The flying geese are vast and the green grass is separated.

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The sky is as blue as clear as a pure crystal sealed with a dark blue flame, so blue that it makes people sad.

It seemed as if the next moment, this extremely pure crystal would make a few crisp sounds, sprinkling the cold and cold flames of ice blue, and in an instant it would turn into a slight ice fog, filling the sky, in the endless greenery.

A few wisps of flowing clouds slid across the sky, as if they were nostalgic for the blue sky and the green earth, so they wandered and wandered in the distant sky for a long time, like a lost child, looking for a way home.

If someone could reflect into the blue sky, he might be able to see that two people were sitting incredibly above the illusory white clouds, a young scholar and a white-bearded old monk.

At this time, both of them lowered their heads and looked at a purple chessboard floating in front of them.

The chessboard is made of unknown things, emitting a hazy purple light. There is no other decoration except for the nineteen lines of white unknown materials that are used to carve out. The chessboard is filled with black and white chess pieces. Judging from the current situation, the chessboard has an absolute advantage. A big dragon surrounding the chess piece seems to be able to use the dragon-slaying method to win the game.

But the white-bearded old monk frowned, without any joy on his face. He raised the chess piece between his fingers and put it down. After repeated several times, he still couldn't make a move. He kept counting the rosary beads in his left hand, as if there were some powerful means hidden in this big dragon that was about to be destroyed. He would fight back at the moment of being destroyed, completely shattering the seemingly real but actually illusory victory.

After a long time, the old monk stopped counting the rosary, put the chess piece in his hand back into the chess box, shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha, a good method for donors. This move is 'good luck and misfortune', which is a profound understanding of the creation."

The chess pieces on the chessboard are clearly black and white, with dog teeth intertwined, and the black pieces occupy the triangles on both sides. In terms of meteorological numbers alone, they can be about one-third of the chessboard. The black dragon in the middle also occupies nearly one-third of the chessboard. Although it is in danger, it still struggles to escape, forcing Bai Zi to rush forward and back, leaving countless breakpoints in the middle.

Just when he saw that he could surround the huge black dragon with just one stroke, the old monk suddenly realized that under the seemingly great situation, there was actually a very serious crisis hidden.

Because the area occupied by the black dragon is too large, the space left after being killed is still enough for the blackzi to make another layout and move to echo the corner positions that have been extremely consolidated.

"Hahaha, no matter where, the master just thought about it and failed to do his best, so he was lucky to be taken advantage of by the way." The old monk shook the folding fan in his hand to the young scholar in his hand and said with a smile.

"Misfortune is where good fortune depends, and good fortune is where bad fortune lies." The old monk also stretched his eyebrows and sighed with a smile, "Maybe I have discovered this a trap for a long time, but unfortunately, I was greedy at that time, so I was willing to give up the benefits that I had already been at hand. I always thought that even if there was something wrong, I could handle it. But I knew that it was because of such greed that I ended up now."

"Master is attached to the appearance. What you have in your words is not just a greed? I'm afraid that just after you suppress greed, you have thoughts and anger arise on the other end?" The young scholar closed his folding fan and tapped his hand a few times, "What's more, what's the problem you mentioned, how many people can understand it if you are not in our realm? The vast number of sentient beings and billions of monks in this world are staring at the distance, and the seductive illusion, one after another, is making fire-fighting moths?"

The old monk showed a sad look on his face, put his palms together, and said softly: "What the donor said is."

"What's more, we are just tired of it. But after all, we have stood on the top of that mountain, touched the traces of the great way, and experienced the magic of creation. Compared to those fellow practitioners who had already turned into dust on the road, we are so lucky that they are countless." The scholar stood up and said loudly, and walked back and forth for a few steps. The shape of the white clouds under his feet was changing, which was very magical.

But the old monk stopped talking, reached out to pick up a chess piece and placed it on the last breath of the black-piece dragon, announcing that the entire dragon had been slaughtered. The black chess piece suddenly dispersed like clouds and mist, drifting over the chess box that housed the chess pieces, turning into chess pieces and falling into them again.

"Eternal life, immortality! The eternity in the eyes of this world, the great way in the eyes of monks, is it for that in the end?" The scholar did not look back, but still looked at the horizon and said slowly, "We all voluntarily swallow this seemingly attractive fruit, why bother to blame the heavens and others?"

The old monk looked at the empty chessboard, and his face showed an inexplicable expression of sadness and joy, and finally turned into a faint smile, and exclaimed softly: "The great way is ruthless, and the creation is beautiful. There is a universe between willingness. It seems that the Wood Donor has already understood it before he can break the boundary!"

"That's it!"

The scholar nodded slightly, his voice like a gentle wind, winding towards the distance, dissipating without trace.

The sky is still blue and white clouds are still floating, without any change.

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The three realms of fog are covered with clouds and spiritual peaks.

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A bitter wind blew by, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and huge peaks appeared and faintly appeared, like giants in ancient myths and legends, holding five huge towers of different colors on the clouds.

Between the winding corridors, most of the huge pavilions built with carved railings and jade are hidden in the ethereal sea of ​​clouds, like giant Kunpeng beasts swaying upwards, stretching their wings like clouds hanging from the sky, flying above the nine heavens. Between the distant sky, clouds occasionally disperse, and under the sunlight, even larger cities, like wild beasts, lying on the vast plains.

The five pavilions are arranged in five directions, surrounding a slightly lower mountain. The low peaks are just in the clouds, surrounded by clouds and mist, and it is difficult to see the specific appearance clearly. Only when the clouds and mist are blown away by the strong wind can you vaguely see pine, cypress, green bamboo and some unknown flowers and plants on the mountain. Occasionally, some beautiful birds fly above the pine, cypress, or strange little beasts run between flowers.

On a cliff platform near the top of the mountain, there is a square thatched hut. The hut is very ordinary. If it weren't for the whole verdant green, it might be no different from some rural rooms.

At this time, a sound of piano sounds sometimes high and sometimes low is coming from the thatched hut. It is clear and melodious when it is low, like a clear spring in the mountains, and like a woman in longing, leaning against the window and sighing lightly, making people indulge in it; it is low and sharp when it is high, like a bitter wind blowing between the clouds, or like a peerless swordsman, who brushes his sleeves and draws his sword straight ahead, making people feel frightened.

The sound of the piano lasted for a long time, and suddenly a "clang" sounded, as if the strings were broken.

A moment later, an extremely simple sword flew out of the hut, silently slashed through the void, and instantly appeared thousands of miles away, staying on a golden palace standing on the top of the mountains, like a gold-castinged gold.

A messy and grand bell sounded from the golden palace, and various colors of light flew around and finally gathered in front of the golden palace. A black and red mist suddenly rose above the hall, and it spread out in an instant, forming a translucent black-red shield, faintly covering the sky above the Golden Palace.

Soon, a delicate figure in black flew out of the Golden Hall and slowly rose into the air. Facing the long sword exuding a sharp aura, a heartbroken look appeared in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time.

With a "buzzing" sound, the long sword vibrated slightly, and layers of invisible ripples rippled, hitting the black and red shield, making a slight roar. The shield was like beautiful foam blown by the strong wind, changing shapes from left to right, as if it was about to break the next moment.

"Why? Why are you just unwilling to take a look at the Three Lives Stone?" Black-clothed figure looked as the protection formation was about to be destroyed. She couldn't help but shout in anxiety. Her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, which was unbearable to hear it.

The sword was unmoved and made another light sound. The invisible ripples rippled even more violently, hitting the translucent black and red shield again. The shield twisted violently for a few times, and finally made a huge roar, turning into strands of black and red mist, escaping into the mountains.

"Okay, okay, since you believe that I harmed her, I will pay her life to her, right?" The figure in black murmured to himself and slowly floated towards the long sword.

The sword seemed unwilling to kill the woman, and kept trembling and retreating. When it was about to sink into the void again, a ray of green light suddenly flew out from the golden hall, hitting the sword like lightning.

In an instant, amid the melodious and beautiful sound of gold and jade collision, the void shattered, and countless space cracks flashed faintly, like huge eyes peeking at the entire world; and like huge demonic mouths, everything that can be devoured around the devourer.

"Senior Sister, you..." Before she could speak, the figure in black was swallowed by the sweeping space cracks and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

What disappeared together was the simple sword and the emerald green light.

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On the Three Lives Stone, moss grows everywhere.

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The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars change, and the wasteland seems to be unchanged.

The surging river water rushed from nowhere, roaring out of the vast mountains, winding through a vast plain, and finally disappeared into the mountains.

On the endless fields, a few tall and thin unknown trees are sparsely growing. There are often some low bushes growing nearby, surrounding tall and thin trees like stars arching the moon.

But more of the fields are yellow-green thatched as high as the waist of a human.

The setting sun sets, like a beauty in the twilight, looking at the vast earth sadly, sprinkling the last afterglow.

The dusk seemed to be a little impatient and began to poke his head in the distant horizon, as if mocking the beauty's sorrow and helplessness, fantasizing about everything he was about to have.

"Previous life? Next life? Previous life, Next life..."

A young man in a blue shirt, with a lonely face, was standing in the vast wilderness, silently looking at the blood-red crack in the distance in the sky, repeating a few words constantly.

After a long time, the boy began to move his legs and walked slowly forward, muttering to himself as he walked: "Ruoxue, are you still alive? I didn't see your next life in the Three Life Stone. But Ala has passed away, why can't I see her next life? Why is that?"

As the breeze blew, the thatched grass in the wasteland that was as high as the waist of a man was undulating like yellow-green waves.

The boy gradually drifted away, his figure looming among the waves, and eventually disappeared.
Chapter completed!