongue endlessly, and then walked forward again.
Suddenly found a courtyard, in which an old monk in gray was sitting in a hut, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures in a low voice.
Being too sloppy and casual, he simply stopped, sat cross-legged on the futon next to the old monk, squinted his eyes, rested, and listened quietly to the old monk's chanting.
Just when Yu Xuan was immersed in the soothing sound of chanting sutras, the old monk suddenly raised the small wooden pestle in his hand and knocked on his top door with a hammer, shouting: "Idiot, wake up!"
The raw pain coming from the top door made Yuxuanhou jump up anxiously.
"Master, you..."
I wanted to ask the other party why he wanted to violently hurt others, but unexpectedly, his head suddenly hurt in the middle of speaking.
A series of familiar and unfamiliar memory fragments emerged in my mind, like a flood breaking a bank, coming one after another.
His name is Yuxuan, he is 12 years old!
The son of a village farmer in Hecheng, Huizhou, suffered from soul-loss disease since he was a child. His family feared that he would die young, so they sent him to a temple for foster care, where he listened to Buddhist scriptures...
Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, but the hard facts told him that he really had time-traveled!
According to Yuanshen's memory, the place he is now is also called Nanchan Temple.
The entire temple has a long history, and no one knows when it was first built.
What surprised Yu Xuan was that what he saw and heard after waking up was somewhat different from the memory in his mind.
There are no majestic temple buildings, let alone any busy monks.
Shrouded in clouds and mist throughout the year, the only thing you can see is this small seven-story pagoda behind you.
Its pagoda is called Zhenmo Pagoda, just hearing the name really makes people think that there are some monsters and ghosts locked inside!
But the fact is that there is nothing in it except books, large and small.
Since time travelling, the only living person I have ever seen is that mysterious old monk.
No, just as he was thinking in his heart, there was a slight fluctuation of breath coming from behind Yu Xuan.
In a flash of wit, he quickly dodged aside: "Master, it's been three years! Don't you want to change to a new move?"
After hearing the sound, the old monk held a small wooden pestle and laughed endlessly: "It's not about the number of tricks, it's about the precision!"
"Fine? Then I didn't see you hit me!" Yu Xuan muttered in a low voice.
In the past three years, his poor little top door has been hit by this mallet eight times.
As for why you remember it so clearly?
It was all because the old monk had no sense of measure in his shots, and every time he knocked down, he would have to lie down for several days.
In addition, the other party's behavior is unpredictable, and he is often not seen in person, so there is no way to take precautions in advance.
Counting this year, Yu Xuan also met him twice, the most recent time was four months ago!
At this time, he finally waited for the other party to show up, and he almost forgot the most important thing.
"Master, you hit me with a stick three years ago and led me here, do you still remember?"
Regarding Yu Xuan's question, the old monk smiled and shook his head: "No, no! It's just an old friend, like me but not me!"
"However, the poor monk still remembers the promise he made to the royal benefactor!"
Hearing this, Yu Xuan's heart felt a little more at ease.
As for whether it was he who led him here, it was actually not that important.
I said so much just now, in fact, I was waiting for the old monk's next sentence!
Because three years ago, the old monk had promised in person that as long as he finished what he had told him, he would let him go home!
Come back home?
I have to say that this condition is very attractive. For this goal, who knows what he has experienced in these years?
One can imagine how excited Yu Xuan was at this time.
But after years of tempering his mind, his excited mood was quickly calmed down.
Immediately following the old monk's words: "Three years ago, the master said that as long as I can familiarize myself with the 81 books in the seven floors and six pavilions, he can let me go back!"
"Now that I have fulfilled the requirements, I don't know when I can fulfill the promise?"
The old monk reassured: "It's no wonder that the benefactor is a genius from heaven, if that's the case..."
As he spoke, he took out a simple book from his pocket: "This book is "Compendium of Internal Classics" written by Li Mao before his death. Would you like to read it?"
As he spoke, he handed over the books, but Yu Xuan didn't reach out to pick them up.
At this scene, the old monk couldn't help laughing again: "My benefactor, don't rush for success in everything! The poor monk sees that the matter of going back needs to be discussed again, please discuss again!"
Apparently the old monk thought he was just acting on his own will.
Just when the other party turned around and was about to leave, Yu Xuan just opened his mouth to stop him.
"Master, you asked me to familiarize myself with those books three years ago. I really failed...but I can memorize them. I wonder if the promise I made still counts?"
"Recite by heart?" The old monk's unchanging expression finally showed a slight fluctuation.
Who knows that there are no less than 81 cheat books on the seventh floor, six pavilions, row [-], even if ordinary people just flip through the books, it may take a year.
Three years of familiarity with comprehension is the limit, let alone memorization!
Just when the old monk was convinced, there were bursts of joyful endorsements from behind.
"Compendium of Internal Classics, Volume [-], Section [-]. Water Department Mingshui, also known as Fang Zhushui, is sweet, cold, and non-toxic. It can remove fog and improve eyesight, soothe the nerves and drive away heat..."
The content is completely consistent with the book records.
The old monk was overjoyed, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Xuan's arm suddenly, his facial expression became even more joyful.
"Move the Blood Realm!"
"I didn't expect you to have entered the blood-moving realm..."
Move blood, alias exchange blood!
Cultivators who have reached this state can mobilize the essence and blood of the whole body to nourish the physical body.
As for the previous level, it is body training, which is further subdivided into congenital and acquired. The innate refines the skin and flesh, and the acquired strengthens the muscles and bones.
After that, there is the cave, which can absorb the external gods and supplement the body.
So the general level of cultivation is: body training (nature and acquired), moving blood, cave, venerable...
In addition, each realm is divided into early, middle, and late stages...
Like Yuxuan, it is currently in the initial stage of moving blood!
"When did you enter the blood-moving realm?" After a long time, I finally heard the old monk's voice again.
"Hmm... it should have been four months ago!"
Frankly speaking, even Yu Xuan himself forgot the specific time.
After all, there is no such thing as a clock in this world. How many days have passed depends entirely on the four pillars of heaven and earth to calculate.
But the difficulty is that where he is currently, there is nothing!
I can only roughly calculate the time, anyway, it must have been four months, or even more!
Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder the old monk was so surprised?
A person can memorize a collection of [-] treasured scriptures in three years, and still have the energy to advance to three stages in a row. This talent is really beyond imagination!
Seeing that the old monk was in a daze, Yu Xuan shook his arm lightly, which made him recover.
"Master, now that your request has been fulfilled, can you send me home as promised?"
"Hahaha, the benefactor can relax, monks never tell lies! I will send you home today!"
Done.
The old monk raised the small wooden pestle in his hand and was about to knock it down.
"Master, wait a minute!"
At the critical moment, Yu Xuan suddenly called out to stop him.
"Is there anything unresolved, Royal Benefactor? Is it possible that you still want to stay here for a while?"
Yu Xuan was afraid, and hurriedly said: "Don't, don't... I just want to ask Master something?"
"In the ancient sky, in the great thousand worlds, are there really three thousand?"
Yu Xuan, who didn't believe in ghosts and evil spirits in his previous life, has completely overturned his views here.
As for these unknown fields, as a person in the new century, he would naturally feel very curious, including Yuxuan himself.
The old monk pondered for a moment before responding: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. The poor monk is dull, and he has not understood it. The taste of it must be experienced by the donor himself!"
The words fall.
The old monk's wooden pestle knocked down.
Before losing consciousness, Yu Xuan could vaguely hear the old monk muttering:
"Nine-top heavenly gate, knocked down will open, karmic barriers of karma, Buddha dust is willing to bear..."
As for what the other party was talking about, Yu Xuan didn't want to know anyway.
Right now, I just want to go home and take a good cold shower, and then turn on my phone to see if there is any update for the book "I want to plunder the heavens" that I have been chasing after?
Unfinished for so long, wasted too much emotion.
When I go back this time, I must be a keyboard man, and I will spray him well!
Dead eunuch!
No wonder I can only be a rotten little author...
I don't know how long it took for Yu Xuan to wake up slowly.
The sky is still so blue, the grass is still so green, but why is the ground so wet...
Before he had time to appreciate the beauty bestowed by nature, he hurriedly got up from the grass and shook his wet clothes.
Looking around, I was overjoyed instantly.
Three years!
After three full years, he finally walked out of the cage-like pagoda and temple.
Just when he was ecstatic, the sound of two young monks beating the wooden fish suddenly came from behind him.
Seeing this, Yu Xuan strode forward: "Little master, is it convenient to ask me something?"
The little monk asked, "What did the benefactor ask?"
Yu Xuan said: "Excuse me, where is this place?"
The little monk continued: "Nanchan Temple!"
"Nanzen Temple?"
its not right!
There is a clear gap between the architectural design here and the ones seen in previous lives.
Could it be that three years have passed in another world, but 300 years have actually passed on Earth?
I was thinking in my heart, but I heard the little monk next to me say: "The almsgiver's clothes are soaked, and you can easily catch a cold if you wear them. If you don't mind, you can come to the temple and change into clean clothes!"
Hearing what the other party said, Yu Xuan thought it was the same.
Three years!
There is only one change of clothes, and the smell of sweat attached to it may spread thousands of miles around.
Then, without making any excuses, he followed the two young monks up the mountain.
On the way, Yuxuan chattered non-stop like a chatterbox, which really gave the two young monks a headache.
It's not that they dislike Yuxuan's chatter, but that what he said is too profound and difficult to understand.
Yuxuan: "I said little master, is it convenient to borrow your mobile phone?"
Little monk: "..."
Yuxuan: "If it's not convenient, is there a computer available in the temple?"
Little monk: "..."
Yuxuan: "Where is the free WiFi?"
Little monk: "..."
In the end, Yu Xuan understood one thing, that is, he had nothing to go home!
Why do monks not tell lies?
This clearly framed him!
It is conceivable that Yu Xuan, who knew the truth, burst into tears.
Even though he felt uncomfortable, under the guidance of the monks, he found a secluded small courtyard, found a side room, and quickly changed his clothes.
The size of the clothes fits just right, but it's a bit too popular, all of which are light blue monk clothes in neat bundles.
Walking out of the courtyard, I suddenly heard the sound of ding ding ding coming from a distance.
"This voice?" After Yuxuan listened carefully for a while, Chun Shanru laughed.
He was very familiar with this sound, it was the sound made by the jade chess pieces hitting the cypress chessboard.
Looking for the sound, I could see that under an old pine tree, a sixty-year-old monk was playing chess with a five-year-old monk.
The [-]-year-old monk looked like he was sure of winning, he raised his head and smiled back at Yu Xuan who was walking in the distance.
But the Pentecostal old monk frowned, staring at the chessboard without blinking, not even bothering to lift his head.
Just when the Pentecostal monk was engrossed in his thoughts, a little squirrel jumped up and stepped on a pine nut, hitting Yuxuan on the shoulder.
The pine nuts slid down and fell on the chessboard, messing up the chess game all at once.
Seeing this, the sixty-year-old monk smiled and said, "This pine nut saved Zixian's game of chess."
That Zixian said angrily: "Which child? I was trying to make a wonderful move, but you messed it up!"
While speaking, the five-year-old monk named Zixian naturally exuded a coercion around him.
If it was an ordinary person, he would probably be scared out of his wits on the spot, let alone someone like Yu Xuan who was so close.
However, the coercion had no effect on Yu Xuan, and he responded neither humble nor overbearing: "Master, don't panic, I'll just put it on!"
So he put all the chess pieces into the chess box, and replayed the game casually, and it turned out that none of them were bad!
The two old monks were dumbfounded the whole time.
"It hasn't been long since I saw you just came here, how do you know how we play chess when you don't know our opening moves?" the sixty-year-old monk asked doubtfully.
"Just push back according to the chess pattern, it's not difficult!"
……
"wrong!"
"The order of your place is wrong. I played the Tianyuan style for beginners, which is the cheat book of the chess world. How could you understand it!"
"The master is talking about the changes in moves recorded in the "Xuan Yao Chess Classic"?"
Zixian was shocked: "Do you know this secret book?"
For this "Xuanyao Chess Classic", Yuxuan also read it from the 81 rows of books on the seven floors and six pavilions. The chess patterns on it took him an incense stick of time to fully understand it.
"Okay, you are a virtuous man. Let me tell you how your chess skills have improved recently. It turns out that you have obtained the secret book, but you didn't tell me!" the sixty-year-old monk said angrily.
But Zixian sneered: "Zizhong, how long did it take you to remember to tell me the last time you got "Lingluo Wangyou Collection"? I'm afraid you have already researched it to a great extent, so you just took it out!"
Looking at the blushing monk, Yu Xuan felt very kind. It seems that no matter what era, the virtues of this chess player are the same.
Zizhong said: "You can't say that, I took the initiative to show you "Lingluo Wangyou Collection", I don't want you to keep it secret like this!"
Zixian softly said: "I'm too busy, didn't I have time to tell you?"
"Busy, busy! You can be busy with a hammer, I think you are too busy to figure out the chess record! I wondered, I didn't see you playing me before after thinking about it, so what are you doing so hard!"
"Can't beat you? Are you kidding me? Did you lose more, or did I lose more? The game just now doesn't count. Let's start again. I have other new tricks!"
"Hey, it's a new trick! Even children know how to use it!"
Just as they were fighting hard, the two of them remembered that there was a big living person standing beside them, so they quickly sat upright, assuming the posture of an eminent monk.
Zixian asked, "Son, what, what's your name?"
"Kid Yuxuan!"
"Do you know the changes in the Tianyuan in the early days?"
"I know! I also know that there are mistakes in this chess record for the research of Taichu Tianyuan!"
"Wrong? What a big tone! Do you know who wrote this game record? It was written by Zhao Songting, the national player of Great Mongolia. Can you see the mistake?"
"What kind of big country can come out of the barbarian land?"
Hearing this, Zixian finally couldn't help shouting angrily: "Huh? You kid, you have learned to brag before you learn how to be modest?"
Although Zhao Songting was born in a family of grass herds in another country, his superb chess skills are recognized by the six countries!
Chess games, regardless of nationality.
Now a kid with a fluffy head dares to speak so rudely and without shame, it would be unbearable for any chess player.
What's more, a quick-tempered person like Zixian.
At this time, he picked up the chess pieces on the table: "Come on! Let me see today whether your chess skills are better than your arrogance or rudeness!"
"What's the matter? You can't play chess? Why don't you come over? Don't worry, I won't bully the younger generation, let your four go first!"
Yu Xuan hesitated for a while: "Master, can I tell the truth?"
Zixian, on the other hand, has a quick temper: "The monks don't tell lies, so is it possible to encourage you to tell lies?"
Hearing this, the corners of Yu Xuan's mouth twitched inexplicably, because this line was so familiar.
"Okay! That kid just said it! Master, your chess strength? It shouldn't be you who let me make the fourth son, but I should let you the fourth son!"
Now Zizhong couldn't sit still: "How old are you, kid? Haven't the grown-ups taught you what it means to be arrogant? Our two brothers will have surpassed many masters in the world. Who dares to say that we are four sons?"
"Come on! Let's tie the game first, I want to see how capable you are!"
Yuxuan was forced to have no choice but to sit in the seat vacated by Zixian, feeling a little sorry, and said to Zixian: "Master asked you to stand like this, boy, I am really sorry, why don't I just stand up! "
Zixian was annoyed: "Okay! You just sat down on your ass, and you are still pretending to me here. If you can beat Zizhong, let alone standing, I would even serve you tea and water!" "
Yuxuan thought to himself: Once this eminent monk becomes a chess fan, he will go offline even with his emotional intelligence.
The two of them guessed first, and Yuxuan took the white son first.
In order to show off, he first sacrificed the Taichu Tianyuan Style.
However, Zizhong is not a vegetarian. To be able to join the ranks of amateur masters, his own chess strength is not weak.
It's a pity that the person he is playing against is the top master of the future!
Secondly, after coming to this world, Yuxuan has memorized the collection of Hundred Thousand Treasures by heart, which contains many works about various chess studies.
Today, being loyal to Yi Zi is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables!
Zixian at the side saw that the situation was not good, so he directly pulled Zizhong up: "He used the Taichu Tianyuan style, you are not familiar with this change, let me do it!"
At this time, Zizhong didn't care about it, he got up and gave up his position, and concentrated on watching the two of them fight.
The three of them fought vigorously, but the sun had already set to the west.
From beginning to end, the two monks had never played a complete game of chess.
Seeing that it was late and Yu Xuan was hungry, he proposed to fight another day.
But the two monks refused to let it go, thinking that Yuxuan was only good at Taichu Tianyuan, not a hero, so they insisted on pulling him to fight at night.
Yu Xuan rolled his eyes, and suddenly said: "Master, it's getting late, and I have to go back?"
Zixian said, "Go back? Where are you going?"
As he spoke, he stared furiously at the monk robe Yu Xuan was wearing.
Yu Xuan showed embarrassment, it was obvious that the monk clothes he had just changed had misunderstood the other party.
"Master, I really didn't lie to you! Boy, I live on the Demon Town Tower."
"What? Demon Suppressing Tower!" The two monks said in unison.
Seeing this, Yu Xuan was secretly delighted, as expected, these two people really knew something about the Town Demon Tower.
In this case, he can follow the clues to find the mysterious old monk, and then question him carefully, why do the monks lie?
At this time, the emotions of the two monks beside them also gradually eased down.
Zi Zhong said: "Boy, do you really live on the Demon Town Tower?"
Yu Xuan said: "Really!"
Speaking of this, Zixian was extremely annoyed and said: "Boy, who are you talking about? Even we are not qualified to go up to the Demon Suppressing Tower, because you are a young boy?"
"Master, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not! It's useless to talk too much!"
"You boy! You are so angry!"
Zizhong watched the two quarreling, and couldn't help laughing with relief: "Zixian, don't be rude, if this kid really came down from the Demon Town Tower, we may both call him "Master Uncle" when we see him in the future." !"
"Uncle?" Yu Xuan was taken aback.
You must know that the status of these two monks in the temple is not simple. After all, other monks are eating fast and reciting Buddha, but they are the only ones playing chess leisurely and elegantly.
If I'm really their uncle, then I'm too senior!
But compared to this, what surprised Yuxuan even more was that the Zhenmo Pagoda was on the Nanchan Temple, which meant that the mysterious old monk was also an accomplished monk in the temple.
In this way, we will meet again...
into the night.
Yuxuan had just returned to the residence arranged by the two monks, and when he opened the door, he saw that the food had been placed on the table, and he felt a little comforted in his heart.
He was also really hungry, he ate like a wolf, and handed the tableware to the little monk.
After closing the door, he quickly climbed to the head of the bed and sat cross-legged.
Moment.
Yu Xuan's consciousness was pulled into a virtual space, where the clouds and mist were shrouded, like a fairyland!
As for this mysterious space, Yuxuan had actually discovered it three years ago.
Familiar with cars and roads, he stretched out his right hand and swiped lightly towards the void.
Suddenly, a milky white attribute panel appeared in front of my eyes:
【Character】: Yuxuan
[Professional level]: middle position
【Operation Record】:
1. The luck of gathering gods:
2. The luck of gathering books:
3. The luck of gathering chess and elegance:
……
The entire interface can be described as simple and clear. A discerning person only needs to look at it to know what this thing is?
That's right!
Goldfinger!
A must-have for those who travel across the world.
After years of painstaking research, Yu Xuan finally figured out something.
[Professional level] There are currently three levels of known domains, which are people, kings, and emperors, and the two levels are divided into lower, middle and upper.
As for what is the use?
unknown!
Secondly, the content under [Yun Lu] seems to Yu Xuan to be a running account.
The so-called divine source of luck is exactly the energy he needs to absorb for his current cultivation, which exists between heaven and earth.
In the early stage, it was used to temper the body, and later it can be transformed into its own use after the cave is opened up.
As for the luck of the scholarly fragrance, it is a new function opened by Yuxuan after studying thousands of books in the Zhenmo Pagoda.
In the same way, the luck of chess and elegance was inadvertently opened today after playing chess with two monks, Zixian and Zizhong.
The three seem to have no connection with each other, but they all have one thing in common:
That is, as long as the specified target requirements are met, a new ability will be opened.
Like the luck of the scholar, after Yuxuan had memorized [-] precious scriptures, it successfully entered the third stage, during which two functions were activated.
The first one is the photographic memory, which is activated after Yuxuan has read [-] scriptures.
In order to open this function, it took him a whole year.
One must know that it would take Yuxuan a whole year to familiarize himself with [-] books in the collection of precious scriptures, let alone the [-] books?
If it is not for the opening of new functions, it may take him nine years, ten years, or even longer...
It is really by using the ability of photographic memory that Yuxuan was able to memorize the collection of [-] treasured scriptures by heart within three years.
And this process is also very painful. After reading books every day and night, it takes three years to completely read the [-] books.
Ling Yuxuan poured out bitter water: I am really tired!
If he let other people know what he thinks now, he might have scolded him long ago.
These are all fucking people!Still not satisfied.
Fortunately, Emperor Tian paid off. After Yuxuan finished reading the [-] treasured scriptures, the system finally opened a new function again.
It can accurately check out the wrong content recorded in any exercise book, and can revise and strengthen these parts accordingly.
So here comes the point?
What is the unknown function of the third chess elegant luck?
To be honest, even Yu Xuan himself is not clear about this.
Because this information was only displayed after defeating the two monks, Zixian and Zizhong, in the game today.
As for the newly opened function, it is called: Weiwei!
For this function, Yuxuan is really not too cold, after all, he is also a person who has seen big scenes.
Anyway, Xinqi's ability is really useless to him at present, and he can only play on the chessboard.
After learning about the new functions, Yuxuan meditated and began to practice.
Late at night.
In the Buddhist courtyard where the abbot of Nanchan Temple is located, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared.
This person was so familiar, if Yu Xuan was present, he would definitely recognize him as an old monk who had been with him for nearly three years in the Zhenmo Pagoda.
He quietly pushed open the door and walked in.
From time to time, the voice of another old monk could be heard in the house.
"I don't know why Master Fochen visited the place late at night?"
The old monk who used to get along with Yuxuan day and night, the original name is: Buddha dust!
Many years ago, he has been practicing in Nanchan Temple.
At this time, I saw the old Buddhist monk responding with a smile: "Congratulations to Abbot Huikong!"
Huikong was puzzled and said: "The monks have neither joy nor anger. I don't know what kind of happy event can make the master so moved?"
Fochen said: "But there are old wise people coming to this temple."
Huikong said: "I teach that there is a Suhui man who is either a Buddha or a sage. I don't know who this person is? Where does he live now?"
Fochen said: "This son is named Yuxuan, and he lives in this temple now!"
Huikong said thoughtfully: "The person the master mentioned is Yuxuan who was fostered in this temple three years ago?"
Fochen shook his head and said, "Yes, but no? It's his name, not someone else's! Within three years, I have used the Sutra to completely stimulate his Su Hui."
Hui Kong said: "Master really has good intentions, but Master actually wanted to take this child away three years ago, he should have informed Hui Kong!"
Fochen said: "Don't blame the abbot, there is a reason for everything!"
As he spoke, he saw his gaze straight through the window, looking towards a hill.
Huikong followed his eyes, seemed to understand, and said, "Could it be related to the Demon Suppressing Pagoda?"
Buddha dust heard the sound, laughed but did not answer.
After a while, I saw him sigh worryingly: "In recent years, the Demon Suppressing Tower has been restless, and I'm afraid something bad will happen!"
Hui Kong turned pale with shock: "Then I don't know what instruction the master has?"
Buddha dust said: "Protect this child well, or you can avoid disaster!"
Hui Kong said: "Then should he be asked to do something?"
Buddha dust said: "Let him alone!"
Huikong said: "What if his behavior harms the temple?"
Buddha dust said: "Let him alone!"
Huikong said: "What if he asks my temple?"
Buddha dust said: "Help him!"
Hui Kong said: "Then if he leaves in the future, wouldn't our temple lose its chance?"
Buddha Chen said: "It is a great opportunity for a saint to come from my sect!"
Huikong had an epiphany, and Heshi bowed his head to be taught.
Then I saw Buddha Chen turning around and wanting to leave.
Seeing this, Hui Kong hurriedly said: "Since we are here, will Master not stay for a few days?"
Buddha Chen said: "Alright! Don't rush for success in everything!"
After all, I looked at the hills in the distance again.
Since then, with Huikong's affectionate retention, Fochen stayed in Nanchan Temple.
Coincidentally, the location of the wing chosen by the other party happened to be opposite to Yuxuan's bedroom.
The morning bells are ringing.
Yu Xuan opened his eyes, as if returning from a dream, even the clothes on his body were wet with sweat.
The trembling roar still echoed clearly in his mind, and he looked out the window as if feeling something in his heart.
In the gray area, there is still a small mountain looming.
However, his thoughts were quickly brought back by the sound of the bell, because the sound was so familiar.
Within three years, whenever he heard this bell, he would wake up subconsciously, and it had become his biological clock.
Secondly, through this familiar voice, Yuxuan also became more convinced that what abyss is there between Zhenmo Pagoda and Nanchan Temple?
And the distance between the two places is definitely not far, combined with the speed of sound transmission, and the number of times the bell is struck...
At this moment, Yuxuan seemed to have a calculator in his head, and he had roughly locked on the location of the Zhenmo Pagoda, which should be ten miles away from Nanchan Temple.
Even he himself was stunned at the beginning, wondering when his brain became so easy to use?
But soon Yuxuan suddenly realized that all the credit was due to the new function that was just launched last night: Weiwei!
But compared to this, there is actually something that both annoys and surprises Yu Xuan.
That was the moment when he pushed open the door, he actually saw that mysterious old monk, Buddha Chen again!
……
For this Buddha dust, Yu Xuan has a lot of resentment, the source of which is that he thinks this Buddha dust is a human trafficker.
Thinking about my previous life, I had no worries about food or clothing, and played all over the country, and I was completely a free and easy king.
Up to now, he never thought that he would be caught here one day and live on vegetarian food every day.
I thought that the hard days were coming to an end, so I could go home and have a good meal. Who ever wanted to play tricks on others, but turned around and returned to the starting point.
Even though he knew that this old monk's morality was very deep, Yu Xuan was still out of breath.
Just when he was about to question why the other party didn't keep his word, that Buddha Chen suddenly spoke first.
"My benefactor, did you sleep well last night?"
Did you actually ask yourself if you slept well?
There is no Simmons here, and no air-conditioning electric mosquito coils. I don’t know what kind of nightmares I have in the middle of the night. Can I sleep well like this?
Thinking of this, Yu Xuan couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Very good! What about the master?"
Buddha Chen smiled and said: "It's rare to be quiet, very good, very good!"
Yu Xuan followed closely and said: "Master slept well, but I don't know if you still remember what you promised the boy?"
The words have reached this level, but that Buddha Chen pretended to be stupid, and said: "I don't know what the royal benefactor is talking about?"
What is it?
Why do you have the nerve to ask yourself?
Although Yu Xuan was so angry, he still resisted the urge to curse, and continued: "That day at the Demon Suppressing Tower, the master promised to send me home!"
Hearing the sound, Fochen looked completely enlightened: "The poor monk remembered what the royal benefactor said. Monks never tell lies. Haven't all the promised things been fulfilled?"
"Have you done it?" Yu Xuan's head was full of big doubts.
Obviously he was here, and this lie was obviously a little out of mind.
Just when Yuxuan was in a daze, Fochen said again: "Isn't the home of the benefactor living in Huizhou? Although Jiangzhou and Huizhou are thousands of miles apart, it only takes a few days to go back. time."
Yuxuan: "..."
I was completely speechless in my heart. According to what the old monk said, I was indeed not lying.
Go home, go home, he did go home, but the home he returned to was the home of the original owner!
For a while, Yu Xuan was also speechless.
But Buddha Chen came forward: "My benefactor, can you finally grant one more request from the poor monk?"
"cannot!"
Yu Xuan refused without even thinking about it, and he could guess with his toes that it was definitely not a good thing.
Unsurprisingly.
Buddha Chen said: "May I borrow a drop of blood from the benefactor at the end?"
Over the years, Yuxuan has been tortured by old monks in the Demon Town Pagoda...
No!It should be such a request, after all, he hasn't done it by force.
I originally thought that I could get rid of it after I got out of the Demon Town Tower, but I didn't expect it, I still didn't expect it!
I don't know what kind of ghosts this monk has in mind. From now on, it's better to keep him at a respectful distance. If we can't provoke him, can we still hide it?
Although Yu Xuan thought so in his heart, he still asked tentatively: "Is it really the last time?"
Buddha dust: "Monks don't tell lies..."
Got it!
It's still the same old saying.
After thinking for a while, Yu Xuan's eyes suddenly rolled, as if thinking of something?
"It turned out to be the master's request, and the kid should agree to it, but as the saying goes: Cannibals are soft-spoken, but short-handed! Master, don't you want to show it?"
Fochen was stunned and said, "I don't know what the imperial benefactor wants to say?"
"Huh?" Yu Xuan put his chin on his hand and thought for a while.
Then he squinted at the wooden pestle in Fochen's hand, and said, "My boy will inevitably be plotted against when he goes out from now on! You must need something to defend yourself, and the wooden pestle of Master, I think it's not bad!"
Fochen said: "Hahaha, so it is true? But the wooden pestle of the poor monk is just made of ordinary sandalwood, not some peerless treasure!"
Obviously, at a glance, the other party could see the small calculations in Yu Xuan's heart.
"But the poor monk has something that the royal benefactor might like?"
"What is that?" Yu Xuan, who was already disheartened, instantly became curious again after he said this.
"Hahaha, benefactor, don't worry, this thing is not on me right now!"
"Cut! Then what are you talking about!"
For Yuxuan's impoliteness, Fochen was not angry, and continued: "If the benefactor agrees to the poor monk's request now, I can get this thing for you tonight!"
"Really?"
"Really! Monks don't fight..."
"Okay! Come on!"
Before Fochen finished speaking, Yu Xuan took the lead in agreeing very straightforwardly.
Fo Chen didn't talk too much, and walked straight to Yu Xuan, and just raised his hand, and the great work was done.
From the beginning to the end, Yu Xuan didn't feel any pain.
Because for these, he has been trained in the past three years, so it's not surprising.
"Master, the blood drawing time this time is much slower than last time."
But Buddha Chen said: "The benefactor is really joking. The poor monk has already got what he needs, and he will fulfill his promise tonight."
Yuxuan was thinking about something to say, when suddenly a young monk came, but it was Zixian who sent someone to urge him.
Put your hands together to salute, and after paying homage to the Buddha dust, you left in a hurry with the little monk.
The day was another good fight.
Yuxuan naturally used the same move Panpan, Taichu Tianyuan Hand!
The two monks played chess with each other in deep thought and meditation, coping with all kinds of changing situations, obviously much better than yesterday.
It can be seen that the two monks spent a lot of time reading and studying the "Xuan Yao Chess Classic" last night. The scenes are so familiar that Yu Xuan thought that he had come here in the same way.
Looking at it, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zixian said with a serious face: "Smile, smile, wait until I have deciphered all the changes in your bottom-press moves, and see if you can still laugh."
In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting again, and the two sides withdrew their troops.
Just after Yu Xuan had dinner, he saw the light in Fochen's room suddenly lit up.
Then, he hurriedly put on his shoes and knocked on the door of the house.
But I saw that Fochen was a little embarrassed, as if he had experienced a fierce battle, but his spirit was still in good spirits.
"The benefactor is here! The poor monk has brought you something!"
"Well...thank you...Master!"
At this time, Yu Xuan seemed very uncomfortable, remembering how rude he was to others in the morning.
Just thinking about it for a short while, Fochen has already handed over the things that fulfilled the promise.
Yu Xuan, who was not quite embarrassed at first, was stunned for an instant after seeing clearly what the other party handed over.
Nima!
Is this something?
This is obviously air!
Seeing Yu Xuan stunned on the spot with a look of lovelessness, Fo Chen couldn't help but sneer: "Don't be disheartened, your benefactor, this is an unusual thing, just hand it over for a closer look!"
Although Yu Xuan was unwilling in every way, he still stretched out his hands obediently.
There was nothing in the palm, as if something was added.
Taking a closer look, I found that this thing looks like a seed, hanging in the palm, very crystal clear.
Just when Yuxuan was amazed and wanted to ask the old monk what it was, there was a sudden change.
The mysterious thing that looked like a seed suddenly emitted a faint red light and got into Yu Xuan's body.
There is no pain, but my soul has become more fulfilled, and I even felt that this thing was originally my own.
Can't help but rejoice: "Master, does this strange thing have a name?"
Buddha dust said: "Boundless!"
……
(End of this chapter)
ku... ku... ku... ku...
In the morning, the birds chirped.
The bells of an ancient temple reverberated in the morning mist.
In a corner of the temple, the famous and handsome young boy was leaning against the wall, stretching his waist and opening his mouth, very comfortable.
Moment!
Gusts of breeze blew the tips of his hair, maybe he felt chilly, and he stood up slowly, pacing with his hands behind his back, and chanted a poem loudly:
"The golden crow raises the morning air, and the jade threshold rises in the morning light!"
This poem is from Meng Kang's "Ode to the Sun and Zhao Wangjiao" in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and it is also one of Yuxuan's favorite ancient poems in his previous life.
It is just right to use it here at this moment.
Three years!
It has been three full years since he traveled here, and he has not been able to leave this temple that he is familiar with and distressed from the beginning to the end.
Over the years, he has planned to escape more than once.
Whether it's running, digging, drilling, or flying...
But the final results all ended in failure.
So far, he still hasn't figured out why the gods are looking at his good qualities, so he wants to hone him so much?
Because frankly speaking, his past life experience is not as awesome as the protagonist in conventional routines.
There is no strong backing, no incomparably rich wealth, and no extraordinary abilities beyond ordinary people.
Apart from being proficient at Go, he has spent almost all his life as a fool. He spent a few years in college, a few years in the army, a few years in the unit, and a few years in the sea...
I've been in a trance for half my life like this, but I can be considered to be at ease.
One day in the previous life, he was invited to the earliest and largest Buddhist temple in China, Nanchan Temple!
What he didn't expect was that just standing in front of the temple gate, he was shocked by the magnificent design. The entire Golden Luan Hall was actually made of [-] jin of copper and iron.
Ling Yuxuan clicked his tongue endlessly, and then walked forward again.
Suddenly found a courtyard, in which an old monk in gray was sitting in a hut, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures in a low voice.
Being too sloppy and casual, he simply stopped, sat cross-legged on the futon next to the old monk, squinted his eyes, rested, and listened quietly to the old monk's chanting.
Just when Yu Xuan was immersed in the soothing sound of chanting sutras, the old monk suddenly raised the small wooden pestle in his hand and knocked on his top door with a hammer, shouting: "Idiot, wake up!"
The raw pain coming from the top door made Yuxuanhou jump up anxiously.
"Master, you..."
I wanted to ask the other party why he wanted to violently hurt others, but unexpectedly, his head suddenly hurt in the middle of speaking.
A series of familiar and unfamiliar memory fragments emerged in my mind, like a flood breaking a bank, coming one after another.
His name is Yuxuan, he is 12 years old!
The son of a village farmer in Hecheng, Huizhou, suffered from soul-loss disease since he was a child. His family feared that he would die young, so they sent him to a temple for foster care, where he listened to Buddhist scriptures...
Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, but the hard facts told him that he really had time-traveled!
According to Yuanshen's memory, the place he is now is also called Nanchan Temple.
The entire temple has a long history, and no one knows when it was first built.
What surprised Yu Xuan was that what he saw and heard after waking up was somewhat different from the memory in his mind.
There are no majestic temple buildings, let alone any busy monks.
Shrouded in clouds and mist throughout the year, the only thing you can see is this small seven-story pagoda behind you.
Its pagoda is called Zhenmo Pagoda, just hearing the name really makes people think that there are some monsters and ghosts locked inside!
But the fact is that there is nothing in it except books, large and small.
Since time travelling, the only living person I have ever seen is that mysterious old monk.
No, just as he was thinking in his heart, there was a slight fluctuation of breath coming from behind Yu Xuan.
In a flash of wit, he quickly dodged aside: "Master, it's been three years! Don't you want to change to a new move?"
After hearing the sound, the old monk held a small wooden pestle and laughed endlessly: "It's not about the number of tricks, it's about the precision!"
"Fine? Then I didn't see you hit me!" Yu Xuan muttered in a low voice.
In the past three years, his poor little top door has been hit by this mallet eight times.
As for why you remember it so clearly?
It was all because the old monk had no sense of measure in his shots, and every time he knocked down, he would have to lie down for several days.
In addition, the other party's behavior is unpredictable, and he is often not seen in person, so there is no way to take precautions in advance.
Counting this year, Yu Xuan also met him twice, the most recent time was four months ago!
At this time, he finally waited for the other party to show up, and he almost forgot the most important thing.
"Master, you hit me with a stick three years ago and led me here, do you still remember?"
Regarding Yu Xuan's question, the old monk smiled and shook his head: "No, no! It's just an old friend, like me but not me!"
"However, the poor monk still remembers the promise he made to the royal benefactor!"
Hearing this, Yu Xuan's heart felt a little more at ease.
As for whether it was he who led him here, it was actually not that important.
I said so much just now, in fact, I was waiting for the old monk's next sentence!
Because three years ago, the old monk had promised in person that as long as he finished what he had told him, he would let him go home!
Come back home?
I have to say that this condition is very attractive. For this goal, who knows what he has experienced in these years?
One can imagine how excited Yu Xuan was at this time.
But after years of tempering his mind, his excited mood was quickly calmed down.
Immediately following the old monk's words: "Three years ago, the master said that as long as I can familiarize myself with the 81 books in the seven floors and six pavilions, he can let me go back!"
"Now that I have fulfilled the requirements, I don't know when I can fulfill the promise?"
The old monk reassured: "It's no wonder that the benefactor is a genius from heaven, if that's the case..."
As he spoke, he took out a simple book from his pocket: "This book is "Compendium of Internal Classics" written by Li Mao before his death. Would you like to read it?"
As he spoke, he handed over the books, but Yu Xuan didn't reach out to pick them up.
At this scene, the old monk couldn't help laughing again: "My benefactor, don't rush for success in everything! The poor monk sees that the matter of going back needs to be discussed again, please discuss again!"
Apparently the old monk thought he was just acting on his own will.
Just when the other party turned around and was about to leave, Yu Xuan just opened his mouth to stop him.
"Master, you asked me to familiarize myself with those books three years ago. I really failed...but I can memorize them. I wonder if the promise I made still counts?"
"Recite by heart?" The old monk's unchanging expression finally showed a slight fluctuation.
Who knows that there are no less than 81 cheat books on the seventh floor, six pavilions, row [-], even if ordinary people just flip through the books, it may take a year.
Three years of familiarity with comprehension is the limit, let alone memorization!
Just when the old monk was convinced, there were bursts of joyful endorsements from behind.
"Compendium of Internal Classics, Volume [-], Section [-]. Water Department Mingshui, also known as Fang Zhushui, is sweet, cold, and non-toxic. It can remove fog and improve eyesight, soothe the nerves and drive away heat..."
The content is completely consistent with the book records.
The old monk was overjoyed, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Xuan's arm suddenly, his facial expression became even more joyful.
"Move the Blood Realm!"
"I didn't expect you to have entered the blood-moving realm..."
Move blood, alias exchange blood!
Cultivators who have reached this state can mobilize the essence and blood of the whole body to nourish the physical body.
As for the previous level, it is body training, which is further subdivided into congenital and acquired. The innate refines the skin and flesh, and the acquired strengthens the muscles and bones.
After that, there is the cave, which can absorb the external gods and supplement the body.
So the general level of cultivation is: body training (nature and acquired), moving blood, cave, venerable...
In addition, each realm is divided into early, middle, and late stages...
Like Yuxuan, it is currently in the initial stage of moving blood!
"When did you enter the blood-moving realm?" After a long time, I finally heard the old monk's voice again.
"Hmm... it should have been four months ago!"
Frankly speaking, even Yu Xuan himself forgot the specific time.
After all, there is no such thing as a clock in this world. How many days have passed depends entirely on the four pillars of heaven and earth to calculate.
But the difficulty is that where he is currently, there is nothing!
I can only roughly calculate the time, anyway, it must have been four months, or even more!
Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder the old monk was so surprised?
A person can memorize a collection of [-] treasured scriptures in three years, and still have the energy to advance to three stages in a row. This talent is really beyond imagination!
Seeing that the old monk was in a daze, Yu Xuan shook his arm lightly, which made him recover.
"Master, now that your request has been fulfilled, can you send me home as promised?"
"Hahaha, the benefactor can relax, monks never tell lies! I will send you home today!"
Done.
The old monk raised the small wooden pestle in his hand and was about to knock it down.
"Master, wait a minute!"
At the critical moment, Yu Xuan suddenly called out to stop him.
"Is there anything unresolved, Royal Benefactor? Is it possible that you still want to stay here for a while?"
Yu Xuan was afraid, and hurriedly said: "Don't, don't... I just want to ask Master something?"
"In the ancient sky, in the great thousand worlds, are there really three thousand?"
Yu Xuan, who didn't believe in ghosts and evil spirits in his previous life, has completely overturned his views here.
As for these unknown fields, as a person in the new century, he would naturally feel very curious, including Yuxuan himself.
The old monk pondered for a moment before responding: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. The poor monk is dull, and he has not understood it. The taste of it must be experienced by the donor himself!"
The words fall.
The old monk's wooden pestle knocked down.
Before losing consciousness, Yu Xuan could vaguely hear the old monk muttering:
"Nine-top heavenly gate, knocked down will open, karmic barriers of karma, Buddha dust is willing to bear..."
As for what the other party was talking about, Yu Xuan didn't want to know anyway.
Right now, I just want to go home and take a good cold shower, and then turn on my phone to see if there is any update for the book "I want to plunder the heavens" that I have been chasing after?
Unfinished for so long, wasted too much emotion.
When I go back this time, I must be a keyboard man, and I will spray him well!
Dead eunuch!
No wonder I can only be a rotten little author...
I don't know how long it took for Yu Xuan to wake up slowly.
The sky is still so blue, the grass is still so green, but why is the ground so wet...
Before he had time to appreciate the beauty bestowed by nature, he hurriedly got up from the grass and shook his wet clothes.
Looking around, I was overjoyed instantly.
Three years!
After three full years, he finally walked out of the cage-like pagoda and temple.
Just when he was ecstatic, the sound of two young monks beating the wooden fish suddenly came from behind him.
Seeing this, Yu Xuan strode forward: "Little master, is it convenient to ask me something?"
The little monk asked, "What did the benefactor ask?"
Yu Xuan said: "Excuse me, where is this place?"
The little monk continued: "Nanchan Temple!"
"Nanzen Temple?"
its not right!
There is a clear gap between the architectural design here and the ones seen in previous lives.
Could it be that three years have passed in another world, but 300 years have actually passed on Earth?
I was thinking in my heart, but I heard the little monk next to me say: "The almsgiver's clothes are soaked, and you can easily catch a cold if you wear them. If you don't mind, you can come to the temple and change into clean clothes!"
Hearing what the other party said, Yu Xuan thought it was the same.
Three years!
There is only one change of clothes, and the smell of sweat attached to it may spread thousands of miles around.
Then, without making any excuses, he followed the two young monks up the mountain.
On the way, Yuxuan chattered non-stop like a chatterbox, which really gave the two young monks a headache.
It's not that they dislike Yuxuan's chatter, but that what he said is too profound and difficult to understand.
Yuxuan: "I said little master, is it convenient to borrow your mobile phone?"
Little monk: "..."
Yuxuan: "If it's not convenient, is there a computer available in the temple?"
Little monk: "..."
Yuxuan: "Where is the free WiFi?"
Little monk: "..."
In the end, Yu Xuan understood one thing, that is, he had nothing to go home!
Why do monks not tell lies?
This clearly framed him!
It is conceivable that Yu Xuan, who knew the truth, burst into tears.
Even though he felt uncomfortable, under the guidance of the monks, he found a secluded small courtyard, found a side room, and quickly changed his clothes.
The size of the clothes fits just right, but it's a bit too popular, all of which are light blue monk clothes in neat bundles.
Walking out of the courtyard, I suddenly heard the sound of ding ding ding coming from a distance.
"This voice?" After Yuxuan listened carefully for a while, Chun Shanru laughed.
He was very familiar with this sound, it was the sound made by the jade chess pieces hitting the cypress chessboard.
Looking for the sound, I could see that under an old pine tree, a sixty-year-old monk was playing chess with a five-year-old monk.
The [-]-year-old monk looked like he was sure of winning, he raised his head and smiled back at Yu Xuan who was walking in the distance.
But the Pentecostal old monk frowned, staring at the chessboard without blinking, not even bothering to lift his head.
Just when the Pentecostal monk was engrossed in his thoughts, a little squirrel jumped up and stepped on a pine nut, hitting Yuxuan on the shoulder.
The pine nuts slid down and fell on the chessboard, messing up the chess game all at once.
Seeing this, the sixty-year-old monk smiled and said, "This pine nut saved Zixian's game of chess."
That Zixian said angrily: "Which child? I was trying to make a wonderful move, but you messed it up!"
While speaking, the five-year-old monk named Zixian naturally exuded a coercion around him.
If it was an ordinary person, he would probably be scared out of his wits on the spot, let alone someone like Yu Xuan who was so close.
However, the coercion had no effect on Yu Xuan, and he responded neither humble nor overbearing: "Master, don't panic, I'll just put it on!"
So he put all the chess pieces into the chess box, and replayed the game casually, and it turned out that none of them were bad!
The two old monks were dumbfounded the whole time.
"It hasn't been long since I saw you just came here, how do you know how we play chess when you don't know our opening moves?" the sixty-year-old monk asked doubtfully.
"Just push back according to the chess pattern, it's not difficult!"
……
"wrong!"
"The order of your place is wrong. I played the Tianyuan style for beginners, which is the cheat book of the chess world. How could you understand it!"
"The master is talking about the changes in moves recorded in the "Xuan Yao Chess Classic"?"
Zixian was shocked: "Do you know this secret book?"
For this "Xuanyao Chess Classic", Yuxuan also read it from the 81 rows of books on the seven floors and six pavilions. The chess patterns on it took him an incense stick of time to fully understand it.
"Okay, you are a virtuous man. Let me tell you how your chess skills have improved recently. It turns out that you have obtained the secret book, but you didn't tell me!" the sixty-year-old monk said angrily.
But Zixian sneered: "Zizhong, how long did it take you to remember to tell me the last time you got "Lingluo Wangyou Collection"? I'm afraid you have already researched it to a great extent, so you just took it out!"
Looking at the blushing monk, Yu Xuan felt very kind. It seems that no matter what era, the virtues of this chess player are the same.
Zizhong said: "You can't say that, I took the initiative to show you "Lingluo Wangyou Collection", I don't want you to keep it secret like this!"
Zixian softly said: "I'm too busy, didn't I have time to tell you?"
"Busy, busy! You can be busy with a hammer, I think you are too busy to figure out the chess record! I wondered, I didn't see you playing me before after thinking about it, so what are you doing so hard!"
"Can't beat you? Are you kidding me? Did you lose more, or did I lose more? The game just now doesn't count. Let's start again. I have other new tricks!"
"Hey, it's a new trick! Even children know how to use it!"
Just as they were fighting hard, the two of them remembered that there was a big living person standing beside them, so they quickly sat upright, assuming the posture of an eminent monk.
Zixian asked, "Son, what, what's your name?"
"Kid Yuxuan!"
"Do you know the changes in the Tianyuan in the early days?"
"I know! I also know that there are mistakes in this chess record for the research of Taichu Tianyuan!"
"Wrong? What a big tone! Do you know who wrote this game record? It was written by Zhao Songting, the national player of Great Mongolia. Can you see the mistake?"
"What kind of big country can come out of the barbarian land?"
Hearing this, Zixian finally couldn't help shouting angrily: "Huh? You kid, you have learned to brag before you learn how to be modest?"
Although Zhao Songting was born in a family of grass herds in another country, his superb chess skills are recognized by the six countries!
Chess games, regardless of nationality.
Now a kid with a fluffy head dares to speak so rudely and without shame, it would be unbearable for any chess player.
What's more, a quick-tempered person like Zixian.
At this time, he picked up the chess pieces on the table: "Come on! Let me see today whether your chess skills are better than your arrogance or rudeness!"
"What's the matter? You can't play chess? Why don't you come over? Don't worry, I won't bully the younger generation, let your four go first!"
Yu Xuan hesitated for a while: "Master, can I tell the truth?"
Zixian, on the other hand, has a quick temper: "The monks don't tell lies, so is it possible to encourage you to tell lies?"
Hearing this, the corners of Yu Xuan's mouth twitched inexplicably, because this line was so familiar.
"Okay! That kid just said it! Master, your chess strength? It shouldn't be you who let me make the fourth son, but I should let you the fourth son!"
Now Zizhong couldn't sit still: "How old are you, kid? Haven't the grown-ups taught you what it means to be arrogant? Our two brothers will have surpassed many masters in the world. Who dares to say that we are four sons?"
"Come on! Let's tie the game first, I want to see how capable you are!"
Yuxuan was forced to have no choice but to sit in the seat vacated by Zixian, feeling a little sorry, and said to Zixian: "Master asked you to stand like this, boy, I am really sorry, why don't I just stand up! "
Zixian was annoyed: "Okay! You just sat down on your ass, and you are still pretending to me here. If you can beat Zizhong, let alone standing, I would even serve you tea and water!" "
Yuxuan thought to himself: Once this eminent monk becomes a chess fan, he will go offline even with his emotional intelligence.
The two of them guessed first, and Yuxuan took the white son first.
In order to show off, he first sacrificed the Taichu Tianyuan Style.
However, Zizhong is not a vegetarian. To be able to join the ranks of amateur masters, his own chess strength is not weak.
It's a pity that the person he is playing against is the top master of the future!
Secondly, after coming to this world, Yuxuan has memorized the collection of Hundred Thousand Treasures by heart, which contains many works about various chess studies.
Today, being loyal to Yi Zi is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables!
Zixian at the side saw that the situation was not good, so he directly pulled Zizhong up: "He used the Taichu Tianyuan style, you are not familiar with this change, let me do it!"
At this time, Zizhong didn't care about it, he got up and gave up his position, and concentrated on watching the two of them fight.
The three of them fought vigorously, but the sun had already set to the west.
From beginning to end, the two monks had never played a complete game of chess.
Seeing that it was late and Yu Xuan was hungry, he proposed to fight another day.
But the two monks refused to let it go, thinking that Yuxuan was only good at Taichu Tianyuan, not a hero, so they insisted on pulling him to fight at night.
Yu Xuan rolled his eyes, and suddenly said: "Master, it's getting late, and I have to go back?"
Zixian said, "Go back? Where are you going?"
As he spoke, he stared furiously at the monk robe Yu Xuan was wearing.
Yu Xuan showed embarrassment, it was obvious that the monk clothes he had just changed had misunderstood the other party.
"Master, I really didn't lie to you! Boy, I live on the Demon Town Tower."
"What? Demon Suppressing Tower!" The two monks said in unison.
Seeing this, Yu Xuan was secretly delighted, as expected, these two people really knew something about the Town Demon Tower.
In this case, he can follow the clues to find the mysterious old monk, and then question him carefully, why do the monks lie?
At this time, the emotions of the two monks beside them also gradually eased down.
Zi Zhong said: "Boy, do you really live on the Demon Town Tower?"
Yu Xuan said: "Really!"
Speaking of this, Zixian was extremely annoyed and said: "Boy, who are you talking about? Even we are not qualified to go up to the Demon Suppressing Tower, because you are a young boy?"
"Master, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not! It's useless to talk too much!"
"You boy! You are so angry!"
Zizhong watched the two quarreling, and couldn't help laughing with relief: "Zixian, don't be rude, if this kid really came down from the Demon Town Tower, we may both call him "Master Uncle" when we see him in the future." !"
"Uncle?" Yu Xuan was taken aback.
You must know that the status of these two monks in the temple is not simple. After all, other monks are eating fast and reciting Buddha, but they are the only ones playing chess leisurely and elegantly.
If I'm really their uncle, then I'm too senior!
But compared to this, what surprised Yuxuan even more was that the Zhenmo Pagoda was on the Nanchan Temple, which meant that the mysterious old monk was also an accomplished monk in the temple.
In this way, we will meet again...
into the night.
Yuxuan had just returned to the residence arranged by the two monks, and when he opened the door, he saw that the food had been placed on the table, and he felt a little comforted in his heart.
He was also really hungry, he ate like a wolf, and handed the tableware to the little monk.
After closing the door, he quickly climbed to the head of the bed and sat cross-legged.
Moment.
Yu Xuan's consciousness was pulled into a virtual space, where the clouds and mist were shrouded, like a fairyland!
As for this mysterious space, Yuxuan had actually discovered it three years ago.
Familiar with cars and roads, he stretched out his right hand and swiped lightly towards the void.
Suddenly, a milky white attribute panel appeared in front of my eyes:
【Character】: Yuxuan
[Professional level]: middle position
【Operation Record】:
1. The luck of gathering gods:
2. The luck of gathering books:
3. The luck of gathering chess and elegance:
……
The entire interface can be described as simple and clear. A discerning person only needs to look at it to know what this thing is?
That's right!
Goldfinger!
A must-have for those who travel across the world.
After years of painstaking research, Yu Xuan finally figured out something.
[Professional level] There are currently three levels of known domains, which are people, kings, and emperors, and the two levels are divided into lower, middle and upper.
As for what is the use?
unknown!
Secondly, the content under [Yun Lu] seems to Yu Xuan to be a running account.
The so-called divine source of luck is exactly the energy he needs to absorb for his current cultivation, which exists between heaven and earth.
In the early stage, it was used to temper the body, and later it can be transformed into its own use after the cave is opened up.
As for the luck of the scholarly fragrance, it is a new function opened by Yuxuan after studying thousands of books in the Zhenmo Pagoda.
In the same way, the luck of chess and elegance was inadvertently opened today after playing chess with two monks, Zixian and Zizhong.
The three seem to have no connection with each other, but they all have one thing in common:
That is, as long as the specified target requirements are met, a new ability will be opened.
Like the luck of the scholar, after Yuxuan had memorized [-] precious scriptures, it successfully entered the third stage, during which two functions were activated.
The first one is the photographic memory, which is activated after Yuxuan has read [-] scriptures.
In order to open this function, it took him a whole year.
One must know that it would take Yuxuan a whole year to familiarize himself with [-] books in the collection of precious scriptures, let alone the [-] books?
If it is not for the opening of new functions, it may take him nine years, ten years, or even longer...
It is really by using the ability of photographic memory that Yuxuan was able to memorize the collection of [-] treasured scriptures by heart within three years.
And this process is also very painful. After reading books every day and night, it takes three years to completely read the [-] books.
Ling Yuxuan poured out bitter water: I am really tired!
If he let other people know what he thinks now, he might have scolded him long ago.
These are all fucking people!Still not satisfied.
Fortunately, Emperor Tian paid off. After Yuxuan finished reading the [-] treasured scriptures, the system finally opened a new function again.
It can accurately check out the wrong content recorded in any exercise book, and can revise and strengthen these parts accordingly.
So here comes the point?
What is the unknown function of the third chess elegant luck?
To be honest, even Yu Xuan himself is not clear about this.
Because this information was only displayed after defeating the two monks, Zixian and Zizhong, in the game today.
As for the newly opened function, it is called: Weiwei!
For this function, Yuxuan is really not too cold, after all, he is also a person who has seen big scenes.
Anyway, Xinqi's ability is really useless to him at present, and he can only play on the chessboard.
After learning about the new functions, Yuxuan meditated and began to practice.
Late at night.
In the Buddhist courtyard where the abbot of Nanchan Temple is located, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared.
This person was so familiar, if Yu Xuan was present, he would definitely recognize him as an old monk who had been with him for nearly three years in the Zhenmo Pagoda.
He quietly pushed open the door and walked in.
From time to time, the voice of another old monk could be heard in the house.
"I don't know why Master Fochen visited the place late at night?"
The old monk who used to get along with Yuxuan day and night, the original name is: Buddha dust!
Many years ago, he has been practicing in Nanchan Temple.
At this time, I saw the old Buddhist monk responding with a smile: "Congratulations to Abbot Huikong!"
Huikong was puzzled and said: "The monks have neither joy nor anger. I don't know what kind of happy event can make the master so moved?"
Fochen said: "But there are old wise people coming to this temple."
Huikong said: "I teach that there is a Suhui man who is either a Buddha or a sage. I don't know who this person is? Where does he live now?"
Fochen said: "This son is named Yuxuan, and he lives in this temple now!"
Huikong said thoughtfully: "The person the master mentioned is Yuxuan who was fostered in this temple three years ago?"
Fochen shook his head and said, "Yes, but no? It's his name, not someone else's! Within three years, I have used the Sutra to completely stimulate his Su Hui."
Hui Kong said: "Master really has good intentions, but Master actually wanted to take this child away three years ago, he should have informed Hui Kong!"
Fochen said: "Don't blame the abbot, there is a reason for everything!"
As he spoke, he saw his gaze straight through the window, looking towards a hill.
Huikong followed his eyes, seemed to understand, and said, "Could it be related to the Demon Suppressing Pagoda?"
Buddha dust heard the sound, laughed but did not answer.
After a while, I saw him sigh worryingly: "In recent years, the Demon Suppressing Tower has been restless, and I'm afraid something bad will happen!"
Hui Kong turned pale with shock: "Then I don't know what instruction the master has?"
Buddha dust said: "Protect this child well, or you can avoid disaster!"
Hui Kong said: "Then should he be asked to do something?"
Buddha dust said: "Let him alone!"
Huikong said: "What if his behavior harms the temple?"
Buddha dust said: "Let him alone!"
Huikong said: "What if he asks my temple?"
Buddha dust said: "Help him!"
Hui Kong said: "Then if he leaves in the future, wouldn't our temple lose its chance?"
Buddha Chen said: "It is a great opportunity for a saint to come from my sect!"
Huikong had an epiphany, and Heshi bowed his head to be taught.
Then I saw Buddha Chen turning around and wanting to leave.
Seeing this, Hui Kong hurriedly said: "Since we are here, will Master not stay for a few days?"
Buddha Chen said: "Alright! Don't rush for success in everything!"
After all, I looked at the hills in the distance again.
Since then, with Huikong's affectionate retention, Fochen stayed in Nanchan Temple.
Coincidentally, the location of the wing chosen by the other party happened to be opposite to Yuxuan's bedroom.
The morning bells are ringing.
Yu Xuan opened his eyes, as if returning from a dream, even the clothes on his body were wet with sweat.
The trembling roar still echoed clearly in his mind, and he looked out the window as if feeling something in his heart.
In the gray area, there is still a small mountain looming.
However, his thoughts were quickly brought back by the sound of the bell, because the sound was so familiar.
Within three years, whenever he heard this bell, he would wake up subconsciously, and it had become his biological clock.
Secondly, through this familiar voice, Yuxuan also became more convinced that what abyss is there between Zhenmo Pagoda and Nanchan Temple?
And the distance between the two places is definitely not far, combined with the speed of sound transmission, and the number of times the bell is struck...
At this moment, Yuxuan seemed to have a calculator in his head, and he had roughly locked on the location of the Zhenmo Pagoda, which should be ten miles away from Nanchan Temple.
Even he himself was stunned at the beginning, wondering when his brain became so easy to use?
But soon Yuxuan suddenly realized that all the credit was due to the new function that was just launched last night: Weiwei!
But compared to this, there is actually something that both annoys and surprises Yu Xuan.
That was the moment when he pushed open the door, he actually saw that mysterious old monk, Buddha Chen again!
……
For this Buddha dust, Yu Xuan has a lot of resentment, the source of which is that he thinks this Buddha dust is a human trafficker.
Thinking about my previous life, I had no worries about food or clothing, and played all over the country, and I was completely a free and easy king.
Up to now, he never thought that he would be caught here one day and live on vegetarian food every day.
I thought that the hard days were coming to an end, so I could go home and have a good meal. Who ever wanted to play tricks on others, but turned around and returned to the starting point.
Even though he knew that this old monk's morality was very deep, Yu Xuan was still out of breath.
Just when he was about to question why the other party didn't keep his word, that Buddha Chen suddenly spoke first.
"My benefactor, did you sleep well last night?"
Did you actually ask yourself if you slept well?
There is no Simmons here, and no air-conditioning electric mosquito coils. I don’t know what kind of nightmares I have in the middle of the night. Can I sleep well like this?
Thinking of this, Yu Xuan couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Very good! What about the master?"
Buddha Chen smiled and said: "It's rare to be quiet, very good, very good!"
Yu Xuan followed closely and said: "Master slept well, but I don't know if you still remember what you promised the boy?"
The words have reached this level, but that Buddha Chen pretended to be stupid, and said: "I don't know what the royal benefactor is talking about?"
What is it?
Why do you have the nerve to ask yourself?
Although Yu Xuan was so angry, he still resisted the urge to curse, and continued: "That day at the Demon Suppressing Tower, the master promised to send me home!"
Hearing the sound, Fochen looked completely enlightened: "The poor monk remembered what the royal benefactor said. Monks never tell lies. Haven't all the promised things been fulfilled?"
"Have you done it?" Yu Xuan's head was full of big doubts.
Obviously he was here, and this lie was obviously a little out of mind.
Just when Yuxuan was in a daze, Fochen said again: "Isn't the home of the benefactor living in Huizhou? Although Jiangzhou and Huizhou are thousands of miles apart, it only takes a few days to go back. time."
Yuxuan: "..."
I was completely speechless in my heart. According to what the old monk said, I was indeed not lying.
Go home, go home, he did go home, but the home he returned to was the home of the original owner!
For a while, Yu Xuan was also speechless.
But Buddha Chen came forward: "My benefactor, can you finally grant one more request from the poor monk?"
"cannot!"
Yu Xuan refused without even thinking about it, and he could guess with his toes that it was definitely not a good thing.
Unsurprisingly.
Buddha Chen said: "May I borrow a drop of blood from the benefactor at the end?"
Over the years, Yuxuan has been tortured by old monks in the Demon Town Pagoda...
No!It should be such a request, after all, he hasn't done it by force.
I originally thought that I could get rid of it after I got out of the Demon Town Tower, but I didn't expect it, I still didn't expect it!
I don't know what kind of ghosts this monk has in mind. From now on, it's better to keep him at a respectful distance. If we can't provoke him, can we still hide it?
Although Yu Xuan thought so in his heart, he still asked tentatively: "Is it really the last time?"
Buddha dust: "Monks don't tell lies..."
Got it!
It's still the same old saying.
After thinking for a while, Yu Xuan's eyes suddenly rolled, as if thinking of something?
"It turned out to be the master's request, and the kid should agree to it, but as the saying goes: Cannibals are soft-spoken, but short-handed! Master, don't you want to show it?"
Fochen was stunned and said, "I don't know what the imperial benefactor wants to say?"
"Huh?" Yu Xuan put his chin on his hand and thought for a while.
Then he squinted at the wooden pestle in Fochen's hand, and said, "My boy will inevitably be plotted against when he goes out from now on! You must need something to defend yourself, and the wooden pestle of Master, I think it's not bad!"
Fochen said: "Hahaha, so it is true? But the wooden pestle of the poor monk is just made of ordinary sandalwood, not some peerless treasure!"
Obviously, at a glance, the other party could see the small calculations in Yu Xuan's heart.
"But the poor monk has something that the royal benefactor might like?"
"What is that?" Yu Xuan, who was already disheartened, instantly became curious again after he said this.
"Hahaha, benefactor, don't worry, this thing is not on me right now!"
"Cut! Then what are you talking about!"
For Yuxuan's impoliteness, Fochen was not angry, and continued: "If the benefactor agrees to the poor monk's request now, I can get this thing for you tonight!"
"Really?"
"Really! Monks don't fight..."
"Okay! Come on!"
Before Fochen finished speaking, Yu Xuan took the lead in agreeing very straightforwardly.
Fo Chen didn't talk too much, and walked straight to Yu Xuan, and just raised his hand, and the great work was done.
From the beginning to the end, Yu Xuan didn't feel any pain.
Because for these, he has been trained in the past three years, so it's not surprising.
"Master, the blood drawing time this time is much slower than last time."
But Buddha Chen said: "The benefactor is really joking. The poor monk has already got what he needs, and he will fulfill his promise tonight."
Yuxuan was thinking about something to say, when suddenly a young monk came, but it was Zixian who sent someone to urge him.
Put your hands together to salute, and after paying homage to the Buddha dust, you left in a hurry with the little monk.
The day was another good fight.
Yuxuan naturally used the same move Panpan, Taichu Tianyuan Hand!
The two monks played chess with each other in deep thought and meditation, coping with all kinds of changing situations, obviously much better than yesterday.
It can be seen that the two monks spent a lot of time reading and studying the "Xuan Yao Chess Classic" last night. The scenes are so familiar that Yu Xuan thought that he had come here in the same way.
Looking at it, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zixian said with a serious face: "Smile, smile, wait until I have deciphered all the changes in your bottom-press moves, and see if you can still laugh."
In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting again, and the two sides withdrew their troops.
Just after Yu Xuan had dinner, he saw the light in Fochen's room suddenly lit up.
Then, he hurriedly put on his shoes and knocked on the door of the house.
But I saw that Fochen was a little embarrassed, as if he had experienced a fierce battle, but his spirit was still in good spirits.
"The benefactor is here! The poor monk has brought you something!"
"Well...thank you...Master!"
At this time, Yu Xuan seemed very uncomfortable, remembering how rude he was to others in the morning.
Just thinking about it for a short while, Fochen has already handed over the things that fulfilled the promise.
Yu Xuan, who was not quite embarrassed at first, was stunned for an instant after seeing clearly what the other party handed over.
Nima!
Is this something?
This is obviously air!
Seeing Yu Xuan stunned on the spot with a look of lovelessness, Fo Chen couldn't help but sneer: "Don't be disheartened, your benefactor, this is an unusual thing, just hand it over for a closer look!"
Although Yu Xuan was unwilling in every way, he still stretched out his hands obediently.
There was nothing in the palm, as if something was added.
Taking a closer look, I found that this thing looks like a seed, hanging in the palm, very crystal clear.
Just when Yuxuan was amazed and wanted to ask the old monk what it was, there was a sudden change.
The mysterious thing that looked like a seed suddenly emitted a faint red light and got into Yu Xuan's body.
There is no pain, but my soul has become more fulfilled, and I even felt that this thing was originally my own.
Can't help but rejoice: "Master, does this strange thing have a name?"
Buddha dust said: "Boundless!"
……
(End of this chapter)
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