I studied beheading in a mental institution

[Distance from the ringing of the Donghuang Bell: 620 years]

Ming Dynasty, the winter of the fourth year of Yongle.

Heavy snowfall.

In the Kunlun Mountains, a gray figure walked slowly through the endless white snow, and the strong wind rolled up the crushed snow, drowning the two clear footprints without a trace.

The figure passed through the mountains, and finally stopped in front of an ancient ruined temple.

This temple seems to have been a product of thousands of years ago. Almost all the outer walls collapsed, and the wreckage of the temple was covered with heavy snow. The outline of the house could not be seen clearly at all. Half of the dilapidated door stood alone in front of the wreckage. creaking sound.

"It's been almost 400 years..."

The gray figure looked at the wreckage of the temple and murmured, "Longer than I thought."

He stretched out his hand to push open the half of the dilapidated door, only to hear a crisp sound, the door broke directly in the snow, the harsh creaking sound disappeared completely, leaving only the endless whine of wind and snow.

He sighed, and stepped into the wreckage of the ruined temple.

Relying on his memory, he came to a snow hill, stepped on it lightly, and the snow in front of him was automatically shattered and scattered all over the ground, revealing the clay Buddha statue inside.

For more than 400 years, even the outer wall collapsed and decayed, but this clay Buddha statue still maintains its original appearance!

And on the abdomen of the clay Buddha statue, a crack has spread, almost splitting the front of the Buddha statue in two. As the snow collapses, the crack spreads again, as if something is about to rush out from the inside!

The gray-clothed figure just stood quietly in the ruins, staring at this scene, without any intention of making a move.

Kacha-! !

There was only a muffled sound, and the mud-carved Buddha statue in front of him was split in two from the crack in the center. A figure maintained the same posture as the original Buddha statue, sitting cross-legged quietly on the stone platform.

It was a young monk in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a muddy cassock, but his skin was fair and translucent, like a holy Buddha born in the mud.

His face was exactly the same as that gray-clothed figure!

"You came out late." Lin Qiye, who was dressed in gray, looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own, and said calmly.

The monk's eyes slowly opened, like a pool of deep and calm autumn water. Although his face was exactly the same as Lin Qiye's, his temperament was completely different, and every move contained a sense of Zen.

"It's not easy to shape this body, let alone prevent it from being discovered by the [Key of the Door]."

He stood up from the ruins, patted the mud on the cassock, and stood opposite Lin Qiye in the wind and snow.

"What should I call you? Predetermined fruit? Fate Buddha? Or... Lin Qiye?" Lin Qiye asked.

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Lin Qiye:

"Just call me... [Fate]."

"Fate?" Lin Qiye looked at the monk in front of him, "Is this your dharma name?"

"The name, dharma name, and posthumous title... are all vain, neither Buddha nor Tao, neither god nor human, I am me."

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "You can see clearly."

"Humans always like to complicate simple things through the so-called 'personality', 'emotion', 'love-hate', I'm just doing the opposite."

Monk Fate clasped his hands together, speaking calmly, his tone without any ups and downs, didn't look like a living person, but like a cold machine.

This did not come as a surprise to Lin Qiye. The consciousness born out of pure cause and effect would not have the emotions that humans possess, but would possess extremely terrifying computing power. This is what he wanted.

"How is your solution to this game of chess?" Lin Qiye asked the most concerned question.

"In 520 five years, I have performed 420 trillion calculations. Judging from our existing chess pieces, the winning rate is less than [-]/[-]." Monk Fate said lightly.

"Two thousandths..."

Lin Qiye thought that human beings' chances of winning would be very low, but he never thought that even if he returned to Western Han Dynasty to set up this secret chess game, the odds of winning would still be only so small... It seems that what [Key of the Door] said before, looking at the long river of history, It's no joke that humans have no chance of winning.

Grace, far scarier than they knew.

Lin Qiye frowned, "So, how many chess pieces do we need?"

"Whether the winning rate is improved or not is not determined by the number of pieces, but the quality of the pieces and the role they can play in causality." Monk Fate paused for a moment, "Even if there are three more Jade Emperors, in this chess game The role of Li Yifei may not be as good as that of a Li Yifei."

"I understand." Lin Qiye nodded, "I will deal with the problem of the chess pieces... Now that you have a physical body, what are your plans?"

"For me, it doesn't make much difference whether I have a physical body or not... I condense this physical body just to complete a period of karma for you."

"...Zhou Ping?"

"We need Zhou Ping, and Zhou Ping also needs a 【Fate Orb】 that is condensed in my physical body. Only in this way can we complete this paradox of cause and effect and completely hide Zhou Ping's existence."

"Since you've already made up your mind, go ahead... If you need anything, please contact me directly with the thread of karma."

Lin Qiye came here just to see this [established fruit] side, to see if he is as he expected, qualified to become a chess player... and Monk Fate's performance was even better than he expected.

"Don't forget, there is another person's karma, you haven't hidden it." Monk Fate reminded.

"That era is too close to the era I was in. In order to avoid the entanglement of cause and effect between the two me, I will seal my own cause and effect 50 years in advance, and fall into a deep sleep... He, I will leave it to you."

"Okay." Monk Fate nodded slightly, "After I leave this body to Zhou Ping, I will condense another one."

Seeing that Lin Qiye turned around and was about to leave, Monk Fate was silent for a moment, before speaking slowly:

"because."

Lin Qiye stopped and looked back.

"Human beings can't lose this game of chess, right?" Monk Fate clasped his hands together and asked in the snowstorm.

"That's natural." Lin Qiye said as a matter of course, "If even human beings don't exist, what's the need to continue this game of chess?"

Monk Fate stared at Lin Qiye for a long time, then nodded slightly:

"That's good."

After finishing his words, he turned around and walked towards the other side of the mountain, his cassock covered in mud was hidden in the wind and snow.

Seeing Monk Fate suddenly ask such a sentence, Lin Qiye was a little puzzled, but he still shook his head and walked down the mountain from the other side...