red and white

Unable to complete the painting, he released all the white cranes, pieced together the information he got, and roughly understood the whole story.

When Mo Qingbei returned to the mountain this time, he did something daring.

He asked the head to untie his roots that had been sealed for a hundred years - not because he had figured it out and planned to go back to the mountain to practice honestly.

Quite the contrary, he was going to war.

I have heard that the painting cannot be completed, the Yellow Sea has fallen, and Liaodong is in a hurry. Once the Shanhai Pass is broken, the country will not be a country.

There is no doubt that Mo Qingbei did something stupid. The seven schools of thought have their own rules. When a fairy enters the world, he must hide behind the scenes. If he goes down the mountain with a full body of cultivation, he can certainly cut through the chaotic world with a single sword, and it is equivalent to exposing the seven schools of thought. The presence.

That will disrupt the larger cause and effect, and the consequences will be disastrous.

But if he can't understand why the other party knowingly committed the crime, with the current situation in the world, if he still wants to protect the country's fortune, this is the last way.

He thought about it. After all, Mo Qingbei was still with a broken leg at the foot of the mountain. He stood by and watched. He was really sorry for the donkeys he had eaten all these years. So he took the sword and deduced the current battle situation on the snow.

The sky turned from noon to dusk, and I couldn't draw a sword, and there were ravines everywhere, and the sword's edge criss-crossed.

He sighed, thinking that it is better to let Mo Qingbei continue to break his leg in Siguoya, and not go out of the mountain for at least four or fifty years.

The sun has set in the west.

Mo poured his cup against the wall.

The turbulent waterfall above his head, cascading down from the top of the cliff, splashed a large amount of water on his shoulders - he hadn't tasted this feeling for a long time. He was punished to come and think twice in Penglai for three days, because it was too frequent, and then he was simply banned. He took a shower.

He sneezed, and felt that he had been pretending to be an old man for a long time, and his physique was not as good as before.

The speed of time in Penglai is different from that of the human world. If he entered the mountain for a day and a night, the outside world may have changed drastically.Before he came back, he deduced the situation once. Before the matter was irreversible, he had to leave before nightfall today.

There was a game of chess in the Golden Dome Hall, and the head of Penglai made a move, "I should have expected that there must be someone behind him for his bold and reckless actions."

He looked at the person opposite, "The only one who can hold Penglai in the palm of his hand is you, Fortune Teller."

The little novice clasped his hands together, "Amitabha."

"You came to Penglai today, you must not just come to play chess with me." Changshengzi said with a bad face, "Monks don't lie, why are you trying so hard to abduct my proud disciple? "

The little novice took a sip from his teacup, "Don't panic, Taoist priest, it's a long story."

"If you play again, I'll throw you bald donkey off the golden roof."

"Niubi's temper is still so bad." The little novice scolded each other calmly, "Beating a child is against the heart of the Tao."

"You bald donkey are bigger than me, how dare you call me a child?"

"Where, Niubi is too full of energy and blood, which makes him look much older."

The Changshengzi flipped the chessboard with a clatter.

The chess piece landed crisply, and the little novice curled his lips, "I'm about to win, you bully the child."

"Your Excellency doesn't know how to respect the old, so why should I love the young?" Chang Shengzi sneered, "Okay, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm really here to play chess with you. I haven't seen you for many years. Let's play Qiufeng by the way."

"Penglai doesn't accept beggars." Changshengzi said, "You can eat if you want, but tell the truth first, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my apprentice?"

"I didn't do anything." The little novice sighed, "I just told him the truth."

In the Sutra Pavilion back then, Tian Suanzi told Mo Qingbei that Penglai had already rejected the destiny once, which led to the current chaos in the world.

More than 200 years ago, the fortune teller of the previous generation once obtained a hexagram and asked Penglai to send a disciple down the mountain to become an official in the court.

Mo Qingbei immediately understood the meaning of the other party's words.

Most of the Penglai disciples went down the mountain to practice when they reached the crown, and at that time point more than 200 years ago, corresponding to the disciples at that time, those who should go down the mountain were unable to paint.

But the painting can't be completed, but now he lives in the Jiange for a hundred years.

He remembered that when the two met for the first time, the other party explained the reason why he didn't go down the mountain: "Following the master's last order, I practice here. I don't know the realm, so I can't leave."

What is his order?What is the realm of enlightenment?

"Penglai has not produced a person who has attained the Tao for a long time, and in the past hundred years, the one who is most likely to attain enlightenment and ascension cannot paint." At that time, the little monk rubbed the money in his hand and said lightly: "I have seen him once. , He was still a teenager at that time, and his talent was astonishing, no less than you."

"Penglai expects a lot from him, but with his roots, he shouldn't be too deeply involved in the world. Otherwise, the mortal relationship will be too heavy, and it will be difficult to escape."

"Then isn't that great?" Mo Qingbei spread his hands, "He's staying in the Jiange obediently now, not eating fireworks, and Penglai is going to spread him as a monster sooner or later, presumably it will be a matter of time before he becomes a fairy."

"At the beginning, Elder Penglai ordered him to stay in the Jiange. Although it was for protection, it also cut off his path." The little novice shook his head and said: "He is destined to have this period of karma, and the karma should not be reversed. If the fate does not change, he will stay on the top of the mountain." Thousands of years are wasted in vain."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Since the Seven Families of the Masters were established thousands of years ago, it is the inevitable fate of the Seven Families to enter the world to save all living beings." The little novice said, "Penglai refuses to send him down the mountain, which is tantamount to disobedience. No further progress is possible."

He looked at Mo Qingbei, "Lord Mo should understand what I mean."

This is a dilemma - it is not suitable to enter the world with the roots that cannot be painted, but it is impossible to make a breakthrough without joining the world.

In other words, the mountain ghost has already figured out the hexagram by spending money, and if he ordered Penglai to send his disciples down the mountain, someone must pay the price.

Destiny chose not to paint.

The lights in Wenyuan Pavilion were on and off, and Mo Qingbei stood there for a long time.

Finally he spoke, his voice could not detect emotion: "Since Tian Suanzi told me so many old sesame seeds and rotten grains, he must not have nothing to do and come here to add trouble to me."

The little novice bowed slightly, "Master Mo has a clear mind, so he must understand what the little monk said."

"You just said that his talent is no less than mine." Mo Qingbei said indifferently: "On the other hand, I am no less talented than him."

"In addition to the bunch of big hats you just put on me, you kept saying that I am already the person at the helm—you already understand what you said." Mo Qingbei sighed, "That is to say, I can help him cope. This part of cause and effect?"

"Exactly." The little novice said: "Penglai has a celestial destiny and bears the destiny. For hundreds of years, he has been unable to paint. You are the second."

"Master once told me many years ago that I am the second one who has the talent to study in the Sutra Pavilion but doesn't know what to ask for." Mo Qingbei said: "At that time, I wondered whether No.1 would be him. .”

The little novice chanted the Buddha's name, "Everything is caused by cause and effect."

"I couldn't beat him in the first place. If he breaks through again, it's unimaginable what state he will be in." Mo Qingbei was a little distracted as he spoke: "It soared to ninety thousand miles, and I cut off the clouds to make white clothes."

He shook his head, then laughed, and sighed softly: "He deserves it."

"No wonder that kid has been obsessed with ghosts all these years, so he insisted on meddling in the emperor's family's mess." Changshengzi snorted: "He returned to the mountain this time, and he insisted on me untying his sealed roots, and it was you, a bald donkey, who pushed me of?"

"He has entered the game, he has his own destiny to guide, and I can't interfere too much." The little novice picked up the leftovers on the ground, "This is his own decision."

"I guess you are not so stupid." Changshengzi said: "I will not agree, he has been involved in the world too deeply, and most of his Dao heart has been destroyed. If he continues to be entangled like this, his roots will be considered useless."

The little novice hummed, "Master Mo should understand this truth."

He rearranged the chessboard and made a move, "How about another game?"

Mo Qingbei stroked the ends of his hair, squinted his eyes and looked at the top of the mountain. It was dusk and he had to leave.

Although he knew that the possibility was only in case, but the situation was critical, and he wanted to try even the most stupid way, but unfortunately things happened as expected, and the master was indifferent.

While Mo Qingbei was helpless, it was also kind of funny. There is a saying that can’t be painted well—Bodhisattvas have no joys and sorrows, and immortals can’t save the world.

It is because he is too obsessed.

He has a way to forcibly open his meridians, but that is tantamount to courting death, and it is the worst of the worst strategies. He sighed, walked out of Siguo Cliff, folded his sleeves and faced the direction of the capital, and bowed far away.

Ministers and others are incompetent, and they are treated favorably by the former emperor.

Once this battle is over, I really want to go back west.

He remembered that he hadn't held a sword for a long time, Penglai was far outside the territory, and he didn't know if he could see the sword light of Shanhaiguan on the Jiange.

One moment on the mountain, one day down the mountain.

The time flow in Penglai is much slower than that in the human world. The chess game has just progressed halfway, and the world is already full of wars.

The little novice opened the news brought by Baihe one by one, "Lingshuzi sent a message, the river bank defense line collapsed, and the Bohai Sea gate opened."

"Mozi sent a message that the navy lost too much, and the gunboat was destroyed, and it will be difficult to repair it for a while."

"Wuchangzi sent a message, the enemy army massacred the city, and more than ten thousand people died in a few days. There are too many dead in Fengdu, but the bridgehead is blocked."

He dropped a son, "Eldest Son, it's your turn."

The other party looked down at the chess game, "Tian Suanzi, the general situation is over, with your ability, you can't fail to see that if you lose this battle, the vitality of this dynasty will be exhausted, why bother trying to turn the tide?"

"It's too early to say that." The little novice said, "A centipede is dead but not stiff. The Guozuo of this dynasty will have at least ten years left."

"So what about ten years? Isn't the building about to collapse?"

"The building is about to fall but it hasn't fallen yet, so we can't just sit and wait for death." The little novice said, "Otherwise, when the tall building collapses, more people will die."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The real dragon is about to die, and its veins must be broken." The little novice said indifferently: "Master Mo wants to untie the sealed root, not just to win this battle."

"If this battle is invincible, his sword is to cut off the dragon veins of mountains and rivers."

Before the words were finished, there was sword energy rising into the sky in the distance, and the light was shining brightly.

Immediately, Changshengzi jumped up and walked out of the hall, only to see the sword energy coming from a very far away, darting around the world - it was a shocking sword, it was resolute, and its sharp edge spanned thousands of mountains and rivers, as far as Penglai.

"When did that kid run out?!" Changshengzi was frightened and angry, and ordered to the disciples beside him, "Go and think about the cliff!"

The disciple whispered: "Back to the head, Uncle Mo broke out of the mountain gate before nightfall, and the disciples couldn't stop him, because you and Tian Suanzi were playing chess... dare not enter to disturb, and..."

The Changshengzi threw his fly whisk, and suddenly turned his head to look at Tian Suanzi.

The little novice clasped his hands together, "Master Mo has worked hard for more than [-] years for the sake of peace and prosperity. He has saved the building from collapse and eliminated the root of the country's destiny. He has been in the WTO for many years. His original intention has not changed, and he is decisive in killing. I can't wait for him."

Changshengzi's face was ashen, and he slapped the desk and said: "When he strikes with this sword, although the dragon's veins are severed, his cultivation is completely destroyed. This life is over!"

"Since Penglai became one of the seven schools of thought, I have taken it as my mission to bring peace to the world, instead of blindly seeking the Tao." The little novice said calmly, "Son, you have forgotten your original intention."

Changshengzi laughed angrily, "You tricked my disciple into the world to die, and you still have the face to talk sarcastic about me?"

"Of course not." The little novice raised his head and said, "Since I lured him into the game, I will definitely protect his life."

"Penglai hides a medicine called Baiyucho, which can cure all diseases. Only the head of Penglai is qualified to use this medicine. It is up to you to decide whether to save it or not."

Changshengzi's face was pale and pale, and now only Tian Suanzi can drive him to such a field in this world, he is a white wolf with nothing to do, cheating his students to seek death, and finally cheating his Tibetan medicine to save people.

But he knew very well that Mo Qingbei's sword cut off the dragon's veins was a lifetime of cultivation. Even if Bai Yuyi saved his life, he could only prolong his life for a few years at most, and he might suffer from chronic diseases.

As for being in the fairy class, it is impossible.

He hadn't been so angry for a hundred years, and he became angry: "What if I don't save?"

The little novice pointed to the outside of the hall, "Your disciple seems to have something to say."

The disciples outside the door had never seen the head of the sect so furious, frightened out of their wits, and stammered to finish: "And, and... before a stick of incense, it was the moment when the sword energy just appeared. The cliff has collapsed."

Changshengzi frowned, "Has the cliff collapsed?"

"Yes." The disciple bowed to the end, "The water flow of the waterfall suddenly became larger, and the cliff couldn't support it, so it collapsed. As for why the water flow of the waterfall became larger, some elders said..."

"Say the point!"

"Yes, yes." The disciple wiped his sweat, "Some elders said that it was because the snow in the Jiange had melted."

The eldest son was stunned.

"Someone came out with a sword from the Jiange. He had already left Penglai, but he left soon and came back." The disciple took a step back and pointed to the hall, "That's him."

There is a man kneeling under the hundred steps of the golden roof, with a disheveled hair crown and white clothes soaked in blood.

It is impossible to draw.

He was hugging a person, the blood under his knees was bleeding, he kowtowed heavily in the blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "I beg my uncle to save him."

On the Jiange, he saw the sword light rising in the east and the dragon chant majesticly, and he understood everything that happened in an instant.

When he arrived in a hurry, he saw that a green shirt was swept into the deep sea by the huge waves, and the torrential rain poured down.

The fairy walks with the sword, and it is thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

After all, it was too late.

"Now the two students you value the most have arrived." The little novice monk said: "One is prosperous and the other is damaged, and the other is damaged. You have to save them."

He made a move, "You lost this game of chess."

Changshengzi stood in front of the hall for a long time, and sighed: "As expected of a fortune teller, he presses every step of the way, and there is no plan left."

"The eldest son is the prize."

"But you missed one thing."

The little novice was slightly taken aback.

The eldest son turned his head, and the two looked at each other.

"The real loser in this game is you."