Zhou Fei didn't fall asleep much all night.
Every time I close my eyes, I wake up soon.
He was very afraid that he would fall into that terrible illusion again.
There was light outside the window, and dawn had arrived.
Zhou Fei sat up, with his left leg cocked and his left hand resting on his left knee, his right leg lay flat, his right hand propped up the weight of his entire body, and he sat obliquely looking out the window.
A ray of sunlight sprinkled on the floor through the window. The sunlight formed a cylindrical shape, and there were a lot of flying dust flying around the beam of light, which was kind of interesting.
Zhou Fei remembers that when he was a child in the countryside, the house in his hometown had that kind of transparent tiles. Every summer, the sunlight passed through the transparent tiles and such scenes would appear. He often stared at those flying dust in a daze, and could even be in a daze throughout the afternoon.
The mother-in-law played a fan for him, humming an unknown little song, and time flowed silently.
Zhou Fei shook his head quickly and drove away this thought.
The power of that chessboard is indeed terrifying, even if it has escaped, the sequelae have survived to the present.
In other words, the real test has just begun.
In addition to the power of the chessboard, Zhou Fei felt a little uneasy, and even felt a little frightened.
Why did Zhongling Temple, a Buddhist shrine that was almost forgotten by the world, suddenly assign an important person to participate in the Flower Festival
The first of Bodhi Temple, any temple is an extremely important figure.
The subconscious told Zhou Fei to stay away from that person.
Before the illness is cured, there is no need to have any conflicts with the monk at Zhongling Temple.
Zhou Fei was a little impulsive before the first line of days.
Moreover, he had a strong sense of vigilance in his heart at that time, but later he couldn't find the source of vigilance.
It was precisely because of this that Zhou Fei was a little jealous of the first seat of the Bodhi Temple.
Zhou Fei put on his coat and left the hut. The early morning in Dakong Mountain was still very cold. Although Zhou Fei is now in his current physical condition, he can say that he is not afraid of the cold, but he still put on his coat habitually.
On the lawn outside, Master Xinpan was sitting on a stone bench, looking at the Buddha statue not far away chanting.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Master Xin Pan stopped and said: "Call Miss Shang Ling,
Go down the mountain today. "
Zhou Fei was stunned: "Down the mountain?"
"Yes, you have to go to the mountain for treatment." Master Xin Pan said: "This place is not suitable for you to treat."
Zhou Fei said: "The master has not gone down the mountain for many years, but today he makes an exception for me. The younger generation really does not know how to express gratitude.
"Ha." Master Xinpan said with a smile: "Although going down the mountain is related to you, it is definitely not only related to you. Don't think too much."
Zhou Fei scratched his head and said, "It seems that I am being sentimental, but no matter what, I still have to thank the master."
Master Xin Pan shook his head: "I'll go down the mountain first, and you and Miss Ling will keep up."
Ling Zhaoyan's voice came from behind the two of them: "I'm already awake, Master."
"Then let's go." After saying that, Master Xin Pan tightened the monk's robe and walked slowly to the foot of the mountain.
Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan followed closely.
Following them was Monk Xian Chen.
He always has a temperament that makes people forget him infinitely.
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At the foot of the mountain, entering the Xuankong Temple, Master Xin Pan faced a temple that had not been seen in decades, and the first sentence he said was: "It's still so bad."
Lin Chen, who was at the back of the team, kept frustrating her teeth when she heard these words.
Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan had been holding back their smiles.
Master Xinpan turned out to be a wonderful person.
The host master came down from her secluded place, which is naturally a major event in the Hanging Temple, so the first seats of the major courtyards in the temple rushed to communicate with the host.
This is the most annoying thing about Master Xin Pan, he directly pushed out his disciple, and took Zhou Fei and Ling Zhaoyan to another claustrophobic meditation room.
It is reasonable to say that female family members are not allowed to enter the Xuankong Temple, but the female family members taken by the master master are different. Except for some core areas, they can go anywhere.
Ling Zhaoyan knew that Master Xinpan had something to say to Zhou Fei, so he consciously stepped aside and turned his back at the same time, indicating that he would not overhear.
Master Xin Pan was very satisfied, and nodded slightly: "Mr. Six is a blessing."
Zhou Fei was already used to other people making fun of Ling Zhaoyan, so there was nothing unusual. He asked, "Master, what happened to me on the chessboard yesterday, will it come true?"
Master Xinpan was a little surprised
Of course, Zhou Fei's question was something he didn't expect. He looked at Zhou Fei's eyes and wanted to know whether this guy was lying or asking religiously.
"The chessboard world is not real, but it can be said to be real, because he said the world derived from the Buddha's supreme wisdom." Master Xinpan deliberated his words: "Or it can be said that it is a way of presenting destiny. The result of fate."
Zhou Fei was silent for a moment, and said, "The end of the chessboard world is my destiny?"
"Destiny is unpredictable. Since it can be seen by you, then it is not destiny. Because you can change it! What you see is only what you fear in your heart." Master Xinpan said.
Zhou Fei muttered to himself: "Can destiny really be changed?"
"Everything can be changed." Master Xin Pan said.
"External rumors that the master can predict the future, is it related to this chessboard?" Zhou Fei asked.
"Foreseeing the future is an ability, but this ability requires the same price." Grand Master Xin Pan said: "Yin Yang, the national teacher of Datang, took a look at the future before the current emperor of Datang ascended the throne, and then he paid After ten years of skill, there is no price to make progress. A few months ago, Priest Lian Zhen came to Chang'an in full bloom and took a look at you. After returning to the temple, he fought a battle with the former priest of seven kills, Hitomi. It hasn't recovered yet."
Zhou Fei blinked: "Look at me? Why is she looking at me."
"Because some people say that you are the son of the Demon King." Master Xin Pan said lightly.
Zhou Fei said, "Does the master believe it?"
Master Xin Pan smiled: "I believe it or not, is it important to you?"
"If the master believes, then I dare not let you heal me." Zhou Fei said seriously: "Because I am very afraid that I will become a monkey and be suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain."
Master Xin Pan didn't understand this, but he could probably guess something.
"With the power of a mortal, anyone who tries to spy on the secrets of heaven will not end well. I don't have much time left. Instead of using the limited lifespan in such a place, it is better to do something practical and beneficial." Master Xin Pan said: "Moreover, I believe in the Master."
Zhou Fei's hanging heart finally landed.
It is really a happy thing to have a good teacher.
(End of this chapter)