Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Jiumozhi stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Young monk Jiumozhi, I have met Mr. Congbian."

Su Xinghe raised his head, and saw that the person in front of him was wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, and there was a faint glow of precious light flowing on his face, which really looked like jewels.

Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Master, please!"

Jiumozhi looked at it intently, and saw that the Zhenlong Wuwu in front of him consisted of more than 200 sons. There were lives in the calamity, and there were calamities in the lives. Zhenlongs with more than a dozen pieces are common, but Zhenlongs with dozens of pieces are quite rare. This round of Zhenlong with more than 200 pieces is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

The chessboard in front of me seemed to have turned into a temple, and the black and white chess pieces turned into a pair of people playing against each other. White's moves were clever, attacking Black's vital points everywhere. However, no matter how hard White tried, Black's attacks were easily received. No matter how white moves, he will always be one move short in the end.

This game of chess has reached its end. Jiumozhi discussed a few moves with Su Xinghe and sighed: "The situation has been decided, how can manpower do it?"

So Touzi accepted his defeat, stood up and bowed generously, turned around and stepped aside.

The yellow-browed monk saw that Duan Yanqing was defeated, and he knew that Duan Yanqing's chess skills were far superior to his own, and even Duan Yanqing couldn't solve it. This chess game was no small matter. But people who are good at playing have always been like this. Even if they know that they are defeated, they still have to step forward and compete.

He immediately stepped forward to play chess with Su Xinghe. When it fell to the fifth piece, White's chess piece was already stretched to the left and right, with no way to recover. The yellow-browed monk stared at the chessboard, thinking hard about countermeasures.

Duan Yanqing saw the yellow-browed monk concentrating on thinking hard, and thought to himself: This old monk is not good at chess, and if he forces himself to participate in this game, he is really asking for his own death. I secretly used a method to interfere with him, causing him to be seriously injured even if he was not dead. Wouldn't this remove a big obstacle for getting rid of Duan Zhengchun in the future?

Having made up his mind, Duan Yanqing secretly mobilized his inner strength and sarcastically said: "The old monk overestimates his own abilities and does not practice meditation in the temple and serve the Buddha. After practicing martial arts for a few days, he dares to stand up for others and make peace. Hehe, it is really ridiculous. Ah, that’s ridiculous! Now that I’ve come all the way to break the situation again, I really don’t know how high the sky is at this age!”

Duan Yanqing's original intention was to say that the Yellow-browed Monk was entrusted by Emperor Baoding when he was in Dali and came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations to rescue Duan Yu. Unexpectedly, this sentence "I don't know how high the sky is when I am old" touched the heart of Huang-browed Monk and reminded him of his youth. An old story.

At that time, the Yellow-browed Monk's powerful Vajra finger had just begun to be formed, so he bid farewell to his master and went down the mountain. When he first entered the world and was young and energetic, the Yellow-browed Monk was arrogant and thought that in the world, his mentor was first and he was second.

At that time, the yellow-browed monk Mao Sui volunteered and escorted an official from Shandong and his family back home. Along the way, he used his powerful diamond finger to fight off several waves of thieves. After the official's family members praised him, the yellow-browed monk even regarded the world's heroes as nothing.

Walking to the ground of Mount Tai, he encountered the Three Evils of Mount Tai, who were quite famous in the underworld at that time. The yellow-browed monk single-handedly killed the three thieves with the power of his fingers. When he was feeling proud, a donkey carrying a mother and son came from a distance.

The woman was beautiful and looked to be in her thirties. Although the son looked only twelve or thirteen years old, he was also handsome in appearance. The two of them were riding a donkey, both dressed in mourning.

The child saw the yellow-browed monk's powerful diamond finger and said with a smile: "Mom, this great monk is so shameless. What's so proud of this kind of martial arts?"

The lady's eyes widened and she scolded the child: "What do you know? This monk's powerful Vajra finger has already reached 30% of its strength, which is no small matter. How does your father teach you on a daily basis? I told you not to underestimate the world's heroes! You just don't Listen, if you are so arrogant and do not practice cultivation, be careful if you cause trouble one day!"

When the child heard the woman's scolding, he lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "What mother taught me is that the child knows that he was wrong. He must be careful in his words and deeds in the future."

The woman nodded and said, "This is worthy of your father's daily teachings."

The yellow-browed monk was originally very proud, but he was looked down upon by a child of twelve or thirteen years old, and he heard the woman say that his powerful Vajra finger was only 30% hot. How could he bear it?

So the yellow-browed monk ran forward and said: "Hey! That kid, you underestimate my skill, monk, do you dare to give me some advice?"

Seeing the rudeness in the yellow-browed monk's words, the child immediately said, "Mom, this great monk is so rude. I'll tell you the truth, forget it if he doesn't appreciate it, but if he still does this, let me show him some color!"

The woman said with tears in her eyes: "Your father is always fighting with others. What's the result? Are you going to follow in your father's footsteps?"

When the boy saw the woman crying, he said nothing and let the donkey carry him and the two of them away.

It was also the fate of the yellow-browed monk to have this calamity. Originally, if the mother and son were left like this, everything would be over. The yellow-browed monk thought that the other party was afraid of him, and what he said just now was just talking nonsense, so he became more and more proud. In fact, even if a child is really young and ignorant and says a few words wrongly, as a monk, how can he argue with the child?

The yellow-browed monk caught up and chatted with the mother and son using Qinggong. The last whip struck the donkey on the butt, causing the donkey to get up in fright and almost throwing the mother and son off.

The yellow-browed monk behaved in an incomprehensible manner, especially without knowing it, and burst into laughter.

The woman sighed: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Since someone else planted the cause, there is no reason not to get rid of the effect."

After that, the child got off the donkey and came to the yellow-browed monk.

The yellow-browed monk was about to teach the child a lesson. The child struck out like lightning, using a powerful Vajra finger. He struck the yellow-browed monk in the heart with one finger, knocking the yellow-browed monk to unconsciousness immediately.

After the child struck him, he stopped taking action and turned around to leave.

Fortunately, the yellow-browed monk was born with a abnormality and his heart was on the right side, so he managed to escape death. Even so, the yellow-browed monk still had an inch-deep wound on his heart, which was close to his heart.

After this battle, the yellow-browed monk was freed from his inner demons, and fled to Dali, never to care about the affairs of the world again.

After years of practicing Zen, this matter has gradually faded away. However, today when he was concentrating on thinking, he was stabbed by Duan Yanqing by mistake. His mind was shaken immediately, and negative emotions such as fear and panic suddenly surged into his heart. .

Seeing that the yellow-browed monk was in danger of going crazy, Xuannan shouted: "Brother Huang-browed Buddha! Since you are undecided, why not let it go!"

This sound was like morning bells and evening drums, deafening and deafening. The yellow-browed monk immediately felt certain in his heart and his mind suddenly sobered up. Cold sweat has wet Huang Mei's back.

Huang Mei walked away from the table and said to Xuan Dong: "Thank you, Brother Buddha, for your guidance. The young monk almost went crazy."

Duan Zhengchun stepped forward: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The yellow-browed monk smiled helplessly: "When we were playing chess just now, I remembered some old things."

Duan Yu said: "This chess game is weird. It seems that everyone participating in the game will be awakened to some deep thoughts in their hearts."

"Humph, of course, this chess game was originally created by the old thief to make fun of people!"

A cold snort full of profound inner strength came from outside the valley. Everyone looked towards the mouth of the valley and thought to themselves: "Another incredible master."

As for Su Xinghe, his face turned completely cold.