Chapter 263: High-level situations often only require the simplest competition (Update)

“I didn’t realize I was so strong.”

Lin Du dropped a white piece.

High Priest: ...Listen to these words yourself and see if you believe them.

Click, click, the black and white pieces fall in turn.

"Aren't you curious about what you see after taking off the gauze?"

Lin Du laughed, "I can see it, can you too?"

"Yes." The high priest raised his head and looked at Lin Du's uncovered face.

"It's just that I can't see yours."

Lin Du nodded, "If I say I can see you, would you believe it?"

The opponent's hand froze for a moment and landed in the wrong position.

Lin Du let out a light click of his tongue and raised his hand to make a move.

"When you touched my consciousness, you never thought that my consciousness is not a simple, flat, watermelon rind."

"I should be a ditch that stretches eight hundred miles across."

"In such a short time, what you perceived must be the complete me?"

Lin Du continued to lose words, but his moves were not slow at all. "You are arrogant, don't like to do useless work, and hate stupidity. You want to completely control the entire world and make people submit, but you look down on the ignorant masses."

"You think that the seven emotions of human beings are so greedy, like thick fog that obscures their true nature. You think that there is evil in their hearts and that it is difficult to eliminate evil demons, so you use the Five Precepts and Ten Virtues to discipline them for eternity, thinking that as long as time passes, generation after generation, evil will be contained."

"But you can't understand why I hate stupidity but still treat it kindly."

"I hate sin, but I never do anything rash."

"I wanted to be in control, but I was always just watching and making plans before I acted."

"You know everything I want, but you don't know why I want to stop it."

"In your eyes, the mirror should be the most beautiful fantasy, but you don't know that when it is too beautiful, it goes against the human world and completely collapses."

Lin Du smiled as he looked at the stalemated hands on the other side. "What do you think faith is? What is fooling the people?"

"Do you think that achieving the most dreamy and perfect way of what people want is right?"

"Don't forget, we are all part of the ignorant masses."

"You can't be backwards compatible, but I can."

Lin Du smiled maliciously, "Why, you're not convinced? Are you perfect? ​​Extremes are not perfection."

A look of gloom and anger was revealed on that face that looked exactly like hers, but it quickly disappeared and turned into indifference.

The high priest raised his hand and placed the chess piece, and asked only one question, "Can you win if you play chess with yourself?"

Lin Du thought of something and flipped the chessboard. In the other party's surprised eyes, he smiled with no doubts of good intentions, "Have you ever heard of playing rock-paper-scissors with yourself in the mirror?"

"High-end situations can often be resolved with the simplest of competitions."

Just kidding, Lin Du has been enduring this illusion for a long time.

If the eight people had not gathered together, she would have overturned the chessboard long ago.

The two Lin Dus sat facing each other on the altar, with the space between them like a mirror. The moonlight poured down like quicksand, and their loose white hair was illuminated by the flowing light like mountains and flowing water.

If you ignore the rock-paper-scissors movements of the two people, it is indeed beautiful.

In the silence, the temple was the only bright spot. From the outside, the city was shrouded in thick fog. In the silence, only the frame of the temple could hear a strange female voice as dim as the night.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

From far away in the mist, the melodious tones of the Xiqin were heard, from Han Palace Autumn Music to Yangguan Sandie and then to Zizhu Tune, and finally a strange tone was played as if to vent anger.

If you listen carefully, it sounds like the howling of a wild dog.

Not wanting to be outdone, the other side also tried hard to replicate it, and from a distance it sounded like two dogs swearing at each other, crazy and abnormal, with many twists and turns.

Three blocks away, Yan Qing turned around curiously, "Where is the barking dog coming from?"

The other person sneered, "At least he is a scholar."

"What? You want to bark too?" Yan Qing looked at the other side, "Bark again so I can hear it."

The sound of dogs barking came from the other side. Ni Jinxuan whipped her whip and shouted, "Yuan Ye! Stop barking!"

Four streets away, a faint voice came from the other side, "Straight to the eaves."

Ni Jinxuan nimbly dodged a whip coming from the opposite side, her temples throbbing.

The other side launched an attack, "Don't you want your parents to be immortal? Don't you want them to be with you forever? Be happy? Live in harmony forever? Isn't this what you want?"

"Could it be that you want to be without parents?"

"You don't have parents!" Ni Jinxuan whipped over and bullied him, "I have two families! I have many elders! Uncles, brothers, and sisters! Do you have them? You can't create the ideal me!"

"Who said I couldn't? Isn't there an oracle?"

"Master Junior's hair is still white!" Ni Jinxuan shouted loudly to express her dissatisfaction.

The person in the mirror was very dissatisfied, "Don't white hair look good? ! ! You obviously love it so much!"

…

Mo Lin listened to the little girl's swearing and thought of Lin Du's words when he folded his arms and watched Ni Jinxuan and Yuan Ye quarreling with each other calmly, "Elementary school kids swearing at each other."

...It really is like a fight between two chickens.

The sound of swords pierced through the air again, and the sword light tore through the heavy mist, carrying endless murderous intent.

Mo Lin's sword brows wrinkled instantly and he raised his hand to block. Even though the moves were the same and the two people's spiritual powers were exactly the same, their expressions were completely different.

"You knocked Tianwu unconscious?"

"You slandered me!!! You slandered me! You even harmed my junior sister!!"

Mo Lin's mind was in a mess and he retorted loudly, but his movements were a little flawed, and the opponent seized the opportunity and stabbed him fiercely with a sword.

Xia Tianwu, who was standing by, raised his hand without knowing when, and a strange fire suddenly appeared on Mo Lin's sword, which spread like wildfire and quickly slashed out along the sword energy that Mo Lin was blocking. In the dark night, it was like a blooming spark, leaving a red arc of light in the air.

This move startled the mirror image on the opposite side, and a strange fire blazed, forcing him to retreat.

Mo Lin was prepared to be burned in the same way, but he did not feel the same damage.

He turned his head in surprise, "Why?"

Xia Tianwu took it for granted, "My alien fire has entered your body and got to know you."

Through the thin mist, Mo Lin's ears turned red.

Huang Xuan and Yue Han looked at the person in front of them who looked exactly like them, and fell into deep thought.

"Old Huang, he's so good, I can't seem to beat him."

"...It's okay, young master. We... um... will do our best. You can influence it with kindness!"

Huang Xuan tried hard to come up with the words, but he was unsure.

Then he rushed forward first, looked at Yue Han's face, and said ruthlessly, "No matter how naive you are, young master, you can grow up slowly! In our clan, there is plenty of money to buy you a lesson!"

…

"Rock, Scissors...Paper!"

The gesture of extending the hand was the same again, and the high priest's face also showed a bored and lazy expression, wanting to stop this meaningless activity, "You know, if you want to break the illusion, you must shatter your perfect self with your own hands."

Lin Du was not annoyed at all. He continued to clench his fists and asked casually, "Do you know when you can win the game of rock-paper-scissors in front of a mirror?"

She felt the last core of the Snow Yuan Dan in her body, her expression unchanged, and began to dissolve it bit by bit. It was very simple to defeat another self, just to break away from the original routine first, then let the other party relax and follow the established instincts, and finally surprise and surpass the original self.

"When one of them is no longer the same person." Lin Du's voice was tender, but it contained a sinister coldness.

The power of ice and snow spread outwards crazily, breaking out of the temple with a force that could destroy everything, as if it wanted to condense the thick fog formed by the seven emotions into frost.

Heavy snow finally fell on the temple.

Through the fluttering snowflakes, the high priest met a cold and heartless face. In that person's pupils, there was so much ice and snow that no sunlight could be seen.

Lin Du stopped smiling, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "It's time to end it."

At the same time, the bowstring was suddenly stained with blood. Yuan Ye covered his throat and gasped, smiling as he watched the fog being blown away by the wind and snow.

"Look, I told you, who said Xiqin couldn't kill anyone?"

"What kind of free and unrestrained way are you practicing? Don't you know that the three thousand great ways exist in the three thousand worlds? Without a world to stand on, how can you be free and unrestrained?"

Fists collided, and a clear female voice rang out, "You are not my father and mother. I have long known that parents are individuals too, and they do not need to surround their children forever. I am independent, and my father and mother and I can grow up anywhere in the world."

"I accept my failures and the mistakes of my companions. Even if we are incomplete, there are still many things we cannot say, but you will never be stronger than when we are united."

The cold female voice mixed with the strange and stiff male cough echoed in the snowy night.

"Who says that scholars can only have stable jobs? I just love being a blacksmith." Yan Qing held on to his other self tightly, ignoring his own equally hoarse and choked vocal cords.

"Young Master, I don't want false perfection. I just want you to grow truly. That's enough."

"Lao Huang! I'll do it! I can do it by myself! I don't need your protection! My original form is much bigger than yours!"

The snowstorm was getting stronger.

"Look, I won."

Lin Du stretched out his hand and easily hugged the fist in front of him. The next moment, the fist shattered into pieces.

With a click, the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water finally disappeared.

Everyone knelt on the ground. Ni Jinxuan touched the two heavenly spiritual plants in her arms and raised them up in surprise, "Junior Master! I have two!"

Yuan Ye and Yan Qing simultaneously put down their hands that were covering their necks, looked down at the things in their arms, and smiled at each other with their teeth bared.

Mo Lin and Xia Tianwu looked at each other and suddenly their eyes started to wander.

"That... that one of mine... ah yes, I have one too! Junior sister, take a look at what it is, I don't recognize it!"

Lin Du sat up cross-legged in silence. After all, his mirror image was also a high priest. Why couldn't he use his power for personal gain and give her something? Was he a god and didn't have any divine rewards? Damn it!