Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 15: Cangyan Plays Chess and Still Separates

Wuzhan will never forget the man in front of him. This man was the Taoist priest in green robe who harmed his parents, killed his brother, and forced him to jump into the river. In a flash, Wuzhan's shocked and angry eyes dimmed again, and then he said: "...Uncle Master."

In the dark stone cave, Qingyang did not notice the fleeting change in Wuzhe's eyes, and said with a smile: "Nephew, get up quickly, hehe."

Zitan smiled and said, "It's too dark in here, let's go out and chat." Then he led Qingyang out of the cave.

Qingyang smiled and said, "I never thought that Brother Dao had been hiding here for more than 20 years, and I had to look for him so hard. It seems that his cultivation must have improved greatly, right?"

"No, no, my cultivation has not only not improved, but has regressed. I'm getting old!" He said and walked out of the cave.

Wuzhan stared fiercely at Qingyang's back. His enemy was right in front of him. He wanted to rush up and fight him to the death, but he knew he couldn't. If he did that, he would undoubtedly die and be killed with a palm. He thought to himself: "How could Master know him? What is their relationship? Why did they bring him back? What are they going to do?"

Wuzhan has already guessed that it must be related to the 'Requiem Stone'. "Has he noticed my abnormality? What if he recognizes me? Will Master help me or get rid of me?"

“Maybe Master won’t do that. Now is not the time for revenge. I can’t let him recognize me. I have to find out their relationship first and observe what they are going to do.” Thinking of this, he quietly walked to the cave entrance, leaned against the stone wall, and listened quietly to the conversation outside.

Qingyang looked down the mountain, stood with his hands behind his back, and said proudly: "Brother, you are living in poverty here, why don't you go and serve the Great Qin Dynasty with me and enjoy endless wealth and glory."

Zitan said: "Glorious wealth and splendor will make me restless and hinder my practice of enlightenment. Besides, I am used to poverty and will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"As the saying goes, small seclusion in the mountains, great seclusion in the city. Only by not being confused by many temptations can one temper his mind and reach the realm within the realm. To practice in seclusion is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. It is futile to spend a lifetime. However, in the court and the country, one can see more and learn more, learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools, and make great progress in cultivation."

"In the government and the public, many people say things that are not what they mean. How can they be controlled by others? Although I live in the mountains and the countryside, I can do what I want. Glory and wealth are all in my heart."

Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Brother Dao, do you think that I am greedy for wealth and fame and have confused my mind?"

Zitan smiled and said, "Brother, you have misunderstood me. Everyone has their own aspirations. There is no need to force them."

"In fact, I did not enter the Qin Court for fame and fortune. My heart to cultivate Taoism is no less than that of you. What do we cultivators seek?"

"I used to believe that I could attain immortality and become a god, but now I feel that it is just a fantasy. What I want is to live out the true meaning of life."

Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, this is the first time I've heard of this, but I want to tell you, Taoist brother, attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal is no longer a fantasy, it is very likely to be realized now."

"Why do you say that? Could it be that you can become an immortal?"

Qingyang smiled but did not answer, and continued to ask: "Brother Dao, do you think that the story of Jiang Shang's deification on the Conferred God Platform a thousand years ago is credible?"

"It's too long ago. If there really are gods, where did they go in the past thousand years? Why haven't we seen any of them? Instead, demons are rampant and happening again and again. Maybe the Zhou Dynasty deified our ancestors in order to confuse the people. It's not credible."

Qing Yang smiled and said, "Then why are there so many sects of Taoists in this world? If this thing didn't happen, why would they be so persistent and persistent in their pursuit? And why would the gods show up for the world to see?"

Zi Tan remained silent, Qing Yang continued, "If it is passed down, it must be passed down for a reason. There is no smoke without fire. Jiang Shang's deification is indeed true. Now that Qin has unified all the kingdoms and completed the great unification, the people live in peace and are far away from the suffering of war. There is sufficient national strength to realize the eternal foundation. Master Xu sincerely invites talented people from all walks of life to follow him to collect rare treasures, comprehend the great way together, and help the First Emperor complete the deification cause. So I hope you will consider it and don't miss this good opportunity!"

After hearing this, Zitan sat on a stone bench, thinking for a long time, and sighed: "So many years have passed, and my heart no longer has the ambition and lofty sentiments I had at the beginning. I only have that long-cherished wish left in my heart. Once this wish is fulfilled, I will feel at ease. If my brother has the opportunity to become an immortal, I will be happy."

Qingyang's face darkened and he said, "It seems that Brother Dao doesn't believe me anymore?"

Zitan said hurriedly: "How could that be? I believe what you said, brother, but I don't have that blessing anymore."

Qingyang snorted coldly and said, "This blessing is right in front of you, brother. It would be a pity if you don't grab it. I have been looking for you for more than ten years, but your answer is like this. Did you take the initiative to look for me this time just because of the incident twenty years ago? Could it be that you haven't forgotten it yet?"

Zi Tan sighed, "It was so shocking, how can I forget it? That's why I asked you to go to Huashan together. The longer we put it off, the slimmer the chance will be. It's been more than 20 years, I have to try my best to give it one more try."

A cold light flashed in Qingyang's eyes and then disappeared. He turned around and sat on the stone bench. There was a stone slab with a chessboard engraved on it between them. This was where they usually played chess with Wuzhan to kill time. Qingyang looked at the chessboard and said, "You actually have a chessboard here? I haven't played for a long time. How about we play a game?"

Zitan thought Qingyang would agree to go to Huashan immediately, but he changed the subject unexpectedly and said with a smile: "This is what my humble disciple and I do to kill time. If you are interested, I will accompany you. However, my chess skills are not as good as yours, so I hope you will show some mercy."

"Brother, you are too modest." After saying that, Qingyang made the first move, and then the two of them fell silent and began to play chess. Qingyang kept attacking, while Zitan defended layer by layer. Both of them were chess masters, and they were both interested in playing chess when they met their evenly matched opponents. They considered carefully every move, as whoever made a mistake would lose the whole game. The speed of making moves gradually slowed down, and the scorching sun rose to the sky, but the winner was still unknown.

Zitan wanted to ask Qingyang about his trip to Huashan during the game, but he seemed to be completely absorbed in the game and pressed her step by step, leaving her no time to speak. Zitan could only resist with all her strength and wait until the game was over before asking again. …

It was noon, the sun was scorching, and there was no wind at the foot of the mountain. A few leaves trembled slightly for a moment. Even though they were far away at the foot of the mountain, they could not escape Zitan's ears. Zitan's ears raised slightly, Qingyang's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then they returned to calm.

Only then did Zitan understand why Qingyang didn't answer and the purpose of following him to Cangyan Mountain. Zitan used his sleeve to gently wipe away the sweat that was about to drip from his chin, raised the chess piece, and said loudly: "Disciple, you don't have to be more careful. The weather is so hot. Your uncle and I are still undecided about the game of chess. I am very thirsty. Go and make tea for us!"

Wuzhan leaned against the stone wall and listened for a long time. He heard no one outside talking. He was just trying to figure out the conversation between the two people. When he was struggling with his feelings, he suddenly heard the master asking for tea. He wanted to respond, but suddenly felt something was wrong. "I have never seen the master drink tea before. How could he suddenly want to drink tea? Besides, where did the tea come from? There is not even a teacup or teapot. What can I use to make tea? How could the master be so confused and suddenly say this? What does it mean?"

As his thoughts raced, he heard his master's scolding from outside the cave, "You're sleeping in again. I'll teach you a lesson later!"

Wuzhan stood up, walked into the cave, and shouted, "Master, I can't find where I put the tea leaves?"

"Oh, I forgot. Now that we have finished our tea, go to... the back hill and get the one under the plum tree. Go ahead!"

Wuzhan clenched his fists and closed his eyes. He knew that his master's words were meaningful, and he chose his words quickly.

As the battle turned, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickered, his face still looked white in the dim light, "Master asked me to go to Huashan!" "Master wants to duel with Qingyang, he has no chance of winning!" "He asked me to escape first..."

Wuzhan tightened his throat and said, "Master, you are looking for fun with your disciple again. This mountain is so high, I can't climb over it." What he meant was, "I don't want to go, Master, please don't abandon me." His heart was broken.

……

"You're still trying to be lazy? I'll spank you!" With a whoosh, the chess piece flew in. It was very fast at first, but the remaining momentum was not enough. Wuzhan caught it in his hand and held it in his palm. "Oh! I don't dare anymore!" He knew that his master had to leave and take the chess piece to Huashan.

Wuzhan walked slowly towards the cave entrance with a worried heart. When he was almost there, he covered his butt with his hands. As soon as he walked out of the cave, his eyes suddenly dimmed as he looked at the two people playing chess.

Qingyang smiled at Zitan and said, "I'm not thirsty either, brother. If he doesn't want to go, don't let him go."

Zitan said with a straight face: "He is used to being naughty. I am sorry to embarrass you. Look, you are sweating and you still say you are not thirsty!" He turned to look at Wuzhan and saw that Wuzhan was hesitating. He said angrily: "Go now!"

Wuzhan stood at the entrance of the cave and complained, "Master, are you so cruel that you let me climb that cliff alone?"

Qingyang unconsciously glanced at Wuzhan, and their eyes met. When he was about to turn his gaze away, he suddenly fixed his eyes and found that those eyes seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen them before.

Wuzhan is eight feet tall, thin, and has a handsome face. Seeing his current appearance, how could one associate him with the child who fell into the river and died eight years ago.

Zitan ignored Wuzhan's words, dropped a piece, and smiled at Qingyang, "It's your turn, brother."

Qingyang turned his eyes and looked down at the move made by Zitan, but his mind had already begun to look for those eyes.

Wuzhan whispered, "Okay, Master, I will definitely get the tea leaves you want." This meant, "Master, I will definitely fulfill your wish."

After saying that, no one paid any attention. He turned around silently and came to the stone wall. He looked back at Zitan again and saw that Zitan had a peaceful face. He turned his head away and said, "Such a separation... why... why does it always happen to me."

Wearing a tattered Taoist robe, he climbed hard towards the top of the mountain.

When Wuzhan's figure was about to disappear, Zitan stroked his silver beard, looked at the thin figure affectionately, and lamented in his heart: "Am I too selfish to let him bear it?"

Qingyang held up the chess piece and looked at the figure at the same time. With a frosty brow, he placed a piece and said, "We should finish this game of chess properly this time."

Despite the scorching sun, the air around me suddenly cooled down and I began to sweat.

"Why?"

……

"There's no need to ask. Just like this game of chess, you've already missed your chance. Hand over the Requiem Stone and you can still survive!"

(End of this chapter)