Marshal, your vest is off

Chapter 115 Playing Chess
"It's better to be removed from the list than to lose your life." Zhao Ningbai said in confusion.

Cheng Qing opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling: "Xiao Ning'er, everyone has different ideas. If they cherish their lives, they won't become a killer."

Zhao Ningbai was shocked, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Cheng Qing closed her eyes again, as long as there are some things for her to think about, a person who can reflect is better than a person who has been digging into a dead end.

Zhao Wuyan didn't know what he was thinking, he was wandering around.

When the calm in the carriage returned, only the turning of the wheels and the sound of horseshoes could be heard again.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Cheng Qing and others finally arrived at Foguang Temple.

As soon as Cheng Qing got off the carriage, a young novice came in to report.

Bai Xiuyuan walked to her side, watched her looking at the temple in a daze, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about? You are so dazed."

Cheng Qing curled his lips and said, "It's nothing."

He didn't believe that she had nothing to do, but she didn't say anything, so he stopped asking and told her everything along the way in a low voice.

In addition to the initial killer, there were others following behind.

But it's all under surveillance.

The process of Cheng Qing's murder will probably be reported back and become known to everyone.

"Don't be afraid. Since I exposed my martial arts, those people's thoughts have nothing to do with me."

A young novice monk came out of the temple, put his palms together and saluted them, and said, "All donors, please go to the Zen room to rest. Donor Cheng, the abbot invites you."

The little novice monk's words made everyone focus on Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing nodded with a smile and said politely: "Young Master, please take us to the meditation room."

"Come with me." The little novice bowed again and led them in.

Cheng Qing suddenly thought of something, pulled Qiu Yan over, and said, "You can go to the prison temple here with the 10 taels of silver notes later, and tell them that it is for sesame oil money."

Qiu Yan nodded, "Okay."

The fan in Bai Xiuyuan's hand fell on Puyu's body and said: "You can take 10 taels later. Don't let Qiu Yan give that money to this temple."

Puyu glanced at him in confusion, but still respectfully agreed.

……

The green bamboos are green, walking on the path in the bamboo forest, the sound of the wind blowing is everywhere, a rare tranquility, Cheng Qing truly felt the long-lost peace deep in his heart.

It seemed that at this moment, no mortal world could disturb her.

After bypassing several bamboo forests, under a pavilion, Cheng Qing saw Master Huiji, the abbot of Foguang Temple.

She walked over.

When Master Abbot saw her, he frowned slightly, sighed, and said, "Donor Cheng has committed murder again."

"Master Abbot, if possible, I don't want to create such a thing as murder." Cheng Qing walked up to him with a smile, put his hands together and saluted.

"Donor, please sit down." The abbot made a gesture of invitation.

"Master please."

They both sat down.

Cheng Qing had seen the chessboard on the table a long time ago, and now he sat down and couldn't help but smile: "Master has prepared it a long time ago and is just waiting for me to come."

The abbot chuckled and said, "Donor please."

"Are you sure that I will play?" Cheng Qing opened the chess box, touched two black stones, and played with them with a smile.

"It's not an accurate calculation. It was the chess cocoon on Donor Cheng's hand that told me that the benefactor is a person who can play chess, and he can't help but know how to play chess. He is also a good player." The abbot smiled softly, his eyebrows slightly closed, and he was quite compassionate. .After hearing what he said, Cheng Qing couldn't help but look at his hand, and there was indeed a chess cocoon on his hand.

She had practiced martial arts and done heavy work for so many years, and the calluses on her hands had grown again and again. Almost all of them were old calluses. Even she couldn't tell where they were and why they were left behind. She didn't expect that the abbot could see them at a glance. Right.

Cheng Qing said with a smile: "The abbot is amazing, he can even observe such subtle things. However, I am not obsessed with sunspots. The ancients said: 'I am old, I am old, and I am old.' You need to respect the elders."

With that said, he pushed Heizi towards the abbot, and he put Baizi in front of him.

"Frivolous." The abbot snorted, but he really didn't mean to blame him.

"No, no, no." Cheng Qing shook his head and said with a smile: "Playing chess with the master is not about winning or losing, but about experience. This time Cheng Qing is just asking for advice. He doesn't care about winning or losing, so how can he be frivolous?"

"Well said, since this is the case, the old monk also asked the benefactor for advice." The abbot said.

Cheng Qing smiled and said, "Please."

The abbot's son landed at the corner, and soon Cheng Qing followed suit.

The two were chasing each other closely, and the abbot couldn't help but become serious.

Cheng Qing looked up at him and said, "Master Abbot, if Cheng Qing is lucky enough to win, can you do something for Cheng Qing?"

"Since this is what the donor wants to do, it must concern the family, the country, and the world. How can I sit back and ignore it?" The abbot said as he dropped his son.

Cheng Qing took a look and said with a smile: "Master's move is aggressive. If Cheng Qing doesn't like to take advantage of others, I will be the master and bet on this game."

After saying this, Cheng Qing fell down.

With a "snap", the original situation has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Bai Zi, who was retreating step by step until he was about to die, suddenly came to life and instantly changed from passive to active, forcing Heizi to counterattack instead of defend.

Master Abbot's expression became solemn in an instant, and he fell down again.

Cheng Qing took advantage of the situation and took another step.

After another four or five steps, to the abbot, this time seemed like half a century had passed.

The last piece could no longer fall. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat with his sleeve and said: "I lost. The donor's chess skills are unfathomable. No one can compare with me."

Cheng Qing pinched the chess piece and said with a smile: "The master's attainments are not low, but Cheng Qing has learned the art of war and knows some tricks, so the master was defeated."

The abbot put down his two sons and saluted Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing returned the gift.

The abbot said: "The donor is humble, and he also pays attention to the overall situation on the chessboard. In this regard, the donor is better than me. If I lose at your hands, I am convinced."

Cheng Qing smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to his words.

The abbot continued: "Let's get down to business, what does the benefactor want me to do?"

Cheng Qing slowly told him his plan.

After an incense stick of time, the abbot finally figured out what she was going to do, and how important it was to do it.

The abbot nodded and said, "Donor Cheng, don't worry. I'm here to watch. Even the emperor can't break in."

Cheng Qing was surprised by his arrogance. He was the emperor. Once he was angered, wouldn't the temple be demolished immediately?

Seeing her surprise, the abbot smiled and explained: "Foguang Temple was built by Emperor Taizu. When the temple was built, Master Ruzhi, the first abbot, predicted that if the temple was destroyed, the country would be destroyed."

Cheng Qing was about to say that the emperor didn't seem to be a Buddhist, when he heard the abbot add one last sentence.

"Besides, Foguang Temple is a martial arts temple."

(End of this chapter)