Chapter 935: "Ask the Heart" Hosted by Huaguang Temple

The mountain road was rugged, and the Wenxin Road was winding upwards. Wen Xi walked peacefully, just like the feeling he gave people in the past.

Even though he is now serving in the Ministry of Punishment, his predecessor, the number one scholar, still gives people a gentle and jade-like feeling. The good cultivation of a noble son of aristocratic family makes him look elegant and graceful.

The young ladies walking on the road to ask the heart would look at him secretly with blushing faces from time to time while standing and resting. Even though they didn't know who he was, they were still fascinated by his charm.

Wen Xichi looked calm, but what was calm was just his face. After standing still for a moment, he looked towards the stairs extending upwards, turning a blind eye to the looks of the shy and timid girls around him, and then slowly but firmly walked towards Go up.

Asking about the path of his heart, it was not the first time for him to take this path. In fact, he would take this path every time he went to Huaguang Temple.

Questioning your heart? He really came here to inquire about his heart this time. He asked the abbot of Huaguang Temple to inquire about his "heart"!

He went up step by step, and this time he never stopped, as if he didn't know he was tired. His feet were as steady as when he first went up the mountain, and then he steadily stepped onto the last step.

"Third Young Master, the host is already waiting for you!" A young monk stood on top and saluted Wen Xichi with a smile. He had been waiting here for a long time.

"Is the host available at this time?" Wen Xichi nodded and asked as he walked inside.

"The host said that the Third Young Master is here, so there is no room!" Although the monk is young, he already has a Zen-like atmosphere. He clasped his hands and smiled, and followed Wen Xichi.

The abbot of Huaguang Temple is highly respected and cannot be met just by wanting to see him, nor can he ask for it just because of his power. But Wen Xichi is different. He and the abbot of Huaguang Temple have been friends for many years. Of course the monks from Guang Temple would look at him.

This high opinion has something to do with his talent and learning, but has nothing to do with his family background.

The abbot of Huaguang Temple met Wen Xichi in a remote Buddhist monastery. There was a chessboard between them. After the ceremony, Wen Xichi sat down. The abbot smiled slightly and dropped a piece from his hand.

"This is an unfinished game from last time, but it's the opposite!" The abbot of Huaguang Temple looks to be in his sixties or seventies. He is very kind-hearted. The corners of his eyes are raised, and his eyes seem to be ethereal and see through everything. He has long eyebrows. Between the falls, there is a kind of leisurely atmosphere that is different from the worldly atmosphere.

This attitude is somewhat similar to Wen Xichi's, but if you look carefully, it's not very similar.

Both of them are different, but Wen Xichibi is still in the mortal world, and there is still some difference between him and the abbot of Huaguang Temple. His status as a young master from a wealthy family gives him an air of elegance and fireworks, unlike the abbot of Huaguang Temple. This feeling of complete alienation, when looking at you, it is as if he is not looking at you, and it doesn't seem like he is looking at you or looking through you.

Anyone who is around the abbot of Huaguang Temple will feel like they have been seen through.

Wen Xichi was very comfortable following the move. No matter why this game was played like this, it was the endgame between him and the host, but now the two people's positions were reversed!

Originally, he should be sitting in the host's position now. He was sitting like this last time. Now the two people have changed positions, and he is playing the chess piece played by the host.

"The chess game has its opposites, and so do people!" Seeing that Wen Xichi didn't speak, the host of Huaguang Temple added with a smile.

Wen Xichi's hand trembled, and a chess piece originally held between his fingers fell down, and it happened to land in an open space. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the chess piece. This was not the place he had chosen.

However, his hand was blocked by the abbot of Huaguang Temple with a smile: "Donor Wen San, the chess piece has fallen. You can't pick it up again."

"Master, this was originally a misunderstanding. I accidentally dropped it!" Wen Xichi explained helplessly. He was shocked by the host's words and lost his peace of mind.

"You have no regrets when you make a move. Donor Wen can't regret it even if he wants to!" The host smiled and dropped the chess piece in his hand, which happened to interrupt the good situation that Wen Xichi was forming just now. Any hesitation.

"Master, you have learned how to quibble now!" Wen Xichi looked at the old monk who was cheating and rubbed his forehead with a headache. The old monk who was regarded as a fairy by others was actually a very scoundrel in playing chess. Of course, this matter Others don't know it yet, only Wen Xichi encounters him from time to time.

"You will have no regrets if you raise your hand. The same is true for the chess game and the same is true for life!" The host smiled kindly, but the meaning of these words made Wen Xichi put down the chess piece in his hand. He did have something to do when he went up the mountain today.

"Master, is it possible to live this life?" This sentence was something he had thought about repeatedly for a while. Dreams, reality, and many strange thoughts emerged from his mind, making it difficult for him to deal with matters related to Shao Wanru again and again. Find out whether it is true or false!

"Donor Wen is upset!" Another chess piece fell by the host, catching up with Wen Xichi's previous chess piece. In the past, Wen Xichi's chess skills were better than the host, but now the host saw that there was hope for victory, and he became more and more The smile became gentle.

Wen Xichi did not make a move this time, and frowned in distress, looking at the host of Huaguang Temple: "Master, I have dreams, and I am always entangled with a woman I am not familiar with. It seems that between me and her... once There was some kind of fate, but now, I am still not familiar with her!"

Wenxi Chi Road.

These few sentences are a summary of things that he has been unable to figure out recently. They seem to be very familiar, and they seem to be two people who should be very close to each other. However, the real situation is that they are not familiar with each other. It can even be said that they have nothing to do with each other. But he When I saw Chu Liuchen marrying Shao Wanru, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

That irritating and uncomfortable feeling, as if someone had stolen the thing you cared about most.

He couldn't explain it clearly, but it was definitely this feeling. After watching Shao Wanru marry into Prince Chen's house that day, Wen Xichi had been in this state, which almost kept him awake at night. During the day, whenever he was free, Just thinking about this, he wondered if he had missed something, or perhaps he had forgotten something.

After asking everyone around me, no one knew anything about Miss Shao Wu. Although she was a close neighbor, the woman's inner courtyard and outer courtyard were originally different. What's more, Shao Wanru only entered the Xingguo Hou Mansion later. I'm not familiar with the Prime Minister's Mansion, so I won't go to Prime Minister Wen's Mansion for no reason.

"The past life has a predestined relationship, and this life has a present fate. The past is gone, and it is difficult to recover it!" the host of Huaguang Temple said with a smile.

The meaning of these words made Wen Xichi frown even more tightly, and then he put down the chess pieces in his hands casually, stretched out his hand and asked the host of Huaguang Temple.

He grabbed another chess piece in his hand, put it down and filled it in one place.

"Donor Wen, this chess piece belongs to the poor monk, you misplaced it!" the abbot of Huaguang Temple laughed, picked up the chess piece that Wen Xichi had just photographed from the surrounding area, and then placed it in another place. , "This is how you can survive! If I had been in the position of Donor Wen just now, the poor monk would not be able to recover, and neither would Donor Wen!"

Hearing what the host of Huaguang Temple said, Wen Xichi also turned his attention to the chessboard. Only then did he realize that the position where he had casually snatched the chess piece from the host of Huaguang Temple and photographed it turned out to be a famous endgame. This endgame has been played by two people before, and it was a deadlock.

If we can't solve the problem, it will remain confusing. If the stalemate continues, the result will be no win but no loss.

He curved his lips with a wry smile, and said in a low-spirited voice, "The deadlock is not bad, no win or no loss. If you can't say no, you can take a good pause!"

"Sometimes a stalemate can be said to be a pause, or it can be said to be a lose-lose situation. If a third party comes, the stalemate will be a dead end!" the host of Huaguang Temple said unhurriedly.

Wen Xichi's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the abbot of Huaguang Temple: "A deadlock, both sides suffer?"

"Chess games are like life, each one is different. One game of chess does not rule the world, but it can be compared to life. If there is a stalemate, both sides will lose. You can take it away and find a way out. Since you are not suitable for this position, give up this position. Let the one who is more suitable be there!" The host's words became more Zen-like, and his smile became more leisurely.

Wen Xichi's breathing suddenly became rapid. He raised his eyes and looked at the host of Huaguang Temple excitedly. He stretched out his hand and suddenly touched the chess game. He also stood up and said, "Since there is a mistake in the chess game, let's start over. Can...can we play it over again?"

Having said this, Wen Xichi's eyes were blazing and passionate, and the strange thought made his breathing become excited.

"There is a saying in the chess game. If it can be played over, it may not be the same chess game as before. The chess game has changed. Even if it is no longer a deadlock, the people are no longer old friends!" The host of Huaguang Temple seemed not to see Wen Xichi's eyes. With great expectation, he slowly picked up the messed up chess pieces.

Wen Xichi's face suddenly turned pale, and the blood that had been rolling violently just now suddenly became empty. He pressed his hand on the chess board, and his eyes seemed to have frozen: "Substitution in the chess game?"

"Since there is no way to go, if the chess game is changed, the people can also be changed!" The smile on the host's face faded a little, and his eyes became gentler. "Now that the game has been repeated, the past can no longer be pursued!"

"What if we forcefully chase him?" Wen Xichi said in a hoarse voice unwillingly.

"Go against heaven!" the host said slowly.

"Wouldn't it be against the will of the gods again?" Wen Xichi asked urgently, holding the chessboard tightly with his fingers, as if he was grasping the most important thing. Even if the chess game was in chaos, he was unwilling to let go.

"It's natural to start over again, so the price to pay is very high!" The host looked at the chessboard in front of him, his eyebrows darkened, his fingers trembled slightly, then he shook his head, pinched the bottom of his sleeves with his fingers, and shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible...this...impossible..."

"If...if it's possible...what conditions are required?" Wen Xichi took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the host of Huaguang Temple again, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked slowly!