Day and night tour

Chapter 337 Zen Master Huanxi
Hesitation and entanglement dominated the thoughts of the cliff monk.

Before he attained enlightenment, he played chess with himself in a cliff cave, playing twelve games a day for a period of sixty years.

The chessboard became the Cliff Monk's world, a world of only black and white. He believed that he had refined his will to be as calm as a still well, and that he could maintain the calmest and clearest judgment even in the most complicated situations.

The subsequent trips to the Buddhist kingdom to search for waves also confirmed this point.
Whenever he landed in a new country, the war would spread and countless lives would be burned to death. He would always watch coldly, without anger or compassion, but only make countless decisions.

"The Buddha once said, when all things are extinguished, my heart will blossom... What happened today? I can't blossom on my own."

The cliff monk tried hard to control his restlessness, and imagined the fantasy of "the flower in his heart blooming on its own" in his mind.

A holy lotus blossomed in the sea of ​​his heart. A blood-red heart replaced the pistil, pumping at a very slow rhythm.

Contraction and expansion only happen once in a long time, but each time is extremely powerful.

The frequency of the cliff monk's agitation was also led by the rhythm, gradually slowing down and being compressed into a tiny degree.

From that heart, he saw himself studying the chess manual diligently.
He is focused and meticulous, and always has an expression of enjoyment on his face every time he makes a move.

"I am here to play chess. I am here to play chess." The cliff monk repeated it repeatedly in his mind.

His slightly trembling hands regained his usual composure and he gently placed the black piece down.

After Zhou Xuan saw the position of the move, he knew that the Cliff Monk had made up his mind to continue slaying the dragon. He smiled calmly and said, "Evil Monk, are you still determined to slay the dragon?"

"The pause just now made me figure out something."

"What have you figured out?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Since I entered the game, I have always been thinking about how to use the chess momentum to bless my own strength. I used the palm leaf tree momentum to bless Junior Brother Baoshu, and used the six-eyed well momentum to bless Zhao Qingxiao... This is my obsession. I am so obsessed that I have forgotten that I am just here to play chess with the master."

"We have already laid out enough backup plans for the Huangyuan Demon, the Zoroastrianism, the Xunbo Monk, the Zhaxing, the Qingtian Dao, and many other forces. Their strength is far greater than that of the wandering gods of Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingjiang Prefecture. Even if I don't bless them with these backup plans, I dare not say that they can kill all the people in Mingjiang during the game, but at least they can continue the victory of life and death until the end of the game."

"If that's the case, then why should I make plans in the chess game? It's better to just play chess seriously."

The cliff monk finally regained his confidence and said, "Master, you are very resourceful. I am ashamed of myself that I am not as good as you. However, after playing chess for so long, I have gained a good understanding of your chess skills."

"How good am I at chess?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Master, your chess skills are not bad. If you play against some older chess enthusiasts in the streets, you can certainly defeat them. But... if you play against a national player like me, your chess skills are not good enough."

The cliff monk commented on the chess game very sincerely and said.

Zhou Xuan nodded and said, "Your vision for chess is really good."

As for his experience of playing Go, Zhou Xuan last played Go at the Children's Palace...

Later on, he would just watch famous chess masters play. He could see chess clearly, but he never played chess. So, he had some vision when watching chess, but as for playing chess? It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a bad chess player.

As for the Cliff Monk's evaluation of his chess ability - he was able to defeat the old chess player on the street and make him lose his weapons and armor... He was not wrong. After all, there was not only one person playing the white chess. In addition to Zhou Xuan, there was also Zhao Wuya, whose presence was extremely weak throughout the whole process...

"You are not good enough at chess, but I am strong. I might as well quickly compete on the chessboard to see who is better and who is better. Why should I bother with all kinds of mysterious chess moves to increase the source of my power?"

The relaxed feeling that the cliff monk had when he first entered Mingjiang Mansion returned, and he said, "One force can defeat ten skills, and a strong force can make bricks fly... I am not as good as the master in strategy, so I can only work harder in the direction I am good at and seek breakthroughs."

"The demon monk is quick-witted this time."

Zhou Xuan placed another white piece, continuing the "building up a big dragon" strategy to the end.

……

The war in Mingjiang Prefecture is in full swing.

With the addition of the Blood Well Society, the painter took command, and the day and night wandering gods and the disciples of many halls were unstoppable. They pried up the Zoroastrians and the scattered Qingtian Dao disciples one by one from the streets and alleys of Mingjiang Prefecture like pulling out nails...

This was a life-and-death battle for Mingjiang Prefecture.

The Zoroastrianism, the Blue Sky Sect, and the Star-Covering Sect came here to annihilate the Mingjiang Prefecture. They were trying to protect their homes and survive. The disciples of the various sects were naturally eager to fight.

As the three altars broke free from their two thousand years of shackles and flew in the form of flying stars, attracting the worship of the sixteen evil gods, the Yintang Mountain Barbarians, who had always been at odds with Mingjiang Prefecture, also increased their bloodthirsty desires at this moment.
Tens of thousands of practitioners became hunters in the primitive tribal period, using spears and sticks to surround the prey from all directions, driving them step by step to the front of Liyuan Street and the foot of the God-Traveling Temple.
The common people in this area had already been led by the painter to hide in the deep mountains and forests such as Miyang Wooden Station and Yaxin Wooden Station.

An artificially demarcated area became the final battlefield to protect Mingjiang Prefecture.

The final battle is about to begin.
The painter, the musician, and Peng Sheng stood on a tall building, overlooking the foggy Mingjiang Prefecture, hoping to see traces of Zha Xing and Zhao Qingxiao through the thick mist.

But found nothing.

"Zhe Xing and Zhao Qingxiao are hiding very deeply."

The painter said to Peng Sheng.

Peng Sheng nodded and said, "Her specialty is hiding in the fog."

"It's the Nine Incense Sticks in the Human World again. She has quite a lot of tricks. She will only show up when we have surrounded her and she has nowhere to hide."

The musician also said with his hands behind his back.

Everyone is waiting for the stars to be covered, but the painter still has a worried look on his face.

When the levels of incense offerings span too many levels, even with a large number of people, there may not be much chance of winning.

The first priest of the Bone Elders' Council always had a sense of insecurity about the future of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The musician and Peng Sheng actually also felt this kind of uneasiness.

"Will Zha Xing and Zhao Qing Xiao be the final winners in this chess game between heaven and earth?"

The painter asked tentatively,

Neither the musician nor Peng Sheng answered. It seemed that there was a huge poison hidden in the fog, spewing poison that could corrode everything...

puff!puff!puff!
There were several continuous hoarse sounds and shrill screams, and suddenly a dozen blood-red flowers rose up from the white fog...

"Zhaxing is here."

The painter was trembling, and took the lead in tearing through the space, rushing towards the place where the blood flowers were blooming at the speed of the human world.

Peng Sheng hung upside down again and moved into the fog with the Peach Blossom Tree.

The musician released a secret letter from the hall, saying: "The final battle has begun, the star of destruction has appeared, and the day and night wandering gods of Mingjiang and Pingshui Prefectures have returned to their positions."

The wandering gods from Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture displayed their magical powers and rushed to the place where Zhaxing appeared at the same time.

……

In the thick fog, everything seemed peaceful.
Zhao Qingxiao once again used the Nine Incense Sticks' Escape Technique to build a huge, vast Dragon Prison Well, dividing heaven and earth.

He presided over the Dragon Prison Well, his body suspended at the wellhead a hundred feet above the ground, holding a tortoise shell in his hand.

Zhaxing still has the pretty face of the singer Bai Guang, wearing a gorgeous long dress, leaning on a bench by the street. Her posture and expression are as lazy and leisurely as her singing.

"Master Zhao, this Prisoner Dragon Well allows people to enter but not leave. Anyone who has the courage to stop me from killing people in Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture can enter this well."

Zha Xing smiled and said, "It saves me from killing all the people in the well and then having to look for them one by one. It's quite troublesome."

"Should I call you Zhexing or Baiguang?"

the painter inquired.

"It will be all right."

Zha Xing said: "Bai Guang is a singer in the world. In a broad sense, she uses her singing to bring beauty to the world. But in a negative sense, she is just a private plaything of rich guests and dignitaries.

Zha Xing is the guardian of the human world. I thought "guardianship" was noble enough, but I am just a plaything of Jingguo's supreme will. If he wants me to live, I must not die. If he wants me to die, I have used many skills and sold my dignity, and I can only ask for a "survival".

Since they are all toys, what difference does it make what they are called? "

"Knapper, I raised them... Food is the Heaven, Time, Life, Willow God, they are all my playthings... Most of the City God, a small half of the witches, a small half of the Bone Elders, were once controlled by me, and that Mr. Feng who has no boundaries in the world, the number one assassin in Mingjiang Mansion, are all my hands and feet."

Zha Xing finally sat up straighter, recalling the glorious years when he had "everything under control", and said: "Kidnapper and Mr. Feng are both rare opportunities for me. With the help of the Buddhist monk Mo Tingsheng, if I am given another fifteen years... no... ten years, I can corrupt all the three major halls of Mingjiang Mansion without using any weapons, just using Kidnapper's people and goods.

The disciples who came to attack me today have all become my minions."

The painter did not deny Zha Xing's plan, because the other party almost did it. "Fortunately, the young master came to Mingjiang Mansion."

The painter said: "Mr. Feng, Guaizi, Mo Tingsheng, as well as Guangyin, Mingshen, Liushen, Shiweitian, and the three-headed stone Buddha of Pengjia Town, all fell at his hands.
None of the three gods who dared to descend upon Mingjiang Mansion could escape, and all of them died in Mingjiang. "

"He's a genius."

Zha Xing put his hands on his knees, not hiding his admiration for Zhou Xuan at all, and said: "I used to think that Mo Tingsheng was a genius at playing with people's hearts, a master of poisonous schemes from the Buddha Kingdom, but obviously, he is not good enough in front of the young master - Mr. Zhou just cut off my left and right arms in the human world one by one in such a light way,

It was also he who found a Taoist priest to kill my brother Qunxing in the God Touring Division."

She looked up at the Yushensi on the tall building, pointed at the building and said, "Painter, look at that building, it's square, doesn't it look like a tombstone? The tombstone of my brother Qunxing -

——Of course, it is also the tombstone of the gods who travel day and night in Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture. "

"You should keep it as a tombstone for yourself."

The painter first activated the "divine spell to bring good luck", lit a lamp to bring good luck, bit his tongue, and spit out a ball of dark blue fire.

This fire is Gu Lao's magic lamp that brings good luck. Through the light, one can see through illusions.

He looked through the fire and saw that Zha Xing's figure was extremely real, not just an illusion, but must be his real body.

"The opportunity has come."

The painter seized the opportunity and activated the "Law of Space" again. He flashed like a flying star and teleported behind Zhaxing at the speed of heaven and earth. A Taoist flame was lit with his right hand.

He suddenly put his hand into Zha Xing's back, and the flames of Dao wanted to burn Zha Xing to ashes.

But the next moment, the star-covering in front of him had dissipated into a cloud of mist, and a slender right hand penetrated through the painter's chest.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

The painter looked at the hand stretched out from his chest in disbelief. He only felt that the hand was moving upwards. His blood spilled onto the ground. From his perspective, the distance between him and the ground kept rising, and his sight was shaking, until he was completely lifted up by Zhaxing.
A wisp of mist turned into a tentacle, penetrated into the painter's wound, and quickly moved and flowed in his body, searching for the painter's original power.

"Where is your incense on your body? I have to ask my mist bug to look for it."

People who practice the incense and fire way have secret realms in their bodies, but the location of each person's secret realm is not fixed. Zha Xing knows that Gu Lao of the "Pain School" is not afraid of having his neck cut and his throat slit, and his powerful blood and flesh regeneration power will allow him to rebuild his body in a short time.

However, if the incense is found and then polluted and abolished, Gu Lao will no longer have the ability to regenerate flesh and blood and can be killed easily.

The huge weight of death loomed over the painter's mind.

"The one I just attacked was clearly your real body, how could it be a cloud of mist?"

The painter was unwilling to give in.

Under the magic lamp, one can break all illusions in the world and see through all falsehoods in the world... He clearly saw it right.

"The Bone Elders' Divine Lamp is a means used by both the Pain Sect and the Prayer Sect. Where does this means come from? It is simply through one's own flesh and blood, borrowing the power of the stars."

"The stars are my origin. They will deceive whoever I tell them to deceive."

The mist insect that was covering the star was getting closer and closer to the painter's secret realm of incense, and at this moment, three magic arrows were shot at Zhaxing one after another.

The arrow that beheaded the god swirled with the sound of wind and was powerful and heavy. Zha Xing was not in a hurry to destroy the painter. He just threw the painter out, disappeared, and reappeared several feet behind him.

"Master Jian's arrows do have some style."

Lord Jian, his white robe rustling, confronted Zha Xing, while Lord Jiu, who had arrived, helped the painter up.

At this time, the owner of the Metropolis, Gu Ling, the night watchman of Mingjiang Mansion, also arrived. She was in a very hot temper and said, "Zhexing, a cunning White Walker like you actually hid in my nightclub all this time?"

"You are very popular in your nightclub. However, Boss Gu, you really treat me well and you are also a person who knows beautiful singing. If you don't push me too hard today, I can let you go."

"I don't need you to put it."

Gu Ling lit up the Daoyan Fire and wanted to fight with Zha Xing, but was stopped by Lord Jian, who said, "Don't go forward before eight incense sticks. Zha Xing's ability is too treacherous."

The painter also waved weakly at Gu Ling. After a brief fight, he knew that Zha Xing was worthy of the title of the top White Walker in the world.

"Master Arrow is quite calm, more so than the painter. You don't have all the men, so I need to wait a little longer."

Zha Xing said as he walked: "The incense and fire divine way of this Jing country has flaws. You may not be able to detect it when you attack at the same level, but in my eyes, there is no difference between you and those who have not practiced the incense and fire divine way. If you rush forward rashly, it will only lead to your death."

"Painter, your spatial laws allow you to have the fastest speed in the world, just like Mr. Feng. But you can dodge and move in my fog, so I can easily capture your position. Your speed is useless to me."

"Without the fastest painter in the world, you can't hurt me at all with just that ball of Dao Flame."

Zha Xing just waited and started to comment on the day and night wandering gods who entered the well one after another.

“Master Arrow, you are a divine arrow like a chess piece, you set up the situation with arrows, and use the law of time to reverse the cause and effect.

Arrows are horizontal, time is vertical, the horizontal and vertical are straight, the vertical and vertical are connected, and that is what made you famous. But today, you can't even set up a single arrow. Compared with the realm of the law of time, I am far ahead of you."

Zhaxing once cut himself in two. The human part remained in the human world, while the White Walker part hid in Jiuli Mansion in Mingjiang Prefecture sixty years later.

When it comes to mastering the laws of time, Zhaxing is indeed much stronger than Lord Jian.

"Peng Sheng, the youngest high priest of the Tattoo Clan, the Peach Blossom Witch. You have the Peach Blossom Tree, the help of the Tattoo Clan members, and the God's image on your body."

Zha Xing suddenly paused, pointed at Peng Sheng who was hanging upside down on the ancestral tree and said, "If it were placed in front of the other nine incense sticks of gods and ghosts, maybe I could still fight, but I am Zha Xing. In addition to being able to separate the power of gods, I can also separate the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of feet.
Once the aura of heaven and earth is stripped away, the tattoos of you and your people will become mere decorations that only look good."

Zha Xing pointed out everyone's flaws one by one, and his points were very accurate.

The musicians, the red coffin lady, Zhou Lingyi, Yuan Buyu and other people who worshipped the gods had all arrived, and the lanterns of the other Mingjiang parade gods were lit one after another, floating in the sky in different heights, just like the lanterns during the Lantern Festival. All the parade gods returned to their positions...

……

"Are all the people here? If there are still some gods who haven't arrived, I won't wait any longer. The auspicious time has come, and it's time to send you off."

Zha Xing’s expression became increasingly stern.

"They should all be here."

After resting enough, King Xishan entered the Dragon Prison Well again.

"Master Zhao, seal the well. Don't let those Yin Hall disciples outside, and the disciples from the big and small halls, affect my mood."

When Zha Xing finished speaking,

Zhao Qingxiao then presided over the "Tic-Tic Taoist Formation", threw out the tortoise shell, and stepped on the map of the twenty-eight constellations.

The twenty-eight stars flickering at the mouth of the well were all the Taoist formations set up in advance by Zhao Qingxiao to find helpers for Zhaxing.

Zhaxing's original power comes from the stars. The more stars there are around her, the stronger her power will be, and the more means she will have.

"King Xishan, I said that I would personally defeat your Daoist Infiniteness and Saintly Inaction after I rested for a while. Do you want to fight with me first, or do you want to invite those wandering gods to come together?"

Zha Xing spoke first.

"Zhe Xing, Zhe Xing, you should first test your first move with my junior brother."

A gentle but resonant voice came from above the Prison Dragon Well.
The person who spoke was one of the chess players - Zhao Wuya.

……

Next to the chessboard, Zhao Wuya was in lotus meditation posture, and a soul walked out of his body.

This soul was none other than Zha Xing’s old lover - Venerable Qiye.

"Brother Huanxi, in the past two hundred years, your soul has been reincarnated several times. It depends on you whether you can understand Zen today and return to the twenty-first Zen fruition."

Zhao Wuya patted Venerable Qiye on the back gently, and the lotus throne above the black water in the Zhou Xuan Secret Realm finally had the opportunity and flew out of the secret realm on its own, and together with Venerable Qiye, floated into the Dragon Prison Well and became a person in the game.

Zhou Xuan asked, "Master Wuya, is this Venerable Qiye your junior fellow apprentice?"

"He is also one of the twenty-one Zen masters, the Happy Zen Master."

Zhao Wuya looked at the back of Venerable Qiye as he left, and said, "Master, my junior brother and the lotus throne entered the game at the same time. This is a great opportunity. If the opportunity comes, Junior Brother Huanxi will be able to break through delusion and sit on the lotus throne. Then he will be the real Zen Master Huanxi.

If the opportunity does not come and I do not sit on the lotus seat, I will have failed the good intentions of the Nuo God."

(End of this chapter)