Mission Accomplished

"The Diamond Sutra?"

Yi Feng was somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that he had read it wrong?

However, this monk had the appearance of a eminent monk, so it was really hard not to believe him.

It was estimated that he might have just read it wrong. After all, how could a high monk like him have the kind of book he had imagined in his hands.

"Donor, please take a look to see if I have any spiritual roots!" The monk stretched out his palm with a smile and said.

Yang Beard Old Man nodded and put his hand over.

After a while, he slowly said, "Medium spiritual roots."

"Amitabha, then donor I will sit down now?" He shouted with his palms together.

"Sit down."

Yang Beard Old Man nodded.

Just like that, the two of them started a game.

And Yi Feng didn't rush to leave either, but just watched the game beside them.

Yi Feng could see that the chess skills of these two people were very high, and were not comparable to Yin Shengfu before.

Soon, the game had reached a heated stage.

The originally expressionless Yang Beard Old Man had become serious.

Subsequently, sweat began to flow from his forehead as he looked at the monk in front of him in disbelief.

He never imagined that the monk in front of him was an unimaginably high person!

"Sen...Senior, how dare I embarrass myself in front of you?"

He could no longer remain calm, looking at the monk in front of him, while trying to get up.

"Eh, donor, where is this talk, donor is welcome to think of it as just a normal game." The monk said gently with a smile: "Just take it as a normal game."

"Thank you, senior."

Yang Beard Old Man sat down again, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and became extremely serious because of his nervousness.

And as expected, the result was not unexpected.

After struggling for a while, Yang Beard Old Man directly lost the game.

He hurriedly got up and bowed to the monk, his face full of awe, and said, "Thank you for the senior's generous move, this one game, the junior has gained a lot."

"The donor is too polite."

The monk said kindly with a smile.

But Yang Beard Old Man was still full of awe beside him. As for the matter of passing on the robe that was said on the tablet, he also stopped mentioning it.

And Yi Feng, who was watching the lively scene, was also ready to leave.

Of course he could also see that the chess skills of this monk were indeed much higher than those of the old man, and he had let go of the old man in the previous game.

However, at this moment, the sitting monk suddenly called out to him: "Donor, would you like to play a game with this poor monk?"

Hearing this.

Yi Feng's eyes lit up. He had actually been itching to play for a long time. The key was that the monk's chess skills were very high!

"Really?"

He asked quickly.

"Of course you can."

The monk said gently with a smile.

Having obtained the monk's consent, Yi Feng looked at Yang Beard Old Man again.

After all, this was his place.

"Of course there is no problem."

Seeing this, Yang Beard Old Man hurriedly said it out. After all, the monk had agreed, how could he dare not agree?

And the way he looked at the monk was also full of admiration.

This is what a true high monk who has returned to innocence looks like!

Even in the face of such a mortal without spiritual roots, he can still treat equally.

He really didn't know what good fortune this mortal without spiritual roots had stumbled upon that he was actually favored by this high monk senior.

After Yi Feng sat down, the two of them started to play against each other.

Both sides started with probing attacks after the start of the game.

"What do you think of life?"

While playing chess, the monk suddenly asked Yi Feng.

"Life?"

Yi Feng smiled. After all, eminent monks think deeply. He was actually talking about such a profound topic with him.

While putting down a chess piece, he said, "If you want to talk profoundly, you will explore why I am here, what is the true meaning of life, where I come from and where I am going..."

"But in my opinion, I'm just a mortal. My outlook on life, hmm..." Slightly contemplating, Yi Feng said with a laugh: "Enjoy life when possible. Happy is good."

"Of course, everyone has different views on life. You can say my thinking is very mediocre."

"Then I am indeed very mediocre."

Yi Feng said with a laugh.

After listening, the monk nodded thoughtfully.

He seemed to be very satisfied with what Yi Feng said.

"Right."

At this moment, Yi Feng suddenly remembered something and quickly said: "I always feel that you look very familiar, as if I've seen you somewhere before."

Hearing this.

The monk's hand shook subconsciously, then said seriously: "No, donor, you remembered wrong, you must not have seen me before."

"Alright."

Yi Feng nodded.

The two of them slowly played their chess game, completely unlike the previous fierce battle.

This made Yang Beard Old Man next to them puzzled.

Perhaps.

The eminent monk deliberately let this mortal win!

He couldn't help looking at the monk with even more respect.

However, what he didn't expect was that at this moment, the monk suddenly said, "The donor's chess skills are indeed superb. I lost this one."

"You're too modest!"

Yi Feng laughed with a bow.

This scene made Yang Beard Old Man next to him stunned directly.

The chess game clearly hadn't determined the winner yet!

In his eyes, it even seemed that the monk still had a slight upper hand.

How did this happen?

Suddenly he lost?

Even if this eminent monk let go, deliberately wanting to let this mortal win, it shouldn't be like this!

The key was that the mortal had an expression as if it was matter of course!

Yi Feng had a faint smile on his face. He enjoyed playing chess just now very much. Although it looked harmless on the surface, the confrontation between them was actually very dangerous.

The reason why the monk said he lost was because he did lose.

From the simple opening game, both sides already understood each other's strength, and the top masters going against each other, a tiny discrepancy could decide the outcome.

And just now, Yi Feng had played a move ahead of the monk.

It was this one chess move that made the monk understand in his heart that he had no way to recover and turn the game around.

Therefore.

There was no need to continue playing chess after that.

At this moment, the familiar voice rang in Yi Feng's mind.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host, your chess skills have reached the point of comparing with the gods."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting task and obtaining the mount Slow Slowly as a reward. It has been delivered to the Martial Arts Hall. Please check, host..."