Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 5 5. Hand talk about bad chess

“Please say.”

“Once upon a time there was a woodman who went to a barren mountain to chop wood, but he saw the two playing chess on the top of the mountain. The woodman liked to play chess on weekdays, so he went to watch the game. This look was fascinating and waited until a game. After the chess was played, the two talents asked the woodman to go back quickly, otherwise he might not even see his wife for the last time. The woodman was stunned, not knowing, so he just looked sideways and found the axe in his hand. Mu Ke is rotten.”

“This is the legendary story of the ancient Lanke people, I have heard it.”

The old monk said: “The benefactor knows that this mountain is the barren mountain where the chess game has been rotten. This is the ninth peak of Xumi. Although the immortal has gone, he has given the chessboard tremendous spiritual power. Once seated, It will be deep into it, and the framing of various chess games will make the person playing the chess immersive, empathetic, unable to extricate himself, a game of chess seems to be able to complete a whole life, and people who do not have great perseverance and wisdom cannot play chess. So, does the donor have to go down?”

Xia Ji asked: “How to play against each other? If you hold the black and hold the white, will you let me talk?”

“No,” the old monk lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

Xia Ji smiled and clicked, “Should I be put to death and reborn?”

The old monk said, “I think the donor has a big obsession, but Lao Na persuades that the whole world is busy, and it is more painful and painful than the donor. I don’t know how many, why don’t the donor cut off the troubles? Obsession? After all, the first life of the world is a big dream.”

Xia Ji asked back: “Why break?”

The old monk spit out four words: “The mind sees the nature.”

Xia Ji took a step forward. Without even thinking about it, he sat down directly on the side of the chessboard surrounded by immortal energy, and said lightly: “If I have seen my heart, what I have seen is not the bitter sea turning back?”

The old monk opened his eyes for the first time and looked at the young man in front of him. In any case, he had already sat down and he had made a choice. Then, this was the cause and effect of his fate.

The old monk folded his hands together and said “Amitabha Buddha”. In any case, the courage of the seven princes is really commendable. After he sat down, he was the one who entered the game.

At this moment, Dou Chan began.

The old monk asked: “What did the donor see?”

Xia Ji didn’t answer, just staring at the chess game in front of him.

Obviously, this is a break, not a layout.

The game is actually very simple. The two **** and white dragons staggered and killed each other.

The old monk didn’t answer or ask when he saw him. He just said, “If the donor thinks it through and picks up the sunspot, then this round will really begin.”

Xia Ji directly stretched out his hand and picked up the black son with two fingers. He had to rush back to the palace after playing chess.

It’s just that with Heizi, a strange profound thought rushed into his spirit directly, causing everything around him to change.

In an instant.

He became a traveler walking in the wasteland, and was anxious to return home.

The identity of the Seventh Prince of Dashang seemed to have become a dream yesterday, and it had nothing to do with him at this time. The game of Sumi on foot and talking about Lan Ke chess in hand seemed to have become a ridiculous dream.

In the air, a hungry eagle was hunting down a poor pigeon.

In an instant, the pigeon had already plunged into Xia Ji’s arms.

The eagle hovered over Xia Ji’s head.

The pigeon suddenly began to speak: “You let me go, you can find food if you miss me, but I have only one life.”

The eagle also spoke in human words: “I am very hungry now. If I don’t eat you, you can’t survive.”

Two huge thoughts suddenly rushed into Xia Ji’s mind.

Willing.

Still reluctant?

And the eagle saw this situation, and theorized: “You protected it and saved the pigeon’s life. Would you bear my eagle starving to death?”

With its words, those two thoughts became stronger and stronger, turning into a powerful mental attack that impacted Xiang Xia Ji’s thoughts.

He couldn’t help shaking his head, trying to clear himself up.

Once again, the person in his arms turned into a rabbit, and the eagle that hovered in the sky turned into a scrawny tiger.

Once again, the scene began to change again, and every time he changed the thoughts in his mind, it became stronger.

This intensity kept stacking up until it turned into two shouts, letting him choose.

Home?

Still reluctant?

Slowly, the wasteland disappeared and everything disappeared.

Only him is left in this world, and the two creatures.

The only way is for him to cut off the meat equivalent to the weight of the pigeon and rabbit and give it to the eagle and tiger. In this way, he gave up himself, but saved the only two lives in the world, which is infinite merit.

Cut meat?

Still not cutting meat?

Those two shouts became more straightforward.

On the top of the ninth peak of Mount Xumi, the old monk sat and watched the opposite prince close his eyes, his eyebrows were beating, and the sunspot on his right hand was slowly falling.

In this round, the fight is not where the place is.

It’s whether you’re stuck.

To be willing, that is to put a son to death, cut off three pounds of flesh.

Reluctant to give up, that is to linger, looking at a few steps, but in the end it is a complete defeat, and this defeat will make people feel sick.

The most important thing is that this is not determined by your hands, but determined by your Zen mind. It is impossible for anyone to falsify, regardless of skills, the fairy is talking about Zen.

What is Zen?

Zen is seemingly simple, but in fact it is very difficult. It is still in front of you. It really takes a step to find that it is far away.

Therefore, the black piece held by Xia Ji was no more than one foot away from the chessboard.

This foot is the end of the world.

This end of the world, also known as the sea of ​​suffering.

Only those who have survived this sea of ​​hardship are qualified to refer to Leiyin Temple’s Buddhism Secret Collection “Past Burning Lantern Sutra”.

The old monk didn’t think that the prince could survive, because he was sitting on the top of the mountain for twenty years. This prince was not the first to come here. Everyone else was a famous person. His wisdom, courage, and power were all in him. Above, but none of those people succeeded. Everyone knew where to go for this step before they made the move, but they just entered the game and couldn’t go down anymore.

Isn’t this life?

You always know some things you should do, simple things, simple things, but you just can’t.

This is the Zen machine.

usually.

It is Zen.

Willing.

It is Zen.

you know.

But can you do it?

You understand that.

But are you really willing?

Suddenly, the old monk’s expression changed, because the seventh prince named Xia Ji cut three catties of meat and fed the eagle to the tiger. Then his pupils suddenly opened, his black hair danced wildly, and he snapped. Settled firmly in the place where it should be.

The old monk met the pupil of the prince.

But he didn’t see the compassion he wanted to see.

how can that be?

How did he break the game?

The old monk was stunned, and then asked: “The donor is willing to cut meat and feed the eagle, and sacrifice himself to feed the tiger. This is a journey of great compassion, but why don’t you have the meaning of compassion?”

Xia Ji said lightly: “Because I have no mercy.”

Old monk: “Don’t you want to cut meat and feed eagles?”

Xia Ji said: “Then who will feed me?”

Old monk: “But you did.”

Xia Ji: “Living toward death, what I have is the obsession that I will return from the Yin Cao Netherworld even if I die.”

After saying this, Xia Ji suddenly exuded a majestic Buddha intent. Even if he did not deliberately use it, the Tathagata Zen has resisted the mental impact he had just received, otherwise he would not break the game like this. The old monk asked in horror: “Then you actually realized the Buddha, how did you realize the Buddha?”

Xia Ji didn’t answer, but instead asked, “Is the game broken?”

The old monk was silent for a long time and replied: “It’s broken. It’s just that Lao Na wants to ask, the donor knows his heart, and he didn’t see the bitter sea turning his head back, so what is it?”

“The Buddha smiled with flowers, but I am not.”

“Then what is the donor?”

“If I don’t like it, I won’t allow a hundred flowers to bloom in this world.”

“The donor is really the devil in the Buddha.”

“Do you still borrow the scripture?”

“borrow.”

(End of this chapter)