In the quiet room, Wuchen Buddha and Yuanxuan sat opposite each other and played a game of chess.
Bang!
Wu Chen dropped a black ball and looked up at Yuan Xuan. "You seem to have worries between your brows. What are you worried about?"
"If a cultivator is greatly favored by the Dao, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Yuan Xuan dropped a white ball.
"The layman is referring to Xiao Xiaoshi?"
"Yeah. The Taoist favoritism towards her is indeed a bit too much. This is not the way a Taoist should act. Divine beasts, divine weapons, various natural treasures are all presented to her, as well as... luck."
The practice of the Pure Land Buddha is the path to life and death, which can help one observe reincarnation and know the past and the future.
If we say that this world can solve the confusion of tomorrow's laymen, it is probably only Buddha.
"Do you believe in fate?"
Wu Chen knew that there was a disaster in his life, which was extremely dangerous. According to his calculations, there was a certain probability.
But now after hearing Xiao Xiao's words, he realized that everything had changed, his destiny had changed.
He is, and so will Mr. Tomorrow.
Yuan Xuan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "The word 'life' is too heavy and should not be placed on a Yuanying monk."
Wuchen used his skills, and pictures appeared in his eyes. There were many people in those pictures, including him, Wuchen, Mingri, and Master Xinyan...
He saw their fortunes stolen and their tragic end.
He saw that the spiritual energy and luck of this world of cultivation were being massively drained away and gathered into one person, who achieved the status of a golden immortal by stepping on the corpses of countless creatures in this world of cultivation.
However, the number of Dao is fifty, and the number of Yuan is forty-nine. If one is omitted, it becomes a constant and also a variable.
He saw that Mr. Mingri and Wuchen, who was possessed by the devil, sacrificed themselves in exchange for a ray of life from Taoism.
Then the gears of fate began to change, a meteor fell from the outside into this world of cultivation, and life came from it.
Fate also changed as a result...
"So that's how it is. It's fate and timing."
That person came because of Mr. Mingri to save thousands of lives.
"Don't worry, layman. This sect has no ill intentions towards Xiao Shi. Everything we do is within the rules."
This sect cannot tolerate outsiders extracting luck and spiritual energy, causing the destruction of this world, and is also trying every means to save itself.
Although... a little anxious.
But it did not violate the operation rules of the road.
After all, if this world is destroyed, Tao will no longer exist.
Hearing the Buddha say this, Yuanxuan felt relieved for a moment, and he also understood the deep meaning behind it.
Xiao Xiao's life lies in his hands, and the burden of saving the world also lies on him.
"What can we do?" Yuan Xuan asked.
This world does not belong to one person, but to everyone. Everyone has the responsibility and obligation to protect it.
"Until that moment comes, we can do nothing but wait quietly. Fate will have its own guidance, and all we can do is to protect it by our side. None of us can change the destiny, nor can we interfere too much."
Just like planting a sapling, you can fertilize, water, and catch insects, but you can't stop it from growing in the wind and rain.
A tree cannot grow without wind and rain; a steel cannot be made without being shattered by hundreds of hardships.
The destination of one's destiny is not just a simple saying. It means the destiny of the Lord, his will, and his destiny.
No one can reverse it, no one can change it, no matter how strong you are, it is not possible, it must be that person who is destined to succeed.
They had already experienced this once before when faced with an immortal from the outside world, and they were powerless.
You can put your hopes on the people who guide you.
Yuanxuan held the chess piece in his hand and rubbed it between his fingertips, unable to put it down for a long time, and it was obvious that he could not completely let it go.
"If you care too much, you will be confused. Layman, you are obsessed with appearances."
Wuchen's voice was like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum, which made Yuanxuan suddenly enlightened and the fog in his heart was swept away.
"I'll teach you tomorrow." Yuan Xuan suddenly realized, and without hesitation, he put down the chess piece in his hand.
The white pieces that were originally scattered on the board seemed to be injected with life. The situation on the board changed instantly. The white pieces formed an invisible encirclement, surrounding the black pieces.
Black's chances of survival were gradually blocked, and the situation became precarious.
Wu Chen put down the chess piece in his hand and said, "It is the poor monk who lost."
Mr. Mingri is worthy of being Mr. Mingri. Even if he is confused, he can still be on par with him.
Now the fog in his mind had dissipated, his chess style changed instantly, and he was defeated step by step.
He is not his enemy.
"There is no winner between you and me."
"You can know the end by looking at the beginning. I have already seen the inevitable defeat. It will be futile to continue. It is better to stop here."
Yuan Xuan chuckled, "Until the end, no one can guarantee that they will win. Everything is subject to change. Master, you are obsessed with appearances!"
Wuchen Buddha showed a look of realization, and reached out to pick up the chess piece from the chess box again, "Wuchen, I will teach you."
The two smiled at each other and continued their game.
If someone were here at this time, they would definitely be surprised.
In the room, the principles of destiny, life and death, and the principles of Taoism all appeared at the same time.
Tomorrow, the lay Buddhist 놌Wu Chen Buddha떚 will not simply play chess, but will continue to discuss the Dao through chess.
On the chessboard, black and white pieces are placed in an orderly manner, like twinkling stars, or the alternation of yin and yang. Every move of chess contains endless wisdom and profound meaning.
Mingri Jushi said that his chess style was like a breeze blowing on your face, light and flexible. His chess pieces seemed to be placed casually, but in fact they contained deep meaning.
Every move is like leaving a mark in the long river of fate, leading the development of the situation.
Wuchen Buddha is obsessed with black, and his style of playing chess is like a steady mountain, heavy and solid.
His chess pieces are like Buddhist beads, seemingly ordinary but actually containing endless Buddhist teachings.
Every move is like hovering on the edge of life and death, searching for a chance of survival.
The two players have their own unique chess styles, but they also complement each other. Their pieces intersect on the chessboard, like two giant dragons flying in the clouds. The situation on the chessboard changes unpredictably, sometimes it is stormy, sometimes it is calm. But no matter how the situation changes, the two can respond calmly and remain unmoved.
In this game of chess, Mingri Lay Buddhist Wuchen Buddha not only showed his superb chess skills, but also his deep understanding of Taoism. They discussed Taoism through chess and explored the truth of fate, life and death.
At this moment, their thoughts transcended the chessboard, transcended time and space, and reached a state of selflessness.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, breaking the two people's state of ecstasy.
"Come in."
A young Buddhist cultivator came in through the door. He bowed to the two of them first, then said, "Buddha, Senior Brother Wuxu was besieged by the demon cultivators outside and was seriously injured. He is now in the living room.
The elders were unable to do anything about my brother’s injuries, so they specifically asked me to come and ask the Buddha to come and take a look.”
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