Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

"Boss, you are a true master with great supernatural powers, right?" The old Taoist priest placed a piece on the chessboard with difficulty, looked up at Qingxuan and asked.

Qingxuan played with the red string on his wrist, made a move casually, glanced at the old man, and smiled without saying a word.

The old man's body was filled with the smell of decay, and his life was like a candle in the wind, flickering and about to go out.

Seeing this, Mu Yun understood.

Although his cultivation was not high, and he could not even break free from the shackles of life span, he was well versed in the ways of the world.

The young man in front of him was too gentle to be a hermit, and he had never shown any extraordinary skills, but he still had some guesses.

Just not knowing what kind of person in front of him was, Mu Yun smiled bitterly in his heart.

He often came to this shop before it changed owners, and the original owner of the shop was his old friend.

He only knew that the person in front of him bought the store at a very generous price. At first he thought he was a descendant of a large tribe, but he didn't expect that he had poor vision.

The result was not unexpected, and made Mu Yun sigh a little, but that was all.

"I never thought that this old man would have the good fortune to meet a truly powerful monk. Playing chess with him will make my life worthwhile." Mu Yun said with a smile.

Even though he was certain that the person in front of him was a powerful monk, the old man remained calm and composed.

It seemed that for him, this question was only to clear up the confusion in his heart, nothing else.

"That's what I said. The old man can't be that bad at chess. No wonder, hahaha."

Compared to other things, Mu Yun was more bothered by the fact that he had never won a game of chess so far, which made him doubt whether he was really a bad chess player.

As the saying goes, a thousand-foot-high wall stands firm if it has no desires.

The old man's life span is coming to an end and he has nothing to ask for, so even though he knows that he is facing a real person with great supernatural powers, he can still chat and laugh.

"Since you know that I am a person with great supernatural powers, don't you have anything to ask of me?" Qingxuan asked with a smile.

Mu Yun thought about it seriously, his eyes lit up: "How about you let me, an old man, win a game?"

But before Qingxuan could respond, the old man shook his head again: "Not right, not right. Winning a game like that is even more embarrassing than losing a game. Alas~"

Qing Xuan pulled down his sleeves to cover the red rope, and sat up straighter: "Is this all you want?"

"What else? Should I ask you to extend my life span?"

"How difficult is that? It's possible. Why don't you believe I have the means to do this?"

Mu Yun smiled calmly: "Old man, I know you may have such means, but there is no need. I have lived enough, this is enough for me."

"is it?"

The chess pieces knocked against each other, making the sound of jade and a clear, crisp sound.

"Well...why don't you just let me, the old man, win?"

Looking at the bleak situation on the chessboard, Mu Yun asked tentatively.

"Why? Do you want to take back your move?"

"..."

Mu Yun opened his mouth, sighed, and admitted defeat.

But at this moment, a woman in green came back from outside the door, and Mu Yun's eyes lit up.

"The old man won't play with you anymore. You don't know how to save face for an old man. Let your sister play a round with the old man."

If I can't beat you, how can I beat your sister? If I beat the sister of a great master, it would be a matter of honor to tell others.

Qingxuan glanced at him and uttered, "Huh."

I don't know how to save face for you? Will Qinglian understand?

Qingxuan did not stop him, and in the end, Muyun failed to win the game.

Looking at the old man's slightly hunched figure as he left, Qinglian frowned: "He... doesn't have much time left."

"Well, maybe two or three days." Qingxuan replied as he collected the chess pieces.

"Can't it extend your life?"

"Yes, he doesn't want to."

Qinglian was puzzled: "Why wouldn't he want to? Don't all cultivators seek immortality? You also said that greed for life and fear of death are the nature of living beings. Since he can prolong his life, why not seek it? Isn't he afraid?"

"He said he'd had enough."

"How can you say you've lived enough? This doesn't make sense." Qinglian frowned.

"All living things are in various forms. The nature of living beings is unreasonable, which is also the way of living beings. There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and man escapes one of them, which is a variable. The reason why variables are variables is that they are unpredictable. Why are they unpredictable? Because they are in line with the self and violate common sense. The unreasonable is reasonable."

Qinglian was in deep thought. She had seen people who would do anything to survive, and people who unleashed extraordinary potential when in desperate situations. It seemed that living creatures would do anything to survive.

Are there people who want to live but don't? Are there people who have had enough of life and don't want to live anymore?

Seeking life, seeking death, seeking power, seeking wealth, seeking the truth... Some people seek but cannot obtain, some people get them and throw them away, some people regard them as treasures and pursue them all their lives, while others discard them like worn-out shoes. Why is there such a big difference?

Qingxuan often told her to go out more often and see the various forms of life. The Tao is in the creation of heaven and earth, and also among the various forms of living things.

Qingxuan's vision was extremely accurate. Within three days, Muyun died in his own cave due to the exhaustion of his lifespan.

For an ordinary monk, his death was silent and few people paid attention to him.

There are only a few friends and relatives left, and he passed away quietly.

Qingxuan did not interfere. This was Muyun's own choice. Qingxuan also told him clearly that he could extend his lifespan, but he refused.

Qingxuan took Qinglian to the cave to take a look. He did nothing but just took a look. He did not take anything away, nor did he leave anything behind.

Qinglian was stepping on the water barefoot, quite quiet, frowning as if thinking about something. Qingxuan just sat beside her without making a sound to disturb her.

.......

Qingxuan was very leisurely. Longji had gone to attend the conference and had not returned yet. Haotian had negotiated with Dijiang and others several times, but there was no result. Especially when he heard that Bai Ze and Kunpeng would provide help, Dijiang almost beat Haotian up.

Cooperating with the Demon Saint? Are you kidding me? Why not kill them all and roast them on the grill!

In other words, Di Jiang finally calmed down and considered the consequences, so he did not take action, but he still disliked Haotian.

Haotian also gritted his teeth and explained that it was not the Witch Clan that was cooperating with the Demon Clan, but the Demon Saint who was cooperating with the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court was cooperating with them, so there was no relationship between the Demon Saint and them.

How to say it, after thinking about it, Di Jiang actually accepted this set of rhetoric, and the civil war between demon saints seemed to be quite good.

Even Di Jiang was thinking that if he accidentally killed Bai Ze and Kunpeng together, Haotian would not dare to say anything.

The more Di Jiang thought about it, the more he became tempted. After all, it was Heaven and Haotian who were going to kill the Demon Saint. Their Witch Clan had helped Haotian, and Haotian had to thank them. Who could blame them?

This was definitely not revenge from the Wu clan. They are not so petty, and it was not them who acted recklessly. This was done by the Heavenly Court.

Bai Ze and Kunpeng are two cunning guys, the most slippery. Now no one will stand up for them, and the Demon Saint Meat is too rare.

Haotian would not have thought at this moment that the Ancestral Witch, who was famous for his honesty and uprightness in the ancient times, would actually want to use his and Heaven's names to do something "careless", and even wanted him and Heaven to declare themselves responsible for this "carelessness".

He just felt that Dijiang's attitude seemed to soften, which gave him a boost of confidence.

While Haotian was working on completely resolving the issue of the demon clan, several saints were also not idle at this time and each had their own plans in mind.

The general situation is up and down, the mysteries are intertwined, and it is becoming increasingly chaotic and difficult to understand.

As the foundation of one's own great path, each disciple has his own demands and strives to cross the river.