The world is a game of chess. Chen Yuyang has undoubtedly made his own shadow in this game. This game of chess has also begun to move towards the direction Chen Yuyang thought. There is always the mystery of the universe in black and white, and there is always an indescribable mystery and mood.

The underworld, the white path, and the supernatural world seem to be all part of this chess game. They have successively walked out of good games step by step and completed their mission one by one. The axles of history are still moving forward, leaving only intriguing trajectories. The sky of history will always remember these trajectories. They are the footprints of the strong and unyielding battles.

The Golden Twelve Palaces have returned, and Yale has returned, but the East has not calmed down because of this. Chen Yuyang's name seems to be a nightmare. Surviving in this world makes many people feel uneasy, angry, and unfair.

The ending is an important part of a chess game. He is as important as the layout. Now the domestic situation has reached a point where it is about to end. Chen Yuyang has not taken a step now, and he has to see how long the road ahead is. He hates such a long time.

After the game is over, he can rest and prepare for his grand wedding with Zhuge Qingqing. This wedding is something he has been looking forward to for a long time and something Zhuge Qingqing has been looking forward to for a long time. Try to end as soon as possible. This is Chen Yuyang’s only idea now, but the way of heaven is shining, and it is not something he said he can finish it just by the end.

There are black pieces, white pieces, and red pieces in this game. Where to start the attack has become a problem.

Chen Yuyang was thinking about this issue, and many people were thinking about it. However, what they wanted was to try hard to erase Chen Yuyang, the giant from this chess game, so that the chessboard could start over and move towards a balanced side again, without such abnormal development as it is now.

Thinking about what Zhuge Rijian said, Chen Yuyang felt that it made sense, but the world was a mess, and it was so bad that it could not be broken. The stall had to be cleaned up, but there was no thread and a mess. Now he had the ability to clean up this stall, and all he lacked was to find the source of the matter.

Shaolin, Bodhidharma Palace

The ancient temple of thousands of years is full of Buddhist singing, but these bald monks have no mood to praise the Buddha at this moment. They understand very well that Buddha is just a fantasy in people's hearts and a belief. If the Buddha's light can really shine and save all the people in the world, then what else do these monks do?

In the Bodhidharma Hall, monks, Taoist nuns, and groups of swordsmen sat upright on the cushion. The leader was the current highest leader of the Chinese Buddhist sect, Master Xuanci. The old monk looked very old, with a pair of wrinkled hands, like a dead tree in winter, and it was difficult to move.

The three great monks of Shaolin, Xuan Ku, Xuan Ju, Xuan Ye, followed by the Seven Swords of Wudang, led by the Dead Tree, and his six junior brothers, Dead Wind, Dead Rain, Dead Sea, Dead Flowers, Dead Flying, Dead Feeling. These are all generations of the Dead Generation. On the right hand of Xuan Ci are the Five Elders of Kunlun.

Five people led by Kunlun leader Kou Zhentian, Rankong, Randao, Rank, Rank, Rank, and Rankyan, sitting opposite them was Shushan, one of the four roads, Shushan Swordsman. They had two long swords behind them, and the Baimei Taoist who inherited the Shushan Mountain, which is the so-called Ziqing Double Sword, but their status was much lower than that of the few people just now.

Shushan has now declined. Since the death of the sixth leader, Taoist Qingxu, Shushan has begun to go downhill, and there is not even a god-level master. Apart from these people, there are Nangong Zheng, Bailixi, Sha Baoliang from Longhu Mountain, Qingchengzi from Qingcheng Mountain, and a group of so-called upright martial arts figures.

Master Xuanci glanced at everyone, then bowed and said, "Amitabha, good, good, fellow Taoists, I am very honored to be able to come to my Shaolin Temple preaching ceremony as an appointment. I will follow the old rules! Come first by fellow Taoists from Wudang!"

Kumu was about to open his mouth when someone said, "Abbot Xuanci, we are not here to attend a conference this time. We want to ask Shaolin for an explanation. Shaolin has been the leader of Buddhism and Taoism for thousands of years, and the righteous faction has been headed by Shaolin. Now there are evil demons and the demon emperor has come out. Please ask Shaolin Abbot to pick up his head, eliminate evil demons, and use the great aura of China to uphold China!"

Xuan Ci's eyebrows drooped and looked at the person who spoke. It was not someone else's words, but Kunlun Kou Zhentian. Kou Zhentian's words sounded solemn and open. In fact, anyone with a brain could think that he was provoking trouble and asked Shaolin to be the first to stand out. Xuan Ci was not stupid and smiled faintly: "Brother Kou, be careful, be anxious, be anxious!"

As he said that, Xuan Ci glanced at the dead wood around him. Wudang Shaolin is not separated at all. He naturally wanted to seek the opinions of the dead wood. When the dead wood looked up, he chanted a loud voice and said, "Wuliang Tianzun, Brother Kou, this matter needs to be remembered for a long time. Shaolin has indeed been the leader of the White Tao for thousands of years, but monks and Taoists have cultivated their own character and there is no need to get involved in unnecessary disputes. Long chanting of Huangting for three thousand volumes is the demeanor that we practitioners should have!"

Nangong Zheng suddenly jumped out and said, "The Taoist Master's words are not consistent again. The so-called righteousness and brightness lasts forever. Now the evil demons have bullied us. The Nangong family, Baili family, and Murong family have been slaughtered by evil demons one after another. I also asked the master Taoist Master to stand up and say a fair word, which is inevitable that the Shaolin Wudang legitimate leader is the supreme leader!"

Xuan Ci smiled and said, "Nangong donor, although fame and fortune are good, don't be burdened by fame and fortune. It doesn't matter whether Shaolin Wudang or the Supreme Master of Justice or not. This reputation has accumulated for thousands of years. Shaolin has been tiring for thousands of years. Monks should look like monks. The worldly affairs and mortal world have nothing to do with us monks and Taoists!"

Xuan Ci is shirking the responsibility. Everyone can see that the dead wood does not want to be fame and exhaust itself, and it will be quiet. But some people are afraid that the world will not be in chaos. If the world is too stable, how can they stand out? So the Taoist Qingchengzi hurriedly said: "Master Xuan Ci, I don't agree with your opinion. The key to practicing Buddhism and Taoism is to cultivate the mind. The Buddha said that we must save all sentient beings. Now the masters are all the people in the world and the Buddha will not agree even if he is terrified!"

Xuanci smiled and said, "What is Buddha?"

"This..." Qingchengzi suddenly had nothing to say, he really didn't know what Buddha was.

Xuan Ci smiled again and said, "There is no tree in Bodhi, and tranquility is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused? Do you still have to worry about this? The world is so great that there is something to do, why do you have to do this? The Buddha is destined to save you, aren't the demon clan a person with destiny? What is righteousness and evil? Good and evil are just in people's hearts. The starting point of doing things is different, so it will naturally be different. I don't know that all my friends may have listened to me, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately, Amitabha!" hf();
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