Sangsang’s greatest wish in his life is to turn white.

It’s not about turning black chess into white chess, but about turning yourself into white.

Looking at the black chess, she thought about Master Qishan's words and laughed a little embarrassedly, thinking that if she could really do it, she wouldn't need Chen Jinji's makeup, that would be great, and very convenient. No wonder Master said that Buddhism called this convenient method.

Master Qishan was slightly stunned, not understanding why she was laughing. Did she find any mistakes in the convenient method she taught? This little girl discovered it?

The only person in the world who could guess the real reason Sangsang was laughing at this time was Ning Que. Looking at Sangsang's slightly shy smile, he couldn't help laughing.

In the dark and slightly cold cave, there was a relaxed smile, and then gradually returned to peace. Master Qishan's voice of explaining Buddhism sounded from time to time, with occasionally interspersed with Sangsang's doubts.

I don’t know how long it took, but the explanation tonight came to an end. Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and said, “Treatment is always a long process. The cave hut is damp and cold, and it is not suitable for recuperation. You can take her down the mountain to the temple to rest. If you have time before going to bed, you might as well let her think about what happened today.”

Ning Que said: "It's so inconvenient to go up and down the mountain, so we might as well stop here."

Master Qishan said: "I will go down the mountain at night and meet in the temple tomorrow morning."

Ning Que was slightly shocked and thought to himself that everyone knew that Master Qishan had lived in seclusion in Washan for decades, and even did not participate in the Yulan Festival. Why did he say that he was leaving his seclusion and going down the mountain tonight?

Master Qishan said: "This is probably the last time I left the house. I have to go to the temple to have peace of mind."

After saying this, the master picked up the black spot from the ground in front of the cushion and put it into Sangsang's palm.

Listening to the master's words, Ning Que vaguely guessed something, and was shocked and grateful, but he didn't know what to say. He bowed and saluted, then stood up and helped Sangsang walk out of the cave.

When he walked to the entrance of the cave, he said to Master Qishan: "You must have come."

Master Qishan sighed helplessly and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely come."

Ning Queyi reluctantly and said, "Sangsang's illness has not yet been cured, so don't die first."

Master Qishan laughed angrily and scolded, "How did you develop a bad temper? Now I finally believe that Master will often be so angry that you blow your beard, but I can't deal with you."

Ning Que said with a smile: "The teacher just likes me to be honest and loves me, so he doesn't deal with me."

Walk out of the cave.

Ning Que carried Sangsang into the carriage.

Sangsang leaned on the bedding, clenched his fists tightly, for fear of losing the black chess piece. She looked at Ning Que and said with a dim expression: "Master... isn't it bad?"

Ning Que nodded after a moment of silence, and said, "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you. Buddhist monks have their own grasp of fate, let alone people like masters who can predict the future."

The night wind gradually rose, lifting a corner of the green curtain.

Ning Que looked at the lonely Buddha chariot beside the mountain road and frowned slightly. He didn't know why the head of the Hanging Temple's precepts had been waiting outside the cave hut, and why there was no one next to the Buddha chariot?

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The ascetic monks in the Baita Temple of Yuelun Kingdom were all taken to the foot of the mountain by Qunimadi, and the monks of Lanke Temple had already left. The monks of Guanhai sent the black carriage down the mountain, and there was no one around the cave house.

The night wind blew over the autumn forest, making a rustling sound, but it did not alarm the birds. A faint sound seemed to be a crisp and subtle ringtone, but the ringtone seemed to be not real and instantly disappeared.

The Buddha chariot outside the cave hut was still quiet. Suddenly, one hand stretched out from the yellow curtain, and opened up a gap. A monk wearing a dark brown monk's robe walked down from the Buddha chariot.

The monk's eyebrows were as straight as a ruler and his eyes were like gems. He could see the wind and frost between his eyebrows and eyes, and there were wrinkles on his forehead, but he could not tell his age. He could say sixty or seventy or thirty or forty.

This monk is naturally the first precepts of the Hanging Temple.

The monk walked out of the Buddha's chariot and slowly walked into the cave. Using the dark light, he looked at the string of tiger peach wood bracelets underground, put his hands together, and asked, "What did you see, uncle?"

"Bao Shu, why did you ask this?" Master Qishan replied calmly.

The first treasure tree master of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Court looked at Qishan quietly and said, "Mencius does not lie. The uncle of the master set up three games of chess in Washan today, especially when he invited the chessboard left by the Buddha. Naturally, it was not to make things difficult for the poor sick girl, but to see if it was that person."

Master Qishan smiled slightly and said, "The Heavenly Yu God's Cat cannot see it. The Great Master of Light thought he saw it, but found that he had read it wrong. Then how could I see it?"

"Did Wei Guangming really read it wrong back then?

Master Baoshu said indifferently: "What if he read it wrong? What if the Son of Pluto is really born in the General's Mansion? What if Ning Que is really the Son of Pluto?"

Master Qishan shook his head and said, "If Ning Que was the son of the Pope, how could the Master accept him as his disciple?"

Master Baoshu shook his head and said, "The Master is an extraordinary person and can do extraordinary things. Even if he accepts the son of Hades as his disciple, it is not something that is difficult to imagine."

Master Qishan looked at him and said, "If things are really as you imagine, then it is meaningless to do anything in Hanging Temple or Zhishouguan."

Baoshu understood the meaning of this sentence. If the Master knew that Ning Que was the son of the Pluto and was still in the sect, then if the whole world wanted to kill Ning Que, the Master would also stand on Ning Que's side.

But the Master may not know.

Because the Buddha said that there is no omniscient person in this world.

Baoshu said, "I want to know, what exactly did you see on the Buddha's chessboard."

Master Qishan was silent for a moment and said, "I saw a black carriage blocking between Qianmo Avenue."

Baoshu asked again: "Where is the daughter of light?"

"She is waiting on the mountain."

Master Qishan said that for some reason, he did not tell the other party what Sangsang experienced in the chessboard world.

Baoshu sat forward on the futon and remained silent for a long time.

The oil lamp on the wall of the cliff cave made me feel a little restless by the slight night breeze.

Baoshu suddenly said, "This morning was at the foot of the mountain. When Ning Que was about to shoot, I felt a great alarm. The ring was ringing but not ringing. This guy seemed to have a little strange in his body."

Master Qishan said calmly: "He has the breath of Junior Brother Liansheng."

Hearing Liansheng's name, Baoshu's Zen heart was suddenly confused, his eyebrows raised slightly, like an iron ruler that was about to hit, and said in a cold voice: "He is a disciple of the academy, how could he have the breath of Master Liansheng?"

Although he came from an unknown place and was the first of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Court, he was still shocked when facing Liansheng's name. You must know that Liansheng is a well-versed in the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon, and has a legend in his life. He had a very high reputation and status in the Hangkong Temple's sutra hall back then. How could he be disrespectful?

Master Qishan shook his head and said, "Maybe it related to Mr. Ke?"

The treasure tree gradually calmed down and said with a firm expression: "I believe more and more that Ning Que is the son of Pluto."

Master Qishan shook his head and said, "He is not, although there is no way to prove it."

Baoshu said: "The Son of Pluto is about to wake up, so I am the only one who can prove it."

Master Qishan's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp when he looked at him. Although he had been ill for many years and his real cultivation level was very low, these two eyes still had the power of thunder.

"Why is the Hanging Temple never so connected to each other for two lifetimes like the academy? Because Hanging Temple was originally the place where our Buddhist sect used to preserve Buddha nature in the Dharma-Ending Age, it requires isolation from the world and unknowable places, so it should be unknowable!"

Master Qishan looked at the treasure tree and said in a deep voice: "You are the head of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Court. You are not walking in the world. You cannot enter the world unless you follow the Buddha's instructions. Why did you come to Washan? You don't leave quickly!"

If it is another monk in the world, even if it is a master of Yuelun Kingdom or a box office monk from Tang Kingdom, facing such a great figure as the head of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Academy, he will definitely be very respectful, let alone scolding him like this.

However, Master Qishan has different identities. As the rumors say, he was originally an illegitimate son who preached the first place in front of the Hangkong Temple. He became a monk in the temple since he was a child. He has a very high level of experience. Moreover, he knows what kind of place the Hangkong Temple is, so he doesn't need to care about the attitude of the Hangkong Temple.

Baoshu was indeed not angry and said calmly: "There is a reason to come."

"What comes should be the seven thoughts, not you. If you are not a Buddha's deep connection with the Pure Bell, and become a reincarnated person who is a reincarnated bell, how can you be the head of the Precepts Academy by knowing the cultivation level of the destiny? In this case, you should be more cautious and not move the Pure Bell, and you should not be told by Qunimadi to come from the wasteland to the world."

Master Qishan looked at him and said seriously: "You are a Buddhist practitioner. You should understand the cause and effect and not be blinded by hatred. Daoshi died in Ning Que's hands. That is his cause and effect."

Baoshu frowned slightly, and then gradually returned to calm.

He said, "I was the cause of Taoist stone, and Taoist stone was originally my result. Since the cause and effect of Taoist stone ended with Ning Que, then this is the cause and effect between me and him."

"I was born in the Pure Land since I was a child and grew up in the Pure Land. I can walk with the Pure Bell, which can intimidate all evil spirits in the world. I would rather be the son of the Hades, and then I would wake up to the ringtone. This is also the cause and effect between me and him."

"I came to Mount Wa during this trip, and then I had to understand these causes and effects."

Master Qishan shook his head slowly and said, "Since you are obsessed with this, I have to inform the head of the Scriptures, except for your duties in the temple, and then punish you for facing the wall for ten years."

Baoshu said calmly: "The good teacher knows that I did come with the order."

Master Qishan was slightly shocked when he heard this, frowned for a long time and said tiredly: "Even if this is the case, the Buddha's sect still has seven thoughts to walk, and the affairs of the world are subject to his will."

"I will convince my junior brother."

Baoshu stood up, bowed with one hand, and then left Donglu.

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The cliff cave is quiet and silent.

Master Qishan, who is over 100 years old, today felt the strongest anxiety in his long life.

It was even more than decades ago when the Demon Sect wiped out the front floor of Kesi.

The Lumen sounded slightly, and the monk Guanhai was back.

"Master, Mr. Thirteen and the daughter of Light have already rested in the former temple."

Master Qishan looked at his disciple and suddenly asked, "The Yulan Festival is about to begin, and he will still discuss the invasion of the underworld. What do you think about this?"

The monk Guanhai looked at the master's haggard face and thought to let him go to rest earlier, saying, "No one knows where the underworld is, it's just a legend."

Master Qishan smiled and said, "Idiot, legend has become reality, then it is no longer a legend."

Guanhai Monk smiled honestly and said, "Then let's talk about it when it becomes reality."

Master Qishan asked again: "What do you know about Hanging Temple?"

The monk Guanhai was slightly stunned and found that the master seemed to be a little strange today, and said, "You never allowed me to ask about Hanging Temple before, and there are other unknown things."
To be continued...