The years when I was not the protagonist

The stone steps are mottled and covered with moss, only the middle part has a little room because people have stepped on it.

The people from Zikong are also extremely lazy, and they haven't cleaned it since they moved into the Dakong Temple. The ancient temple has stood here for hundreds of years, and now the incense is gone, and it is dilapidated at first glance.

It can be seen that the monks who built the Dakong Temple worked very hard. Every stone ladder has been carefully carved. Even if it is wet and covered with moss, it will be full of friction when stepping on it, and it will not feel slippery.

Climbing up the steps, there is a small barren and flat place in the middle of the stone ladder, on which an ancient tree grows.

Because no one cleaned up the ancient trees, all kinds of dry branches were scattered and growing. Pieces of red silk hung from the trees, and the words praying for gods and blessings could be vaguely seen on them.

"This is the wishing tree of our Dakong Temple. It is said that the first generation abbot of Dakong Temple brought it from Xuantian Temple."

Dakong Temple was established by the disciples of Xuantian Temple. Buddhism and morality are passed down from Xuantian Temple. It can be said that Dakong Temple is a branch of Xuantian Temple.

Gu Chuan always felt that there was something wrong with this tree, but there would always be some extraordinary changes in the creatures who had stayed in places where incense was at its peak.

For example, Grandma Shu of Lanruo Temple.

When the two of Gu Chuan walked to Dakong Temple, there were already monks there to greet them.

These monks were all big and round. Although they had shaved their heads, they still couldn't hide their fierceness.

"Amitou Buddha, I have been waiting here for a long time under the order of the abbot. The Candles have been lit and vegetarian food has been prepared in the Sutra Pavilion. Please invite the almsgiver inside."

A monk with a softer appearance came out more and more, put his hands together, and even mispronounced the Buddha's name.

This is the message that Zi Kong sent to them earlier, what kind of trap they should have laid.

Gu Chuan grabbed Zikong and followed the monk into a building built of black stones.

Zikong twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that this guy is really cautious, but this is really the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Dakong Temple.

Throwing Zi Kong aside, Gu Chuan kept looking back and forth at the old books on the shelf.

The Sutra Pavilion hides more scriptures. There are martial arts cheats, but they are all superficial health-preserving skills.

Gu Chuan looked at Zikong, and Zikong shrank his head, he knew that the business was coming.

"Benefactor, there used to be a lot of exercises in the Sutra Pavilion, but after being lonely, the Sutra Pavilion encountered thieves again and again, so..."

Zikong's tone paused for a moment, and he seemed to be in a panic and hurriedly said: "But don't worry, benefactor, there is still a Dharma transmission stone tablet in the secret room of Dakong Temple, I can..."

"Write down the exercises you have practiced." Before he could finish his empty words, Gu Chuan interrupted him.

Zikong was taken aback, what's the situation, shouldn't you be more interested in the Dharma transmission stone tablet?Why did you suddenly ask me to write exercises?

"You don't want to?" Gu Chuan emphasized his tone.

Zi Kong hurriedly found the table, under the dim candle light, smudged the ink, took the brush and began to write silently.

A piece of Qingluo Xuanfa was written eloquently. Gu Chuan took it and looked at it. It was a technique of the innate realm.

"Let's go, go to the stone tablet you mentioned."

Gu Chuan wanted to see what monster they were going to be.

The value needs to be swindled little by little, and some things can be obtained by threatening with strength, but not all.

In a nine-story stone pagoda, Zikong opened another stone door on the first floor, and a downward stone ladder appeared.

There are iron rings all over the stone tower, with rusty chains interspersed on them, which should have been used to imprison something in the past.

The stone ladder kept going down, and the darkness gradually came, and the candle lamp in the empty hand became the only light in the darkness.

After walking a total of 390 nine stone steps, the secret room Zikongkou finally appeared.

Light up the oil lamp in the secret room. The lamp oil in the oil lamp was recently replaced. It ignites at one point, and the whole secret room is brightened in an instant.

On the stone wall of the secret room, there are statues of Buddha, some with angry eyes and some with kind eyes.

There is a three-meter-long and two-meter-wide stone tablet in the middle. There is no dust on the surface of the stone tablet, and it has been wiped clean. A small crack extends more than one meter from the left side, as if it was punched out with brute force.

Although there was nothing on the stele, Gu Chuan was attracted when he saw it, and the Yangtze River appeared in his mind.

On a waterfall, there is a stone standing above the water surface. On the stone is a chessboard, and an old monk sits on one side of the white chess with his hands folded.

Gu Chuan came to the other side of the chessboard, the old monk opened his cloudy eyes, recited Amitabha, and signaled to Gu Chuan that it was black's turn to play.

The black chess situation on the chessboard has fallen into a disadvantage.

If the black chess piece is compared to a big dragon, then the white chess piece is the roc bird that feeds on dragons. The black dragon has been trapped in a shoal, and every move of the roc bird will injure the black dragon.

Gu Chuan doesn't know any chess skills, although he can play but not advanced, but this does not prevent him from making chess.

A sunspot fell on the chessboard, and the black dragon set off a storm in the sky in an instant, and killed the roc in the sky ferociously.

The old monk looked at him kindly and kindly, but his moves were extremely vicious. With a bang, the white piece landed on the chessboard.

The roc bird showed its sharp minions and tore off the black dragon's hard scales, causing the black dragon to bleed.

Gu Chuan was unmoved, Heizi continued to fall, and the black dragon bit the Dapeng bird regardless of its own injury, wanting to hurt both sides.

The old monk was dropping a white piece, and the roc grabbed a piece of meat from the black dragon and flew away.

Dozens of sunspots were wiped out by Bai Zi.

The dragon follows the wind and the tiger follows the cloud, and the black dragon rides the wind and goes up.

The old monk held the white chess piece without hesitation and pointed it out.

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The sound of falling pieces kept ringing, black pieces were constantly being destroyed, and white's advantage was getting bigger and bigger.

The black dragon struggled, lingering and panting, the roc had already grabbed the black dragon's tail, as long as there was one bite, the black dragon would die under the roc's beak.

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Suddenly, Gu Chuan's sunspots fell outside the white ones, and the old monk was a little unexpected.

When the kick fell, the black dragon directly broke its tail, but broke free from the shackles of the roc, and bit the roc's neck.

The old monk frowned suddenly, and said, "The benefactor has too much desire to kill."

After speaking, the black dragon fell down, and the black dragon bit the roc's wing and tore off a piece of meat, but the black dragon's tail was gone.

The dying counterattack failed, the sunspots had already become a dead end, the three whites fell, and the black dragon was swallowed by the roc bird and died.

The chessboard returned to the previous endgame, the old monk lowered his eyebrows, but his eyes fell on Gu Chuan.

"The benefactor has too much desire to kill, please stay in the temple for a while longer to dissolve the hostility."

I can see that I am serious about killing after an endgame?Gu Chuan frowned. I didn't do it before. Could it be that I was not allowed to fight back when I was dying?

"My killing intent is heavy, and the master's killing intent is even stronger."

The old monk understood Gu Chuan's meaning, and he recited the Buddha's name and said, "The poor monk's killing intent is to save more people, while the benefactor's killing intent is for his own selfishness, which is different."

Gu Chuan was amused, and just wanted to have a discussion with the old monk, but suddenly the figure of the old monk began to slack and become unstable.

This should be caused by the crack on the stele.