A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 190: Temple of the Blessed!I don't play anyone's pawn
Bone Continent, Southwest Region.

Its southernmost point, originally surrounded by thousands of miles of wild places, can be described as an extremely dangerous place.According to legend, this is the last place to appear on the entire Bone Continent.

Tens of thousands of derivations can show its shape.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this place was not stable every day.Fierce beasts come and go, monsters keep coming and go, and it is desolate and inhabited.However, one day, a ray of Buddha's light came from outside the sky and landed here, directly entering the earth.

Ten thousand years later, a temple was built here and it was named Wanhuang.

Since then, thousands of miles to the southwest of the Bone Continent, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and it is peaceful, and it has gradually become more popular.

Wanhuang Temple, also known as Bulao Temple.

Because there are only three hundred disciples in Wanhuang Temple.However, those three hundred disciples are forever young, youthful, and always look young.

Wanhuang Temple, one of the three holy places in the Bone Continent, is mysterious and unknowable.

It is the southern tip of the Bone Continent, the most transcendent existence.

However, it is rumored that even ordinary people have the opportunity to pay homage to the Buddha at Wanhuang Temple.However, what you can see depends on your own opportunities.

Three thousand miles away from Wanhuang Temple, there is a small town for mortals.The town was neither big nor small, with about a hundred or so families.The streets are straight and the bamboo buildings are neat.

There are some grocery stores on the street, and people come in and out from time to time, but there is not too much hustle and bustle.

The bluestone pavement is clean and spacious.

Everything is quiet, quiet, very peaceful.

In the center of the town, there is a small square, which is also paved with bluestone.On all sides of the square, many ancient trees are planted, tall and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

There are stone benches and stone tables under the tree.On the stone table, there is also a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines.

In the center of the square, there is a lotus sculpture.

The lotus plant is slim and graceful, but it is just about to bloom.It is as white as jade, lifelike, just like a breeze blowing, it will open up leisurely the next moment.

The entire square gives people the feeling that this small town is the same.Tranquility, peace, and even a bit of dust.

At this time, it was noon, and few people came.Under the old tree, only a few townspeople enjoyed the cool air and chatted.From the point of view of clothing and speech, life in this small town is rich, not poor.

In the square, there are a few children playing in the noise.

Under an old tree, two people are playing chess.

Black and white fight each other vertically and horizontally, full of murderous intent.However, the expressions of the two chess players were quite different.The player who holds the white chess is a fat man.

Its figure is like a ball, and its eyes are slightly squinted.That way, it is almost impossible to see his eyes, it is completely a slit.However, he still smiled.

Although the fat man looked a bit cheap, but his chess power was deeper.In the situation, white has the advantage.Everything in the chess game is under his control.

The person holding the black chess is a man in Tsing Yi.He looks to be in his early twenties, but his eyes are restrained.At this time, he was holding a sunspot in one hand, and his brows were slightly frowned.

On the chess game, the white pieces already dominate the two corners, but the black pieces only have one corner in hand.In the other corner and the middle abdomen area, Baizi is pressing every step of the way, and Heizi is also in danger.

In this round, Heizi could lose at any time.Because, Heizi was besieged heavily, with almost nowhere to go.And the several paths he could take were within Fatty's expectations.

"Hey! Su Mo, you have nowhere to go. You can only draw this game here, or you still have a chance. However, if I hold you here, these seven pieces of yours will be in my pocket! Go! Bar!"

Guan Xiong pointed and pointed, quite proud of it.

He has been immersed in this way for hundreds of years, and he has quite a lot of experience.Su Mo has only been around for 20 years. Although he is making rapid progress, he is a student of Guan Xiong, so how can he be his opponent?
However, Su Mo sneered.He just didn't follow Guan Xiong's moves.Instead, in the lower left corner, the sunspot in his hand fell.

prick!
"Huh?" Guan Xiong looked at it and couldn't help being furious, "Su Mo, you are messing around. Even if you can do this job with this thorn, your stomach is empty and you have lost a lot of fertile soil. If you drop this word, you will lose everything , there is almost no turning point!"

Guan Xiong was very angry, as if he was reprimanding a disobedient student.

But Mr. Ge was so angry!
"Hehe!" Su Mo sneered, then waved his hand, and directly surrendered, "Guan Xiong, I know that there is no chance of turning around, and I will definitely die. But, I will do it like this. How?"

"Why?" Guan Xiong asked.

"Hehe! Because, I am willing!" Su Mo kept sneering, "I, Su Mo, just want to play my own chess. Life and death are no longer within the scope of my thinking."

Su Mo looked at Guan Xiong and said again: "Just now, I have entered the dead end of your move. If you ask about life and death, I can only follow what you said, but the result is still dead? If this is the case, why should I act according to your idea?" Chess? That will only increase your satisfaction and fun!"

"I play my own game, I have my own fun!" Su Mo looked at Guan Xiong and said mockingly, "Fatty man, it's so fun to see you in a rage. Although I lost, I am very happy!"

"Hahaha—haha—"

Su Mo couldn't help laughing.

And Guan Xiong's face was flushed red with anger, but his eyes were full of helplessness.

"Guan Xiong, I, Su Mo, will not be anyone's pawn!"

Laugh!

The corner of Su Mo's mouth curled coldly, then he stood up and looked at a few children playing in the distance with his hands behind his back.At that moment, there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Ugh!"

Guan Xiong shook his head and sighed deeply.

After the five rounds of the bone war, Su Mo's temperament has changed drastically.

Indifferent, deep and self.

Because, the wind wheel died; because, he killed Mu Jinghong himself; because, he lied to him too much in vain.

Because, Su Mo thinks that nothing can happen at all.

What grudges?What holy wheel ancestral training?What sentient beings live and die?In Su Mo's eyes, the Wulun Sect and the Bone Sect have staged farces and deceptions together.

Since the divine calamity comes out, everything can be suppressed!So why bother?
Su Mo's thoughts are simple and extreme.

But that's how it is.What is simple and effective may not be desirable at the time.many complexities, among them,

It seems that the end of life is actually death; so is there no need to live?All experiences and processes are the paintbrush of love and hatred, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

If there are no twists and turns, how can there be excitement?
Although Su Mo didn't understand the choice of Bailai and Guan Xiong, or even the choice of Fenglun, they were all right.

At the same time, Su Mo was not wrong.

In fact, he doesn't want any wind wheel empowerment, he can give up his cultivation of soul transformation.He still hopes that the wind wheel is all there; Mu Jinghong is still the same senior sister who is as cold as frost and snow, but can be shy occasionally.

However, in that case, time would stand still.

Su Mo thought about these problems for nearly a hundred years before he gradually let go of them.

There is probably nothing wrong with anyone.

However, Su Mo is no longer the Su Mo he used to be.

He wants to go completely his own way.

As he said, he's nobody's pawn.

After five rounds of battle, he woke up from the endless darkness.Then, many strange sounds and pictures appeared in his mind.

That song, that plum blossom, and that fragmented sea of ​​stars.

Su Mo must not be just Su Mo.

Therefore, he wanted to be promoted to God's Tribulation, he wanted to leave the Bone Continent, and he wanted to start looking for his true self.

Therefore, he first went to the Temple of Bulao!

(End of this chapter)