The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 179, ending in frenzied joy
Inside the chessboard, you don't know the age and time, and you don't know how time flies.In the cup of time, there are only Taoists, old people, and chessboards.

How long has it been?

Duan Hongye doesn't know anymore, he only knows that it has been a long, long time
He recalled how he got the chessboard.

He's a playboy with a great father, and he's his father's eldest son.

Eating, drinking, gambling, he has everything, indulges in sensuality, and takes pleasure as the basis.

Apart from eating, drinking, and gambling, his favorite thing is to play chess, which is one of the few hobbies he has put on the table.

He doesn't care about warlord politics or state affairs.

He only wanted to indulge himself for the rest of his life, and he restrained himself a little until his father's downfall.

But even if his father has fallen, he is still a 'son'. Life is always better than others, and he has more inheritance to squander.

After going to Taiwan Island, he encountered something that changed the rest of his life.

A chessboard, an ancient chessboard from nowhere.

There is also an old man who is about to be buried in the ground, wearing an ancient costume, with a decomposing posture and face.

He said his name was Ma Suiming.

At that time, the old man said to Duan Hongye.

"Bet with me, bet everything on the board, if you win, you will get a lot, if you lose, hey, you have nothing."

"it is good!"

Bet, draw.

It is Duan Hongye's favorite thing.

The addition of the two is double the happiness.

As for everything that exists?He didn't care, there was nothing he cared more about than betting on a draw.

Later, Duan Hongye won.

The man named Ma Suiming was surprisingly calm, but there was a kind of peace like relief, and then he handed over the chessboard to him, and also talked about the magic of the chessboard.

Relying on using this chessboard to gamble his life, he won an unbelievable lifespan. From the Republic of China to the present, he has witnessed many, many things.

Now I still want to live longer, so I came out to 'hunt' life yuan.

But just as the Taoist in front of him said, although he was perseveringly looking for his opponent and won a lot of lifespan, why, his body was getting older.

Is it because the soul has decayed?

Then why, why can you live so long!

You who are as old as this chessboard, why can you live until now!And still maintain a healthy, youthful appearance.

Could it be that your soul will not decay with the years?
Really, so enviable.

I, Duan Hongye, have never been unable to get what I want.

Except for life and youth.
"I really want to do it again."

Duan Hongye's body gradually became dry, and finally turned into debris on the ground
When he died, he still wanted to gamble.

Still thinking about indulging in life, sensuality.

Up to now, Li Wei only has a calm expression, with a stick in his hand, without a glance.

Finally, patter, the chess piece landed on the board.

Chess game, end.

The space within the entire chessboard also began to collapse.

How long have you been thinking about this move?In fact, it is not as vicissitudes as Duan Hongye thought.

Ichimoku only took half a month.

It has been a hundred years since Duan Hongye hinted to himself.

Li Wei did not really experience the millennium as Duan Hongye imagined.

However, immortality is a long way to go, if you don't have the patience of a thousand years, you will not be able to achieve a positive result.

This is a must-have feature.

At this time, the space created by the chessboard also disappeared and ruptured, and the body appeared in a villa in the suburbs.

This self-built Chinese-style garden villa has an antique flavor, and it has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, and no one has set foot here for a long time.

The waterwheel that was supposed to flow on the small bridge has long been dilapidated and decayed, and the artificial stream that flows on it has also dried up for an unknown number of years.

Dust is all over here.

In the deepest study in the villa.

Next to it is the chessboard, and on the opposite side of the chessboard is a weathered corpse.

Not long ago, beside this chessboard, there was something that could barely be called a 'person'.

I was yelling before I died, let's do it again——

The frenzy and joy that had been throughout his life died abruptly in his decaying body and spirit.

"Longevity is not just the longevity of the body. It is impossible for the spirit, soul, and will to keep up."

This was what Li Wei said to Duan Hongye, and also to himself.

The immortality of the body will only breed into a pile of useless mud, and the only way is to decay.

Li Wei looked at the rotten mud in front of him, and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

This chessboard is made of ancient rock, and the patterns on the chessboard are very rough.

But it contains an unknown amount of ancient charm.

After losing his previous master, Duan Hongye, his aura became even more domineering.

God chooses a person, when he was previously possessed by a person whose belief in life is to eat, drink, gamble, smoke opium, and indulge in pleasure, his aura was very weak.

The fetish is self-defiled.

Now it is shining again.

At this time, Li Wei once again called out the breath of Qing Zu.

This time Qingzu's aura was much weaker, presumably the aura remaining on this feather was almost exhausted.

"It's the breath of my era."

Qingzu was in a trance, feeling the aura emanating from the chessboard.

Lian Shang showed a little nostalgic color.

The past was also an era of loneliness, but it also left a lot of memories, living memories in this world.

"The chessboard is his."

Li Wei sat in front of the chessboard, and the withered corpse opposite him disappeared with the wind, dust returning to dust.

Touching the chessboard, the aura on it came from thousands of years ago, pulling Li Wei's thoughts back to the past.

In the final analysis, it is an ancient thing, with its ancient atmosphere and remaining charm.

A puff of smoke drifted past.

The sun was shining on Li Wei's face, and Li Wei was in the wild.

Beside the bonfire, facing the stone chessboard, sat a man wearing a yellow crown and a black robe.

He was rubbing his chin, looking at the chessboard, but more importantly, he was looking at the man in front of him and Li Wei with interest.

"Who are you and why did you appear in front of me?"

For the man in front of him, the cloth on his body was as exquisite as a heavenly garment.

Outer clothes.

Li Wei just said frankly.

"Mingche, the poor way is clear."

"Mingche, surname Ming, name withdrawal? What a weird name." The man rubbed his chin, looked at the surrounding environment, and was also surprised, so he said, "Could it be that you are a god from beyond the sky?"

Maybe this is the only way to explain the 'celestial clothes' on his body and the strange environment around him.

Perhaps, he is in the dream of the gods?
Li Wei was noncommittal.

The man said frankly.

"I am Yi Qi Fangxun."

Yi Qi Fangxun.

Is his name.

In later generations, his posthumous title.

For Yao.

(End of this chapter)