The first Buddha in history

This proposal was quickly agreed by everyone.

Anyway, if you continue to quarrel, there will be no results. It is better to have a showdown with chess skills, otherwise it is useless to choose a person with high cultivation but poor chess skills.Immortals still know how to play chess.Not only can he play, but anyone who is randomly drawn into the world is a chess master-level character.

Of course, this has nothing to do with talent, it's just because they live a long life.

With a certain method, these immortals showed amazing mobility, and the chessboard pieces and the method of assigning and calculating scores by opponents were immediately fixed.

Xie Zhenghong's opponent in the first round was a magician.

This demon cultivator has a good life, there is a kind of sickness between his brows, but the aura on his body is hard to get close to.

Xie Zhenghong secretly sized it up and didn't continue to observe. As long as the other party didn't provoke him, Xie Zhenghong didn't have the slightest opinion on what kind of person his opponent was.

"Please." The demon cultivator randomly grabbed a handful of chess pieces, handed them to Xie Zhenghong, and asked him to guess the pieces.

"one."

Moxiu spread out his hand, and the chess pieces inside were odd numbers.

In order to avoid cheating, these chess pieces and boards are made of materials that are isolated from consciousness, and there are immortal emperors watching from the side, which can ensure fairness to the greatest extent.

Xie Zhenghong smiled slightly, and made the first move.

The demon cultivator raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Xie Zhenghong in a little surprise, secretly thought that the other party was indeed a Buddhist cultivator, and this first subordinate was really ordinary.

Moxiu thought for a while, and followed suit.

As immortals, they naturally don't need long to think about playing chess. They can finish a game of chess in almost two to three quarters of an hour, and the efficiency is amazing.

The game of chess between Xie Zhenghong and the demon cultivator was naturally seen clearly by the immortal emperors outside the water mirror.

"Shenxiu's chess seems to be out of shape." An immortal emperor sighed.Compared with the menacing attack of the demon cultivator on the opposite side, Xie Zhenghong was almost passively defending, showing no signs of attack at all.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry." Venerable Restoration said with a smile, "Shenxiu won this game of chess."

"Oh?"

As soon as the Immortal Emperor finished speaking, the chess board in the water mirror began to change.

The sunspot held by Xie Zhenghong suddenly changed from the previous decline and began to show his sharpness.

Those sunspots who were originally scattered outside unexpectedly joined together after a few moves, and defeated the demon cultivator's white son.

The Moxiu's face paled instantly.

He didn't see the layout of the seemingly indifferent Buddhist cultivator in front of him?It seems that there is no mountain and dew, but the reality is dark and rough!

Chess is like life, is this the nature of this Buddhist cultivator?

The demon cultivator looked up at Xie Zhenghong, and found that there was no emotion on Xie Zhenghong's face.In other words, during the moment of playing chess with him, let alone changing postures, it felt like he didn't even change his breathing.

However, there was always a smile on the other side's face.

Looking at Xie Zhenghong like this, Moxiu felt a faint fear in his heart.It's not that he hasn't seen Buddha Cultivation, he has seen countless Bodhisattvas and Arhats, and even the Buddhist Cultivation that tends to suppress the way has never given him such a sense of danger.

I am like a small grass crawling in front of the world, no matter how much I grow, I can't escape the opponent's palm?

That Moxiu broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't put down the white piece in his hand, "I...I admit defeat."

"Concession." Xie Zhenghong clasped his hands together.

Moxiu smiled awkwardly, "It's because I'm not good at learning."

After exchanging pleasantries with Xie Zhenghong, the demon cultivator quickly left here as if his butt was on fire.He would rather go to play chess with those sword cultivators who like to rampage, and he doesn't want to play chess with Shenxiu Foxiu in front of him anymore.

"It's my turn."

The magic cultivator conceded in the middle game, and another immortal immediately made up for it.

The more games they played, the more victories they won, and the higher their ranking would be. In the end, the person who was the best at playing chess would be selected as the leader.

"Fellow Daoist, please." Xie Zhenghong said with a faint smile.

Compared with Xie Zhenghong's succession of victories, Wen Chunxiang's side was a little bit bitter.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, it's your turn." If the person in front of him was not a rare beauty who looked beautiful, he would have yelled at him a long time ago.

I've seen grumbles, but I've never seen such grumbles.

Wen Chunxiang's opponent was really tired. Originally, he was happy that his opponent was a spiritual practitioner, and his chess skills were not very high, so he was easy to deal with!I didn't expect that the opponent's chess skills were indeed not very good, but it happened to be horribly slow!

The person next door to them has already completed several games of chess, but the one game between him and Wen Chunxiang is not over yet.

"I'm going down here." Wen Chunxiang thought for a long time before dropping a white stone.

The immortal on the opposite side secretly resisted the urge to roll his eyes, glanced at the chessboard and dropped a sunspot.

The words that the quality of chess can be seen in character is against Wen Chunxiang, no matter how you look at it.

What Wen Chunxiang hates the most in his life is procrastination. What he wants to do today will definitely be done today, and will never be delayed until tomorrow.But when Wen Chunxiang played chess, it was completely different.

Perhaps it was when Wen Chunxiang just learned how to play chess, he saw those old men playing chess with the emperor in the palace, each of them played with trepidation. He wanted the emperor to win or lose at a very high level, so as not to make the emperor think that his chess skills were bad. Playing chess is naturally not fast enough for such a laborious job.In addition, the old master Shenxiu is also an elegant old monk, and he always plays chess slowly. Even when he was learning chess with Wen Chunxiang, he was surprisingly slow. If he didn't think clearly about the next step, he would never make a move easily of.

But even so, it can't make up for Wen Chunxiang's poor chess skills.

"Friend Daoist Wen, admit defeat, you are powerless." The immortal on the opposite side wiped off his sweat and finally said this sentence.

Wen Chunxiang stared at the chessboard in front of him, his own layout was dismantled in pieces, on the contrary, the opponent's big dragon was already ready to go, and a few more moves would kill him completely.

If he admits defeat so easily, is it still Wen Chunxiang?

"No." Wen Chunxiang gritted his teeth and said, "I'll think about it again."

"...I'll give you time for a stick of incense." Seeing Wen Chunxiang's appearance, the immortal opposite finally couldn't resist the temptation of beauty, and nodded with difficulty.

"Little monk, come and help!" Wen Chunxiang hurriedly transmitted his spiritual sense.

Don't look at his external performance that he will never admit defeat, but in fact Wen Chunxiang is still very self-aware of his chess playing level.He also went to bully and oppress mortals, and played chess with these immortals, his level was not enough.

But as a peony, a spiritual practitioner, you can't ask how proficient they are in chess.

It is rare for Wen Chunxiang to survive until now.

Emperor Ling almost had no face to meet the other fellow Taoists present.

The level of his chess-playing disciples in Lingxiu Tiangong is so bad, except for Wen Chunxiang, who is still struggling to support and refuses to admit defeat, the other disciples have already lost so much that they have lost all their fighting power.

It seems that after Sifangtian will go back, not only will he have to train the disciples in the palace well, but he also has to hire a chess master!

Xie Zhenghong was playing a game of chess, and the monk on the opposite side was already in a cold sweat, unable to break Xie Zhenghong's chess at all.

"Senior, what's the matter?" Xie Zhenghong replied.

"I'm about to lose this game, please help me see." Wen Chunxiang quickly passed the situation of the chessboard to Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong swept his consciousness and hesitated for a while, "Senior, are you Bai Zi?"

Wen Chunxiang coughed a couple of times, and did not say a word as a tacit consent.

"Senior, your chess is actually pretty good." Xie Zhenghong praised, "It's very stable, not at all impatient, very demeanor of a senior."

In other words, it is actually mediocre, without any skills.

Wen Chunxiang is not a three-year-old child, even if Xie Zhenghong praised his chess playing level against his will, he still knows what his chess skills are like.

"Little monk, how many games have you played?"

"Thirteen innings."

"So fast?" Wen Chunxiang was surprised.

"They conceded in the middle game." Xie Zhenghong replied.

Wen Chunxiang: ...

Could it be that their level of chess is really so bad?

Wen Chunxiang couldn't figure it out, obviously he also practiced his chess skills under the guidance of Song Qing before.

But Wen Chunxiang didn't even think about it. He was so innocent and deceitful back then, holding the chessboard to play against Song Qing. Song Qing is not hard-hearted, how could he use all his skills to play against him?In order to make Wen Chunxiang's loss less ugly and show "improvement", Song Qing spent a lot of thought, so that this little flower demon who had just transformed into one would not give up playing chess completely.

"Senior, it's not that you can't survive this game of chess, it just needs a little more time." Xie Zhenghong continued.

The entanglements in Wen Chunxiang's heart were immediately thrown out of the blue, "Hurry up, come and help me, I will do what you say."

As for cheating, as long as it is not discovered, it cannot be regarded as cheating!

Besides, he and the little monk are two Taoist couples, and it is only natural for Taoist couples to help each other.

As long as you have a thick skin, nothing is a problem.

Xie Zhenghong agreed without hesitation, without any intention of breaking the rules.

"Senior, you should play five out of four first, then six out of seven..."

Wen Chunxiang secretly responded, and immediately pinched a chess piece, placing it in the fifth and fourth place.

The monk on the opposite side noticed that the expression on Wen Chunxiang's face suddenly changed, and his whole person changed from his previous appearance, becoming aggressive.

Huh?

Do you want to fight to the death?

The monk looked at his chessboard again, and he was determined. Even if Wen Chunxiang was dying to resist, it would be useless. Anyway, his big dragon was about to take shape, and a few more moves would be a foregone conclusion.

The monk made a move immediately.

As soon as the chess pieces fell, Wen Chunxiang's move followed closely behind.

"Go down." Wen Chunxiang looked at the surprised opponent in front of him and urged, "Don't waste time."

The monk froze for a moment, and had to drop another son.

Wen Chunxiang's speed began to increase unbelievably, and the situation on the chessboard also underwent a subtle change.

After more than a dozen moves, the monk found that his big dragon not only failed to eat Wen Chunxiang's chess piece, but faintly collapsed and was about to be defeated, while Wen Chunxiang's chess piece suddenly came back to life and began to come back to life!

"...You!" The monk's eyes widened, "This is impossible!"

"Is there anything impossible?" Wen Chunxiang sat up straight, looked at the monk opposite him righteously and said, "Do you want to admit defeat?"

Could it be that this guy's previous poor level was just pretending?

Huge doubts arose in the monk's heart, but until now, his advantage is still obvious.Thinking of being confused by the spiritual practice in front of him, the monk wanted to slap himself.

Tell you to like beauty, look, you are at a disadvantage!

"Go on, I haven't lost yet!" The monk refused to admit defeat.

Wen Chunxiang tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and calmly settled down.

"Little monk, you are amazing!"

Xie Zhenghong heard the excited voice from Wen Chunxiang in his mind, and smiled slightly, but scared the chess player opposite to death.

Could it be that Xie Zhenghong is about to start using his ultimate move again?

"Senior, if you make another move next time, the opponent's big dragon will be defeated. At the end of the match, you should be able to win another one and a half."

"Yeah." Wen Chunxiang responded quickly.

With the help of Xie Zhenghong, Wen Chunxiang finally won more and more, and Lingdi's complexion became better and better.

Well... Anyway, it's not annihilated.

There was a little commotion on Wen Chunxiang's side, but on Xie Zhenghong's side, almost no one could be his enemy.

After such a long time, Xie Zhenghong has maintained a proud record in every game. His chess style, which seems to be untraceable and flat, but actually hides murderous intentions, accidentally hits the road really makes people grit their teeth!I thought I had the chance to win, but at the critical moment, a few pieces of Xie Zhenghong's chess pieces would always appear out of thin air, blocking their way.By the time they reacted, they were powerless and could only admit defeat in the middle of the game.

"Senior Brother Bi, this Shenxiu's chess skills are really good." Several monks who lost the game against Shenxiu horribly persuaded, "You are too anxious to play against him now, why don't you wait until the other monks have finished playing against Shenxiu. "This game of chess is sometimes related to luck. Some people play chess with a ridiculously high level but they lose to a person who is not very good at chess. Without him, it is just that the style of chess is just restrained.

"No need." Bi Hao waved his hand, "Nowadays there are not many people left who can play against Xie Zhenghong. Sooner or later we will have to play against each other."

Seeing that Bi Hao was determined to play against Shenxiu, the others had no choice but to push back their words of persuasion.

Bi Hao has observed Xie Zhenghong for a long time, and now he can finally observe what kind of person he is at a close distance, so he naturally refuses to let go of such an opportunity easily.

Among the new celestial beings, both Shenxiu and Wen Chunxiang can be said to have infinite scenery.It can be heard that behind Chunxiang there is a Heavenly Palace of Spiritual Cultivation, but Shenxiu has not joined a specific sect yet.Just looking at Shenxiu's black hair can prove that he has not really entered the Tao yet.

A long time ago, it is not that no Buddhist cultivators did this.

If you have not achieved the Dao, you will continue to suffer from three thousand troubles.

This black hair can not only remind and motivate oneself, but also a protective color of Buddhist practice.Buddha's bald head and scars can reveal too much information, and it is easy to be discovered when walking outside.But Xie Zhenghong is different, as long as he wants, he can pretend to be a monk of other orthodoxy at any time.

"Fellow Taoist Shenxiu." Bi Hao sat directly opposite Xie Zhenghong, "I've heard you famous for a long time."

Xie Zhenghong raised his head and said "Amitabha", "Fellow Daoist Bi's name is like thunder."

Bi Hao smiled slightly, "Please, Zen Master."

On the other side, an unexpected guest sat in front of Wen Chunxiang.

"Wu Zhi has seen Fellow Daoist Wen, please be merciful." Wu Zhi looked at Wen Chunxiang and said.

Wen Chunxiang felt that his aversion to baldness was about to start attacking again!

After all, Bi Hao is different from other monks, and his level of playing chess is much higher than that of his previous opponents. Even Xie Zhenghong couldn't concentrate on playing chess with Bi Hao as before.

Wen Chunxiang seemed to know that Xie Zhenghong was inconvenient at this time, so he never asked for help outside the court, but picked up the chess pieces by himself, and dealt with the bald man in front of him that he didn't like.

Wen Chunxiang knew that his level was not enough, but it didn't prevent him from finding ways to disgust the opponent.

Back then, he followed old monk Shenxiu and Song Qing, and saw them play countless exquisite chess games. He might not be able to win endlessly, but it didn't prevent him from copying those chessboards in his memory, and playing them according to the chessboards. This goes on and on.

how to say……

This kind of play is actually very restrictive, and no one can guarantee that other people's moves are the same as the chessboard you know.

But Wu Zhi is a smart man, not only smart, but also very good at playing chess.

The more you do this, the easier it is.

The way of thinking of smart people, especially the way of thinking of smart monks, is actually very similar in many cases.Although Wen Chunxiang was unwilling to admit that the bald monk in front of him had superb chess skills, he also understood that the opponent's chess skills were not something he could beat at his level.

But if you don't like it, you just don't like it, and there's no good reason to say it.

Wen Chunxiang is the best at deceiving people, as long as he puts on a straight face, shows momentum, and plays chess according to Song Qing's moves in his memory, he can easily fool others.

In the beginning, Wuzhi was really fooled by Wen Chunxiang, and fell into confusion for a while.

But soon, Wuzhi discovered that Wen Chunxiang didn't care where he played at all, but was concentrating on arranging the chessboard.

Wuzhi thought it was funny, but he was curious to know what kind of chessboard Wen Chunxiang would set up, so he simply followed Wen Chunxiang.He simply handed his own chess pieces to Wen Chunxiang and let him do whatever he wants.

Anyway, the rules didn't say not to do this, and Wuzhi had no intention of competing for the position of the chess player, so he simply let Wen Chunxiang play by himself.

Wen Chunxiang looked at Wu Wu for more than one look, took the opponent's chess piece in his hand without any politeness, and laid it out step by step.

Inexplicably, Wu Zhi felt that such a Wen Chunxiang was also quite cute.

Obviously the aura on his body is very scary, but there is a Buddha aura on his body, and his eyes are surprisingly bright.When looking at Shenxiu, she is like a star in the sky, as if there is only one Shenxiu in the world.

Wuzhi has been in Buddhism for many years, and he is also a powerful disciple, so he is full of curiosity about Shenxiu.Such a sudden birth of a Buddhist genius will naturally attract the attention of all parties, but Shenxiu leaves every time the Buddhist meeting is over, does not make any friends, and never talks about his own affairs in exchanges and discussions, full of mystery.When Wuzhi saw Shenxiu outside the Chongyang Hall, he found that this Buddhist cultivator was very similar to what those senior brothers said.

In the eyes of this Buddhist cultivator named Shenxiu, everything seems to be the same.

It is extremely transparent, and one can tell at a glance that it is a good seedling for Buddha cultivation.

The only flaw is probably the black hair that is hard to ignore.

The first moment Wu Zhi saw Shenxiu, he also admitted that this Shenxiu deserved its reputation.It's just that this feeling didn't last long, when he saw Shenxiu turn her head and talk softly to this Lingxiu named Wen Chunxiang in front of him.

In an instant, Wuzhi seemed to see a high-ranking god falling into the mortal world on his own initiative.

Could it be that this spiritual practice named Wen Chunxiang is so important to Shenxiu?

With such doubts, Wuzhi sat in front of Wen Chunxiang, wanting to see what kind of person could make the rumored indifferent Shenxiu, who was almost like a Buddha statue, look like that?

Seeing Wen Chunxiang laying out the chessboard rigidly, Wuzhi felt that maybe he could understand a little bit.

After Wen Chunxiang laid out the game of chess in his memory, endless thoughts came back.

Both sides of the chess game in front of them are very powerful.

Both sunspots and whites showed a peaceful atmosphere.

However, under this peaceful atmosphere, there is a hidden murderous intent, which can affect the whole body, making people dazzled.

"Is the chess player a Buddhist?" Wu Zhi asked.

"Yes." Wen Chunxiang nodded.

"Is it Shenxiu?"

"I don't know." Wen Chunxiang replied.

No more questions.

He looked at the chessboard for a long time, but still couldn't think of a way to break the game, "The poor monk is not as good as this black man."

When Wen Chunxiang heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Of course."

Before Wuzhi could continue talking, Wen Chunxiang got up and stood up, "I admit defeat in this game of chess. I'm not in the mood to play with you guys any longer." With a bad breath, he left arrogantly.

As if he was the one who won.

Lingdi straightened his chest and nodded outside the water mirror.

"Yes, this is the demeanor of my spiritual practice in Tiangong, if you lose, you won't lose!"

The chess game between Wen Chunxiang's camps had come to an end, and Wen Chunxiang voluntarily conceded defeat. It was reasonable to go to the other side to watch Xie Zhenghong's game, there was nothing wrong with it.

As soon as he entered, he found that the chess game between Xie Zhenghong and Bi Hao was surrounded by countless immortals.

The eyes of those immortals were all bright, as if there were some treasures in front of them.

Wen Chunxiang managed to squeeze in, and only after seeing Xie Zhenghong and Bi Hao inside did he know why.

These two people were just playing chess, but they actually added their own Dao to the chessboard. Rather than talking about playing chess, it would be better to say that they were discussing Dao!

The chessboard of these two people is directly above the sky, and two sides have evolved, one black and one white. world!

Such power, such a game, wouldn't it be shocking?

Xie Zhenghong still looked so indifferent, but Bi Hao already seemed to be exhausted.

Everyone watching this chess game was even more fascinated. They were both moved by the profound morality of these two people, and couldn't help but secretly pity their own cultivation.

To be able to evolve such a phenomenon in such a game of chess, it can be seen that their strength has exceeded their imagination!

As Xie Zhenghong's last piece fell, Bi Hao finally couldn't hold on anymore, and the atmosphere of his chess piece also shattered, turned into a little starlight, and fell on the chessboard again. In a blink of an eye, the chess piece was wiped out without leaving any trace .

"I lost." Bi Hao clasped his fists at Xie Zhenghong and said sternly, "Master Shenxiu is very skilled in chess, and Zen master should pay more attention to this game of chess."

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The Buddha escaped again.

It seems that after coming to the nut world, he is always running away!

Fozi sighed silently, he didn't want to have too much involvement with the lotus seed tremella clan, after all, he was still pine nut.

After seeing such an experience, the Buddha thought he had gained a lot, so he went back the same way and looked for the pine cone where he lived.

What Fozi didn't know was that his 98 brothers were all overwhelmed by his affairs!

These 98 pine nuts have found their own good owners, and they are living a very good life.But a few days ago, their master came over with a complicated expression and asked them about Brother 99.

It turned out that the monk Da Neng who had spoken disrespectfully to the Buddha at the beginning failed inexplicably to attack him a few days ago, and disappeared in ashes.

It is common to fail in impact, but the failure of this monk is particularly unlucky.

You know, for this sprint, he has prepared countless treasures of heaven and earth, and there are many powerful guards beside him. Even if the sprint is unsuccessful, at most he will lose a few levels of cultivation, and he will make up for it in a few years Nothing at all.

But even with such a thorough arrangement, he was still dead, not a single scum was left, and it was too late for those powerful people to protect him, which was full of weird meanings.

Such a sudden death reminds me of the verdict made under the No. 90 nine pine nuts in the Nut World.

How long has it been since he died, is he really dead?

Could it be that this pine nut has some special talent?

In this way, these monks will naturally ask their own pine nuts. While wanting to inquire about some news, they also tell their contracted pine nuts out of friendship, your 99th brother is too capable, hurry up, I can't hide it for long.

The news spread more and more widely in the three thousand worlds, and soon all the monks in the cultivation world knew that there was a magical pine nut in the Nut World that could predict the past and the future, so they rushed towards the Nut World vigorously.