Lian Jue

The ancient temple surrounded by incense is full of quiet bells.Very high eaves, embracing the blue sky.

That day, Dong Liye came to Anguo Temple eagerly.

This temple has existed for a long time, so long that it can be traced back to the Ji Dynasty on Jialan, and so long that it has witnessed the collapse of the dynasty, its rise and fall.

Today, the old dynasty is like a dream, and there are birds singing between the beams.During the day, believers burn incense in twos and threes, and at night they fall asleep under the stars all over the sky.Hearing the morning bell in the morning, listening to the evening drum at night, studying and analyzing the scriptures, may be able to benefit the common people and cultivate the kindness of the great Prajna.

It's not the only place it should be.Dong Liye felt such a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Wei Wei is so proud, dressed in Tsing Yi, with icy sword qi, on the top of Lingshan, once fought to a draw with the eight masters of the rivers and lakes. When going boating, Zeng said boldly, saying that this life will be a happy life, and drink freely.

However, ten years ago, the famous Mr. Zheyue disappeared from the eyes of the people in the Jianghu. No matter how much Dong Liye put in his thoughts, he still couldn't find a shadow. Now, is he in such a cold place?

No wonder, no wonder...

upset.I don't understand, I don't understand, I'm sad, I'm wronged... The Patriarch Dongli, who has always been quiet, was so flustered that he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door.Dong Liye suppressed his emotions secretly, and the black chess piece held by the index finger of his right hand landed decisively.He has become the owner of the Dongli Patriarch who makes people feel cloudy and foggy again.

"Father is still so leisurely, playing chess with his left hand and right hand, and haven't gotten tired of playing chess for so many years?" Dongli Yutian was still holding a jug in his hand, and his white jade and gold collar was still stained with wine. When he sat in front of Dongli Ye , It even brings up the past again.

Dong Liye smiled mockingly, not knowing whether to laugh at the person in front of him or himself.That smile is full of style.It's a pity that Dongli Yutian saw it as cold.

"Tian'er, play a game of chess with me."

"My father taught me all kinds of skills since I was a child, but he never taught me how to play chess. Now, can't you find an opponent?"

"As a father, I know that Tian'er is talented and intelligent, and I think he can learn how to play chess without a teacher."

Black stones and white stones, every step of the way on the chess game.Sitting leisurely at night in Dongli, he played chess very cautiously.But Dongli Yutian's chess moves are as he pleases, and his style of chess is treacherous. At first glance, it seems calm, but in fact it is fierce.

Both Baizi and Heizi seem to be luring the other party into their siege, but they are all seen through by the other party.

After the last son was dropped, Dong Liye sighed: "It seems that Wei's father really guessed right, Tian'er is really talented, and his chess skills are probably on par with Wei's father."

"Father plays chess, there are few opponents in the world, just now he was just taking care of his son, Yu Tian knows." The conversation between the two, others can hear, is that father and son are respectful to each other, but the two of them know what kind of gap there is between them.

Putting down the chess pieces in his hand, Dong Liye picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then slowly said: "Tian'er was injured last time, and my father didn't have time to visit you, how is it now?"

"It's all right."

"Ever since my father handed over the Dongli family to you at the age of 16, there has been no one who can hurt you. Coming back in such a mess makes my father sad."

"You don't need martial arts to hurt people, doesn't your father have a deep understanding? Has your father seen Uncle Yan?"

"It's true that blue is better than blue. When did you find him?"

"Not long ago, about half a year ago."

Dong Liye smiled slowly. This smile was the usual smile of Patriarch Dongli, but it always made the people around him feel cold.

"Other things, my father doesn't have to worry about anything else with you, but you shouldn't use this matter to fool my father." Dong Liye's tone was suddenly as sharp as a knife, and his brows were as sharp as a torch.

It seems to be back to that day again, walking into the backyard of the temple, a monk with a slightly hunched back was sweeping the floor.Very slow, very slow, as if sweeping the floor is also an extremely serious practice.

Dong Liye looked at that figure from behind, suddenly feeling a little scared.Is that Yanwei? Is that someone I haven’t seen in ten years? Is it someone I’ve been thinking about day and night?

Before Dong Liye could finish thinking, the man turned his head slightly.

"Benefactor Dongli, the poor monk has been waiting for you for a long time." The voice was old, no, it wasn't! Isn't Yanwei here?

"Where's Yan Wei?!"

"There is no Yanwei here, only the poor monk's younger brother--Liaochen, but he has left Anguo Temple three days ago."

"Master, can you tell me where he went?"

"Where you go is not important, what matters is where you don't go."

When Dong Liye heard it, he knew that it was a master with profound Dharma, and pondered a little: "My Buddha is merciful, maybe let me find the person I am looking for?"

"Buddha said follow fate, don't force it."

"If you can follow fate, why bother avoiding me?"

"If he doesn't see you, you can't force it. This is just resignation."

"Buddhism emphasizes crossing people. I wonder if the master can cross me?"

"A person who can cross the Buddha himself."

"If Liaochen comes back, can you ask for me?"

"Sir, please tell me?"

"If everything is empty, then what is love?"

What is love and what is attachment? For more than ten years, I have been asking this question every time, but I have not been able to answer it.

If it wasn't for his concern, he should have died many years ago.Why bother to retreat and bloodthirsty with his broken body every year, lingering day after day.

This is the fate of Dongli's family, but I don't accept my fate.One day, I will lift the curse on Dongli's bloodline and restore Ji's century-old foundation. I will stand at the top and rule the world with you.

Yanwei, are you willing?

Dongli Yutian took out a letter from his sleeve and put it on the chessboard. The chess game was messy and silent.

"Father once taught, don't bow your head to anyone. It is the nature of a king to be the only one. Then, I wish my father find Uncle Yan as soon as possible." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, and took the wine pot along with him.

Dong Liye unfolded the letter paper, and the clear handwriting wiped away the sharpness of the sword in the early years, with a warm light, but this is indeed Yanwei's handwriting.

"Love is compassion."

Only these four characters are Yanwei's only answer, the answer Dong Liye has been waiting for for ten years.

He held the thin paper tightly, his fingers turned white, his eyes felt sour, and inexplicable water droplets suddenly gushed out from the corners of his eyes.

Where is this compassion?