Du Bai was silent for a while, then he walked towards the stone table and sat down, staring at the young monk in front of him.

You can keenly detect that although the other person's face is too young and very flawless, it is like a wealthy young man who has just seen through the world and chose to become a monk, but his temperament is as calm as an old man. The light in his eyes as water seems to be bottomless, and he cannot see through his mood and thoughts.

But vaguely, Du Bai seemed to feel that the other person's gaze was not focused on him, as if he was passing through layers of thick fog, deep and distant, with a bit of indescribable mystery.

"Where is this place...the place?"

After thinking about it, he chose to raise the first question he cared about.

"Here..." Zen Master Lingyou thought for a moment, reached out to hold the white piece on the chessboard and took a step, smiling slightly, "This should be said to be a place of illusion that is understandable to people..."

"It's like a dream but not a dream, it's like a dream like a illusion. It's true or false, everything is just false..."

He said slowly while Du Bai noticed that the surrounding scenery was also changing rapidly.

From the initial peak of the misty mountain, it sometimes turned into a crowded market. The two of them confronted each other, but the pedestrians around turned a blind eye to it.

Sometimes it turns into a rippling lake surface, and under your feet is the green and bottomless abyss at the bottom of the lake, and even fish swimming freely can be seen.

Sometimes, even reaching the clouds that are thousands of feet high, there is nothingness under your feet, and you can even feel the cold wind and lightning and thunder in the sky, which is a kind of indifference that is almost a stare at the world.

Sometimes the front line is on the battlefield where swords and flesh are fighting. In a blink of an eye, countless creatures seem to have passed away, throwing their heads and sprinkling their blood. All they want is the home behind them, and the passion and tragic emotions gradually spread.

Everything is so lifelike.

In the end, it seemed that time had just passed in the blink of an eye, and the environment around them had changed back to the original peak of the mountain.

Whether it is the power and wealth of the world or the hermits in the mountains and forests, it seems that they are just passing by and passing by in a flash.

However, after this operation, Du Bai probably had some guesses.

"This should be a place similar to a dream."

In the dreams of mortals, he can also achieve this level of changing the dreams on a large scale.

If the other party just modified his dream, it would be like the legendary Qingming Dream, which should be quite simple for a living Buddha of this level.

But this happened, he was even more surprised.

If it's a dream...

Isn’t Zen Master Lingyou dead? The trace of obsession seen by the outside world before is the best evidence, and there is not even a single residual soul left!

So how can dreams occur in this situation?!

But if it is similar to the obsession left by the immortals and Buddhas, that is, what you see is the memories of the past, it should not change, and you will watch everything that happened as a spectator.

How could the other party sit here and talk to him properly?!

This was completely beyond his expectations, so he was a little confused for a moment.

"Master, what is your situation now? Is it life... or death?"

He started asking directly, without intending to tempt the test.

After all, the other party's current performance is a bit too weird.

"Am I..."

Zen Master Lingyou suddenly smiled heartily, shook his head gently, as if he was sighing, and then he drew a white sprite again.

"The donor question is interesting. From a mortal point of view, I should be alive now. But if I saw me again from someone else's perspective, I should have died..."

"So... whether it is life or death, maybe you have to ask the donor to tell it yourself."

"Is this a Zen word?"

Du Bai frowned slightly, not understanding the other party's meaning this sentence.

Why do you know that the other party can recognize every word, but you don’t understand it if you put it together?

"Does these monks like to be mysterious? Can the two states of life and death still exist at the same time?"

Or...

The other party actually pretended to escape from death, or even reborn with his body, so he said something?!

Du Bai thought about it and felt that it was unlikely that Zen Master Lingyou, who was willing to sacrifice himself, should have seen through life and death long ago, unlike such a person.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that the other party seemed to have been playing chess since the beginning.

Although Du Bai has not even raised his hand since he sat down, let alone playing black chess, the other party is still on the ground.

It's like... it seems like there is really someone playing chess with him in front of the other party!

Even under Du Bai's gaze, he could see that the black pieces on the chessboard were teleported, and in the blink of an eye it appeared in a new position.

Sometimes, it will be a little slower, just like a chess player is seriously considering it.

There is actually someone playing chess with this monk!

"etc!"

Du Bai's heart moved and suddenly reacted. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes looked at the Zen master with a little startled.

"All these have happened before?!"

Even the conversation with me just now happened exactly the same thing at a certain time in the past?

At that time, there was really a person playing chess with the other party and asked the same question as himself!

And Zen Master Lingyou is really dead.

What I saw at this moment was just the part of the memory left by the other party. Although this part of the memory was so realistic, it was even to the point where it was fake and even I was confused for a moment!

This was so incredible that Du Bai couldn't help but be stunned.

But what made him a little confused was, who was playing chess with Zen Master Lingyou at that time?

Why did you ask the same question? The key is that you can’t see the other person in this memory picture?

Du Bai stood up and left the stone table to observe the position carefully. Only by observing this deliberately could he vaguely see that there should be a man in a relatively loose robe sitting and playing chess.

But the general outline is already the limit, and the appearance is completely unrecognizable.

And at this moment, the conversation that had been silent for a while finally began to continue.

Even without Du Bai's question, Zen Master Lingyou was still answering on his own, which further confirmed his guess.

This time the man who was playing black chess should have asked a question about age. Zen Master Lingyou replied: "I can't remember how long I lived. There should be hundreds of years, and maybe thousands of years, but I can't remember it. However, if I hadn't had a task, I wouldn't have been born secretly."

"Task?" Du Bai was stunned.

Sure enough, the man asked the same question, obviously very interested in this so-called "task".
Chapter completed!