The young handsome man looking at this picture is light on the surface, but very restless in his heart. If it were them, they would not be able to suppress it.
The female disciples of Lihua Palace are not only talented and one in a million, but also have a good appearance. They are naturally beautiful and do not undergo acquired changes.
"Pretend to be."
A woman in a plain skirt looked at the silent Taoist Buddha and said coquettishly.
"The Buddha selected by the Dongtu Buddha is full of determination, and it is impossible to break the precepts easily."
The women know this. Such behavior is to play a trick on the Taoist Buddha to kill the time.
"The elder sister is coming. Stop it."
Originally, the women were still teasing the Taoist Buddha. When they saw Wang Shutong, who was walking slowly, they quickly put away the charming posture and stood on one side with a solemn face.
Wang Shutong slowly walked to the Taoist Buddha, wearing a long white dress, dragging on the ground without staining the mud. Her dress is very monotonous, with no gorgeous colors, and her whole body is white, like an unsaspable ice lotus.
The long black hair is tightened with a jade hairpin, and the ribbon at the waist flutters with the breeze. A pair of jade hands gently cling to the chest, which is classical, elegant, noble and pure.
The women retreated to one side and bowed to Wang Shutong, very respectfully.
Wang Shutong's face was expressionless, and his eyes fell on the Buddha, and his voice was soft: "East soil monk, do you have the courage to play a game with me?"
With that, Wang Shutong waved his left hand gently, and a stone table and a stone stool appeared in front of him. On the table was a chessboard containing strange laws.
Although the Taoist Buddha was chanting with his eyes closed, he could still hear Wang Shutong's words.
After a moment of hesitation, Daochen Buddha opened his eyes.
He got up and took a few steps forward. He looked at Wang Shutong, looked down at the chessboard on the table, and whispered, "The chessboard and chess pieces made of Wannian Jimingshi are a good thing."
"Sit down."
Wang Shutong understood the meaning of the Taochen Buddha, and he agreed.
The two sat down and looked at each other.
After a moment of silence, Wang Shutong waved again and laid a boundary ban around him to prevent the conversation from spreading and not wanting to be disturbed by others.
The women of Lihua Palace turned around knowingly and did not dare to peep.
"Please."
The Taochen Buddha took the black zi and motioned Wang Shutong to fall first.
Wang Shutong was not polite. He grabbed a white child and fell in the middle of the chessboard.
"Do you know why the people in Lihua Palace treat you like this?"
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"I don't know."
About this matter, Daochen Buddha really didn't know anything about it and shook his head.
"Do you want to know?"
Wang Shutong lowered his eyebrows and looked at the chessboard. A wisp of green silk slid down from the temples, gently swept over the pink and white ears, hanging in the air, as soft as water.
"Please tell the female benor."
Daochen Buddha said sincerely.
"The Holy Lord of the Lihua Palace and the abbot of Buddhism once had a bad relationship."
Wang Shutong, in short.
Hearing this, Daochen Buddha's heart was obviously shocked. His eyes changed, he frowned slightly, and his left hand holding the black chess piece trembled slightly. He hung in the air and did not fall on the chessboard for a long time.
After a long time, Daochen Buddha dropped the chess piece, looked up at Wang Shutong, who was close at hand, and asked, "Is this sentence of the female benefactor true or not?"
The abbot of Buddhism is the teacher of Taoism. He is highly moral and highly praised, and Buddhism is boundless.
Dao Chen racked his brains and couldn't imagine that the master had moved his mortal heart, and he couldn't believe it. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"Many people know about this matter. If you want to investigate, it is not difficult to verify."
Wang Shutong said.
At this point, Daochen Buddha didn't know how to answer and kept silent.
Knowing this, it greatly affected the mood of the Buddha. Therefore, he was more hesitant when he fell, and the situation of the chess game obviously fell into the decline.
Half an hour later, the game of chess became a dead end.
Daochen Buddha stared for a long time and did not find the vitality of the black man. Finally, he chose to put down the chess piece in his hand. He sighed and said with his hands together, "The poor monk lost."
"In your eyes, the Buddha's abbot has a great merit, and the Dharma is supreme. After knowing this, it will be difficult for you to accept it!"
Wang Shutong did not have the joy of victory, because she knew very well that the Buddha's mood was temporarily damaged and her attention was distracted.
"Uh-huh." The Taoist Buddha did not hide it and nodded and admitted it.
"There are too many things you don't know. Take your time to understand!"
Wang Shutong got up and walked.
In fact, Wang Shutong had the idea of fighting with Daochen Buddha more than once.
Therefore, Wang Shutong deliberately tested the strength of the Buddha and played chess.
This chessboard is not simple. It is made of extreme stone, which contains many laws and meanings. The two sides compete not only with their own skills, but also their own strength.
Even Wang Shutong affected the mood of the Taochen Buddha, and it took half an hour to win.
If the Buddha's state of mind is not damaged, the winning or losing of the chessboard game must be an unknown result.
Through this move, Wang Shutong was afraid of Daochen Buddha and did not dare to invite him to fight.
Sitting on the ground, the Taoist Buddha closed his eyes, and Wang Shutong's words had been echoing in his ears, and he could not regain his calm for a long time.
Time passed like a white horse, and soon another four years passed.
There is less than a year left before the battle between Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu.
At this moment, Yanchang Ancient Star gathered tens of thousands of people, all of whom wanted to witness the battle with their own eyes and looked forward to it.
In the secret room, Chen Qingyuan is still practicing.
During this period, he consumed thousands of the best spiritual stones and stabilized his cultivation.
The body has absorbed a lot of aura, but still can't break through.
"Try again!"
Chen Qingyuan calculated and knew that there was not enough time.
In the last few days, Chen Qingyuan still wanted to fight for it to see if he could touch the peak of Yuanying. If you can cross, your own strength will definitely be improved, and you will be more sure of the next battle.
At the same time, the heroes of the eighteen veins of the western Xinjiang came from afar and came to the ancient star of Yanchang. With the arrival of people in the west, the scene became extremely lively.
"This battle can be regarded as the peak battle of the younger generation."
Everyone is curious about the strength of Fu Dongliu, the first person in western Xinjiang, and no one is exception.
"I hope Chen Qingyuan can carry more moves at that time."
Few people think that Chen Qingyuan has the possibility of winning, but just expect him not to lose too badly.
"Fu Dongliu, here we go!"
A month later, Fu Dongliu came in black and stepped in the air, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Fu Dongliu stood high, gently closing his eyes, with his hands on his backs, and the invisible sense of oppression spread from his body, making people afraid to stare at him for a long time.
He is ready to wait for the day of the appointment.