The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 134: Cao Guanzi

The moon is scarce, and the snoring noise in the small hut at the foot of the two Buddhist temples on the dark side is loud, but it is a shameless young woman who is so indecent. The bald monk kicked off the bed, the poor monk sat on the ground in a daze, got up and put on a plain white robe, walked out of the house, and two small rooms were separated by wooden boards next door. The white monk crept to his daughter's room. Cover her with a blanket. This Nizi sleeps exactly like her mother, restless. When I came to the apprentice's room again, I saw that this little idiot had a good dream almost every now and then. I guessed it was a dream where he went crazy with things, and just laughed. The shabby small room was neatly decorated, and the shoes and socks of the two women in the family were always littered. These stupid things are different from the north to the south. All the items and furnishings are always meticulous, just like he lectured to the monks of the Hui generation in the temple.

The white-clothed monk walked out of the hut alone and came to the Thousand-Buddha Hall. The wall was painted with King Kong Arhat Boxing, which was lifelike. The ground was bumpy and there were a total of one hundred and twenty-eight small pits of footprints. Rumor has it that this is the two Buddhist temples. One of the most powerful magic powers, if anyone can face the wall and watch the fist and take 108 steps to the right, he can firmly rank among the top three martial arts in the world. The reason why this hall is called the Hall of Thousand Buddhas is that the two Buddhist temples sculpt Buddhas once a year. So far, there have been thousands of Buddha statues. Standing at the gate of the temple, all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the ten directions are the same, which is more magnificent and magnificent than the three-faced boxing. The first ancestors of the two temples once left Buddhist words. Everyone who enters the hall and who sees, hears and perceives will be liberated from Bodhi. The seed.

A couplet couplet hung in the hall: It has been three thousand years since the lotus was born step by step, and the hall was rebuilt for the Arhats. After the eighty-one difficulties, I would like to teach the Fa Hua for the twenty-eight ranks of all students.

It was just that the monks in white clothes returned from the extreme west to Tai'an City and then back to the Liangchan Temple. Only a statue of Arhat was carved. That year, the little monk was brought back to the mountain from north to south.

The white-clothed monk looked up at the moonlit thousand Buddha statue after opening the door and sighed.

The young monk Wu Nanbei did not know when he appeared behind the white-clothed monk, and said anxiously: "Master, tomorrow my wife is going down the mountain again?"

The white-clothed monk acknowledged his fate and said: "Go, go, anyway, there are not a few coins left in the bowl."

The stupid north and south are old-fashioned Hengqiu sighed: "After going down the mountain a few times, I will only pick the expensive powder with my wife at this moment. What can I do in the future?"

"Why did you wake up?"

"I just dreamed of holding hands with things, but she knocked me a chestnut and woke up, alas. Hey, why did you beat me, Master?"

"What else did you do besides holding hands?"

"No, just hold hands, what else can I do?"

"Really not? The monks don't talk about it, so many Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the Thousand Buddhas Hall are looking at you!"

"Uh, besides holding my hand, I also told things that I like her..."

"No wonder you will be beaten."

"Master, the old abbot said that you are the reincarnation of Arhat's third Wushou Arhat. The Buddhist scriptures say that this Bodhisattva has no delusions and troubles. Why do you always get a bitter face by your teacher and things?" /

"The host also said that you are the last disciple of the Buddha, Venerable Subathara. You received the admonitions when the Buddha entered the extinction of Nirvana and obtained the bodhisattva fruit. It sounds great, but I didn’t see you with wisdom, knowledge and knowledge. Obstructing the argument? Not talking about the temple and the foot of the mountain, but we have only four people in the hut. Who have you quarreled with?"

"Hey, the old abbot likes to say nice things to everyone. It's really not nice to be praised."

"Master, would you like to teach me to play chess?"

"Why do you want to learn chess?"

"The thing begged the teacher at the foot of the mountain to buy two boxes of chess pieces, but the teacher couldn't play. The thing said that he couldn't play with you, so you can only play with me."

"My girl is the smartest in the world, but this is a game of chess. She is not so amazing in her comprehension. Maybe she can't beat you. Then the master's copper plate will be wasted again."

"It doesn't matter, I let her chant."

"Idiot! How many rounds of chess can you make?"

"For the rest of my life, anyway, wait until I become a relic. It's actually not a few decades."

"Well, Master hasn't touched a chess piece in some years. Go get the chess box."

"Now? How dare I go to the stuff room or be beaten to death, and I dare not run. What if I run into the forest of steles like before, and things can’t be found for me? At that time, only half a bowl was served."

"Although tens of thousands of people are coming to the place of Tao, I don't understand this truth? What kind of Buddhas are still being cultivated."

"Master, isn't this a warning quote from a Confucian saint under the mountain?"

"Is that so?"

"It is true! Alas, I used to hear from the monastery abbots that you are very good at preaching at the Lotus Terrace once every ten years. Even those scholars and Taoist scholars admire it. It seems to be bragging. Master. , Did you give them a copper plate in private?"

"Fart! Isn't the master's private money all your master staring at?"

"The pottery basin at the back of the house under the "Twenty Grades of Dragon Gate" stele, didn't you just let me bury it two days ago?"

"Ha, north and south, the moonlight is good today. You are waiting here, Master will go get the chess box."

"..."

After a while, the white-clothed monk took two boxes of chess pieces and a rough chess block made by the little monk cutting down trees. The two masters and disciples sat on the ground in the Thousand-Buddha Hall, and the white-clothed monk turned over the crooked chess block. I cast a blank eye and discarded it. Instead, I used my fingers to carve out 17 vertical and horizontal paths on the floor. The floor of the temple is carefully paved with special materials of stone. The world calls it "the mirror surface of the King Kong". No trace was ever cut off, so the one hundred and eight clear footprints showed exceptionally the power of the Holy Spirit. The young monk Wu Nanbei was not surprised at Master’s finger-drawing, but he cried and said: "Master, it’s okay for the master, the other abbots must tell me about the Dharma for a few days and nights."

The white-clothed monk said indifferently: "Let them talk about it."

The little monk said in grief and angrily: "But they are not willing to talk to you, Master, so they just catch me and let me go!"

Talking is the unique mantra of the weird family of four in this temple.

The white-clothed monk turned a deaf ear, glanced at the nineteen chess piers, gave a sigh of thought, clapped his hands and laughed: "Wonderful, but unfortunately no alcohol. Back then, the master drew two draws with an old hooligan. They were fifteen pieces and seventeen pieces respectively. He exasperatedly said that if it was nineteen pieces, Master, I would not be his opponent. However, depending on the situation at the time, this gangster was not willing to be the first to propose a nineteen pieces chessboard, stupid north and south, but Do you know who created it?"

"It seems to be Xu Fengnian’s second sister, Xu Weixiong, the name is magnificent. I have been envious of things for a long time, and I complained that you didn’t care about choosing the name back then. Oh, in fact, I think the name of things sounds nice. , I just don’t dare to tell things."

"It's Xu Fengnian again as a bastard! Master has to write down his kitchen knives on the ledger when he gets back!"

"Master, you keep the knife every day now. Xu Fengnian really wants to come to the temple. What should I do? Should I help things or you, Master?"

"What did you say?"

"Help Master first, then help things later."

"North and South, Master really didn't see it before. You are not stupid."

"It's not!"

"Are you stupid or stupid, when you are not stupid, things will really dislike you."

"Huh? Master, don't scare me, I will not sleep at night! I won't have the energy to cook for you tomorrow."

"In this case, you have never said this as a master."

"Master, I don't want to learn chess anymore, I want to go to the east and west rooms to recite sutras."

"Stupid Nanbei, Master tells you that chanting is useless. The scriptures and the Thousand Buddhas Hall and thousands of Buddhas are dead objects. If you can recite the relics just by reciting the scriptures, the presiding officer would have burned tens of thousands. Let’s not say. This, teach you to play chess."

The white-clothed monk only briefly recounted the rules of Go. In the first game, the six players, the master and the disciple were all lost. The fool Xiao Nanbei naturally lost. In the second game, the five sons and the little monk still lost. In the third game, the four sons and the little monk lost three in a row.

The white-clothed monk frowned and said, "North and South, this is no good. How can you give something to a game tomorrow so that she can't see that you are doing a game?"

The solemn monk nodded and said, "Master, I will play chess more carefully."

In the fourth game, only three pieces were allowed. According to common sense, the white-clothed monk gave fewer pieces and did not deliberately release the water to make the move. Naturally, the chess game of the little monk is getting more and more ugly. The monk's situation is gradually improving.

In the fifth game, the white-clothed monk glanced at the sky and said: "This game won't give way. Even if you win one hundred and sixty hands, you can go to play chess with something tomorrow."

Stupid Nanbei nodded vigorously. Just about to take the white step, I accidentally saw an ant running around in the cassock. The little monk smiled and gently stretched out the **** that were still holding the chess pieces, letting The little ant climbed onto the hand and placed it on the ground. When it traveled far away, it settled on the diamond mirror crisply.

In this round, after all, the little monk held it for more than one hundred and seventy hands.

The monk in white did not go down again, and smiled: "Are you asleep now?"

The little monk touched his bald head and said happily: "Okay!"

The white-clothed monk waved his hand and said: "Go, all the chess pier and chess boxes are left."

The little monk let out a cry, got up and left the Thousand Buddha Hall.

The white-clothed monk sitting cross-legged and waiting for his apprentice walked away, about to return to the hut, and then he was holding his cheek in one hand and leaning over to stare at the chess game.

The white-clothed monk stretched his waist and said softly, "Cao Changqing, he is still so patient. No wonder he is called Cao Guanzi."

Apart from his words, the hall is still silent.

The white-clothed monk stretched out his hand and grabbed it. A dozen white chess pieces on the ground suddenly hung in the air. With a light brush, the chess pieces shot to one side like a shower.

Later, an elegant man dressed as a scholar in a blue shirt appeared leisurely in the hall, holding the sixteen chess pieces in his hand, and one piece popped up every step of the row. No signs of the pieces were visible in the air. In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed monk lay on his robes. Fifteen pieces were stuck. The unscrupulous monk who drank and ate meat, married a wife and gave birth to a daughter remained unmoved, but the sculptures of thousands of Buddhas in the hall shook together, as if they had been invaded by a giant barrier from the devil, especially the several King Kong Bodhisattvas. The Arhat statue is particularly shocking when it swings back and forth. It must be the fifteen chess pieces that hit the white-clothed monk's robes. Each chess piece brings a violent agitation of the Qi machine ripples, and it attracts such a vision.

The handsome middle-aged scribe only had the last chess piece left in his hand, and smiled: "Sure enough, no one in the world can break your Diamond Realm."

I don't see how the white monk moved, the fifteen whites fell from the robes, and then were given spirituality and quickly rolled back to the original position of the chess board on the diamond mirror.

The white-clothed monk said plainly: "Cao Guanzi's fifteen fingers are only mysterious, how about you try it out of the celestial state?"

The slender scribe smiled, gently threw the chess piece in his hand to the ground, and jumped forward a few times, just like the fifteen sons, returning to the original position obediently, shook his head and said: "Don’t try. Qi Xuanjian, the first person from Beimang in the first battle, came south and arrived at Liangchan Temple. The difference didn’t hurt you a bit. It’s just that you stepped on the ground with one hundred and eight diamond seals. But I’m very strange. , You fight with people is a tie, why do you still like a tie when you play chess? Huang Longshi first killed more than three hundred monks in your game, and one person was a son. Forty-three people died in this game. Fortunately, you were tied. Later, when the Spring and Autumn National War ended, Huang Longshi forced you to play again, but he used hundreds of Buddhist temples in the world as a chess piece. One loser would destroy one, and one win would allow the Liyang Dynasty to build one more. Why? Are you still a tie? After I watched the game, you did not win much in the first game. In the second game, it is clear that you are expected to win the Huang Longshi."

The white-clothed monk raised his head and glanced at the famous Cao Guanzi. Similar to himself, this guy also personally played chess with Huanglongshi. It is said that the two of them were talking about the Guanzi stage. Compared with those court officials, Cao Guanzi Of course, the national players have to be more than one-and-a-half, but facing the immortal figures in the eyes of the world, the white-clothed monk is still Bubo Gujing, and said flatly: "If I say I am in a hurry to go home to cook for my wife, do you believe it?" /

When Cao Guanzi heard this rare joke in the world, he didn't laugh much. He sighed and said with regret: "Now that I have a daughter, I am even more impatient to accompany me to the end. It seems that I have no chance to play chess with you. ."

The white-clothed monk sneered and said: "Whoever is willing to play chess with you, a game of chess can be played for several months and several years."

Cao Guanzi, whose real name is Cao Changqing has long been unknown, sat across from the monk in white. He glanced at the chess game that was already familiar to his heart, and smiled: "You disciple, you are really amazing. You deserve to be regarded by Buddhism as the final tribulation. Where the hope is."

The white-clothed monk calmly said: "Cao Changqing, my temper is not as good as you think."

"You are willing to play chess with me, and I don't want to fight with you. Here, I found good wine for you in the palace."

Cao Guanzi took off the hip flask around his waist and threw it to the monk in white. Then he twisted a white child with his left hand and gently dropped the child, seeming to know that the monk in white clothes would not play against him. With his right hand he picked up the black child and fell on the ground, forming a scene of self-entertainment, and said: "Don't worry, I I would rather compete with Deng Tai'a's peach blossom branch, and will not have anything to do with you. The world only knows that your King Kong is undefeated, but I know that your King Kong is furious and fearful."

The white-clothed monk took a sip of wine and frowned and asked, "The Korean cat didn't leave you behind?"

Cao Guanzi played chess on the left and right, shook his head and said: "This trip happened to be missed."

The white-clothed monk wiped his mouth and asked: "You down-and-out Xichu scholar, are you still thinking about finding the lucky little princess and returning to the country?"

Cao Guanzi looked lonely and said: "Why don't you want to. It is said that she and the emperor were martyred together, but I never believe that the little princess will die. Xichu dragon spirit is still there, and Qin Tianjian dare not admit it."

The white-clothed monk raised his head and drank a sip of wine, "Cao Changqing, are you here for my new calendar? The Liyang Dynasty followed the old calendar. It was originally carried by the heavens, but after the eight kingdoms were annexed, it was obviously out of date. The Qin Tianjian was busy. This, I’m on and off here, and I’m not too anxious. Do you want to move some hands and feet? Give your subjugated little princess a ray of vitality to rejuvenate the country?"

Cao Guanzi stood up suddenly, tumbled to the end, and refused to straighten his waist for a long time.

The white-clothed monk sighed: "Cao Changqing, you really don't know that this is an act of usurping your fate? You don't know the fate of Master Ren Tian on Longhu Mountain?"

The official Cao, who has been the leader of the world almost in one fell swoop for twenty years, has no arrogance to lose anyone, but still has no straight waist.

The white-clothed monk hesitated and said in a deep voice: "It's not that I don't help, but the general trend. The old Western Chu simply can't do anything. What if there is an old lady and teacher Sun Xiji who can cooperate with the outside? Really all the people in the world are fools waiting to die. Xu Xiao, Gu Jiantang did not die, and the six great vassals did not die. Now add Zhang Julu, and the one in the palace, Cao Changqing ah Cao Changqing. The saints only said that they would turn the tide, but the turmoil was over and the overall situation was settled. You What can you do? Not to mention you, or even Qi Xuanjian and other immortals are useless!"

Cao Guanzi straightened up, stunned and speechless, with a bleak expression on his face.

Outside the Temple of Thousand Buddhas, thunder and lightning flashed, and soon it rained heavily.

The white-clothed monk looked down at Cao Guanzi's Baizi instead of his apprentice, and decidedly ignored. Where is Cao Guanzi's impervious official? For a while, he sighed a little bit of grief, "It's fine, this pot of wine is good wine. I can only guarantee that this little princess Xichu will not die. I can't help the rest. Give you a pot of wine."

Cao Guanzi said again, turned around and walked into the heavy rain.

This is where thousands of people are going.

The Confucian pride lasts forever.

The monk in white clothes is still a bit sentimental even though he is in the Shamen.

The little monk, who was awakened by thunder when he was about to fall asleep, hurriedly held up an oil-paper umbrella and ran over, and saw that there was a pot of wine in Master’s hand~IndoMTL.com~ and then thought of the middle-aged scholar who had just walked out of the Thousand Buddha Temple. I wondered and asked: "Master, did Mr. Shushu give you this wine?"

The white monk nodded.

Bun Nanbei put away the umbrella and grinned: "I held a hand and took one. I just ran into this gentleman and borrowed one from him."

The white-clothed monk glared: "What do you borrow from him? Only in the year of the ox and the horse and the moon can you return it! An umbrella, but a lot of copper!"

The little monk said: "What should I do? I lecture in the monastery, and the host does not give me copper coins. If you ask things about it tomorrow, it will be bad."

The white-clothed monk said helplessly: "Forget it, just say I'm ready to buy wine."

The little monk gratefully shouted: "Master!"

The monk in white clothes rolled his eyes and said: "Master is going to the Buddhist scripture pavilion in the monastery, hiding from your teacher, you can go to sleep."

The little monk said anxiously: "Master, should I tell the truth to my wife?"

The white-clothed monk stood up and knocked a chestnut on the forehead of this stupid apprentice, "Stupid!"

The little monk smiled brightly.

The white-clothed monk taught in earnest: "North and South, if the teacher is angry tomorrow, the best thing for you is to eat less and work more, but your teacher is in a bad mood and doesn't always like to go to the mountain to buy something for a year and not wear it. The clothes that have been worn several times are all the hard-earned money of the master."

The little monk suddenly realized.

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Go, go to sleep."

The little monk hummed and said: "Things are afraid of thunder, I will go outside the door to recite the scriptures to her."

The white-clothed monk touched his bald head, this apprentice.

Standing at the gate of the Thousand Buddhas Hall, I saw the stupid Nanbei running in the mud and ignored the rain. The white-clothed monk whispered: "Stupid Nanbei, you have a Zen, and you can live up to it." My QT room opened. NS! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter