Master Wu Nian was bewitched by the portrait of the beautiful woman, and Grandma Butterfly was also deeply trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate herself.
Just as the two were confused by the illusion, the black sand in the room gradually condensed in the middle behind them, gathering more and more, like bamboo shoots after the rain, slowly growing upwards and turning into a human shape.
It was a demon covered in black sand and black iron chips, with demonic energy surging all over its body. It was about to take shape, and a sharp black iron sword appeared in its hand.
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed by, accompanied by Xiaobai's angry barking. Xiaobai's barking was particularly loud and deafening in the room, waking up Master Wunian and Grandma Butterfly who were fascinated by the illusion.
Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue went upstairs and left Xiaobai in the yard to play. It smelled a strong demonic energy and discovered that Master Wunian and Grandma Butterfly were bewitched by illusions, and a demon grown from black sand and black iron filings was about to attack them.
Xiaobai rushed over quickly. Its body grew rapidly as it ran, and its hair instantly turned golden. Its sharp claws scratched the demon's body and grabbed a large ball of black sand and black iron filings.
The devil's trick was ruined by Xiaobai, and he gnashed his teeth in hatred and roared, "Disgusting little dog."
The sharp black sword suddenly stabbed towards Xiaobai's body. Xiaobai's body was covered with golden dog hair, making him invulnerable to swords and knives. However, the black iron sword contained a powerful force, which stabbed into his body, causing Xiaobai to feel so much pain that he whimpered and rolled on the ground several times.
"demon."
Master Wu Nian was filled with shame. A Lian, the one he once loved most in his life, had long gone with the wind. He thought he had forgotten her for hundreds of years and had devoted himself to Buddhism. He did not expect that today he would be tempted by worldly desires in the illusion and almost ruined all his merits and virtues.
The Buddha beads in his hand shone brightly, and with a bang, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, they hit the black sand demon that had just formed.
Grandma Butterfly also woke up from her sweet dream. The self in the bronze mirror was still full of wrinkles and looked ugly and old. Only then did she realize that she had been possessed by the devil's illusion.
She was furious and didn't know why she was angry.
Was it because the devil immersed herself in illusions, or was it because the illusions he gave her did not last long? After she woke up, her first thought was disappointment and loss.
She lightly raised her toes, picked up her cane from the ground, screamed angrily, and hit the black sand demon behind her with a sweeping blow.
Under the combined attack of the Buddha beads' brilliant light and the cold iron crutch, the Black Sand Demon was riddled with holes. The black sand on its body shattered into pieces, flying in the wind, and soon turned into black sand that fell to the ground.
Master Wu Nian had a look of regret on his face, and he kept reciting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name, repenting for himself.
"Amitabha, I have given up my worldly desires. I hope the Buddha will forgive me, please forgive me."
Grandma Butterfly was still angry. She glanced at Master Wu Nian with disdain and said, "Master Wu Nian, what crime have you committed?"
Master Wu Nian sighed softly, with a bitter look on his face: "Alas, it's hard to describe. This Demon Palace is really worthy of its name. Not only are there demons everywhere, but it also makes the demons in our hearts appear."
Grandma Butterfly giggled, like hitting a broken gong: "Could it be that you, an old monk, have come to the Demon Palace after being hundreds of years old, and you want to return to secular life?"
"Ridiculous, ridiculous, Amitabha, sin, sin."
Old Qin and Mo Yun came to the deepest third courtyard, with a garden stream and beautiful scenery. The clear stream was emitting a faint warm steam.
There are only two rooms and a triangular flower-viewing pavilion in the third courtyard.
The door and windows of the room were in tatters. Mo Yun stood at the door and looked inside. The room was empty and filled with black sand and iron filings. There was nothing to see.
In the middle of the triangular pavilion, there is a round marble table.
The stone table has a simple and solemn pattern and delicate workmanship. There are three oval stone benches placed around it. They are made of the same stone as the stone table. They are crystal clear and bright in color, and look very valuable.
What interested Mo Yun was that there was a mahogany chessboard on the small round table, which was filled with black and white chess pieces.
Mo Yun's heart moved. There were people playing chess in this place. He walked over curiously and glanced at the chessboard.
At this glance, this chess game actually feels familiar.
The black and white chess pieces were like two armies fighting each other, charging left and right, evenly matched. This game of chess was very similar to the one he had once played with the old man from Tianshan.
I held the white pieces and surrounded the center with both wings, while the old man from Tianshan held the black pieces and divided his troops into two groups from the center, blocking me from both sides and fighting with me in a stalemate.
That was a chess game that Mo Yun remembered clearly, because it was not completed.
Thinking about it now, I still feel a little regretful and ashamed.
At that time, I made an agreement with the old man of Tianshan that whoever won would get the iron certificate of immortality and enter the world of immortality.
In fact, he should have lost the game of chess, but when the old man Tianshan was not paying attention, he used the hidden power of wind and thunder to move a chess piece, and won the game by cheating.
When he was halfway down, he heard that the world of immortality was about to open. After calculation, he found that he, Mo Yun, had won by one point over the old man of Tianshan.
Although his old friend Tianshan Laoren had a look of regret on his face, he still took the iron certificate of immortality and rushed to the world of immortality.
Hundreds of years have passed, but when I see this chess game, I still remember the scene at that time. This game of chess is exactly the same as the one before I cheated.
As long as the white chess piece is deflected by the wind and thunder force, he can win.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling ashamed and helpless.
I thought I had won the game by cheating and entered the world of immortality, where I could transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven earlier. However, I didn't expect that this was a place forgotten by time, and it was impossible to transcend the tribulation.
It is true that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. I cheated to win the chess game and have been trapped in the world of immortality ever since. My old friend, the old man Tianshan, must have already transcended the calamity and ascended to the world of immortals.
Looking at the chessboard, suddenly, his eyes blurred, the time passed, and he returned to the scene at that time.
Sitting on the stone bench opposite was the old man from Tianshan. He stroked his long beard and looked at him with a smile, while he was playing chess with him, holding the white pieces in his hand.
What's going on? How did I travel through time and space and go back to the past? Impossible, the surrounding environment is still in the courtyard of the Demon Palace, and Old Qin is still admiring the flowers in the garden.
He wanted to stand up from the stone bench and turn around to see what Old Qin was doing, but he felt as if there were tens of millions of tons of pressure pressing down on him, preventing him from getting up from the stone bench or moving. He could only look at the chess game.
The white piece between his fingers was becoming heavier and heavier. He had to drop it as he could hardly hold it anymore.
"Hurry up, whoever wins the Immortality Certificate gets it. We have made an agreement, you can't go back on your word. Haha, you can't go back on your word."
The voice of the old man from Tianshan was like a stuck record, constantly ringing in his mind and almost driving him crazy.