"But now, with Buddhism’s montum strong, it’s ti for Da Yue to lend a hand to the Dao Sect, whether it’s the east wind prevailing over the west or the other way around—that’s not what we’d want to see, eh~"
The middle-aged literati smiled amiably as he placed a piece, unexpectedly slaughtering a large dragon belonging to the player of the black stones, the Commander of the Red Fla Army.
"Pah, what’s this nonsense about great montum!"
"Is Dragon Tiger Mountain under the impression that by not taking action, you won’t lose, and if you don’t lose, it ans you win, and by never taking action, you keep on winning?"
"A man lives on his breath, and without that breath, how can he turn the tables? Always delaying, has Dragon Tiger Mountain risen? I think it’s unlikely~"
"The once glorious Dao Sect now has no one to stand firm, how lantable indeed."
"Eh, Brother Feng, the situation is changing, I see a rather interesting youngster, who might just turn the tide." The Commander of the Red Fla Army suddenly changed his tone, wiped the board clean, "I’ll stop here, I’m at a bit of a disadvantage, let’s call it a draw. Let’s focus our attention, Brother Feng."
The crowd, sparse in their applause amidst the Dao sect mbers, parted like the tide, and under the attention of thousands, a tall Daoist with a hangdog expression climbed onto the high platform.
Yi Chen had never imagined that he would end up watching the drama unfold upon his own head.
Finding the consecutive defeats of the Dao Sect lineage uninteresting, he was ready to leave with a bag of lon seeds in hand.
However, just as he was about to make his move, he was stopped by a solemn voice.
Shen Hui’s call for "Taoist Yi Chengzi to co onto the stage for a chat" put him directly under the spotlight.
Feeling the gazes of everyone around him converging on himself, Yi Chen’s gaze involuntarily turned cold.
He had been careless.
Among the Dao Sect mbers present, with Zhang Daoyi not stepping forward, he had unwittingly beco the foremost na on the Dragon Tiger List of the Dao Sect.
Now he was the elephant in the room, impossible to miss—even if he wished to hide, he could not escape those seeking to use him as a stepping stone.
"Taoist friend Yi, where is your stage?" Shen Hui asked with a smile, his eyes deep, a fleeting hint of triumph flashing through his gaze.
With Zhang Daoyi of Dragon Tiger Mountain withdrawing from the battle, it seed fitting to use this newly-risen Dao Sect talent as a footnote to this lecture.
Such an ending would be perfect.
Shen Hui was all smiles and geniality, yet he was unaware that he had provoked the wrong person.
Standing before him now was, a top general among Tieba’s ’Five Tigers,’ a Zhihu new user just off the plane, a Q keyboard sage with both parents still alive after ten years in Zu’an, leader of a bot army, ppt expert, the sickle-wielder, champion of the 23rd Internet Blowhard Contest... Yi Taoist, adept in human nature.
Yi Taoist’s Mini-Classroom is in session!
When you’re faced with soone else’s challenging questions, an appropriate counter-question not only reverses the attack but also gives you space to think~
"Master Shen Hui, where is your stage?" Yi Chen retorted with a cold smile, sticking out his chest.
Shen Hui was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Yi Chen’s response.
"Naturally, it’s one of the Three Great Mountains of the world—Mount Daguangming, soaring three thousand zhang high, shining boundless light!" Shen Hui replied proudly.
"That’s all?"
"I have three rooms, supported by eight mountains, surrounded by oceans that shield all sides, with myriad beings as roof-beams, my roof covered by the blue sky, leak-free for many years, forming karmic bonds, an earthly path to becoming immortal." In his past life, Yi Chen never lost a quarrel though he might have lost fistfights, his verbal jab made Shen Hui’s face twist in anger.
At this mont, Shen Hui knew he’d encountered a tough opponent.
Watching this, the Dao Sect mbers felt a shot of adrenaline, clapping and cheering with renewed vigor.
Unwittingly, Yi Chen had beco the Dao Sect’s lifeline.
"Amitabha, Taoist is truly extraordinary, I seek your guidance," Shen Hui said seriously.
"How should one deal with those who slander , bully , insult , laugh at , belittle , look down on , deceive ?"
"And how would Master deal with it?" Yi Chen grinned widely, revealing eight shiny teeth.
A true Saint never scrimps on using the sa move twice, as long as it works.
As long as Shen Hui dared to retort, Yi Chen would turn this scripture session into a farce, answering question with question.
Co on~ hurt each other~
Co on~ make an effort~
Taoist Yi can afford to lose face, but Master, if you argue like this with , doesn’t it lower your dignity?
This is an overt plot, as convoluted as a nine-folded intestine—a top-level sche.
If you don’t answer , you can’t counter my move; if you do, you’ve fallen into my trap.
Atop the Golden Moon Tower, the middle-aged literati wearing a python robe stared at Yi Chen in the bronze mirror with an expression like he’d seen a ghost, having sensed Yi Chen’s intention, he muttered: "Commander, who is this man? The Dao Sect has such talent..."
"Really... really... a dog, indeed."
The Commander of the Red Fla Army laughed heartily: "This kid truly has talent."
"It seems he’s gotten even more robust since the last ti I saw him, really impressive, he has such vigor~ Worthy of one I’ve taken a liking to."
"My old Yan’s eye for talent grows sharper by the day."
Qian Yueru stopped nibbling her dragon eel, also standing before the mirror, muttering to the tall Daoist in the reflection: "Supported by eight mountains, encircled by oceans shielding all sides, myriad beings as roof-beams, roofing the blue sky."
"Taoist, are you saying the whole world is your stage, is this your assertion of dominance?"
"Worthy of you, Yi Taoist, my father even told to keep my distance from you, how does he know of our shared dominance~"
Shen Hui’s face turned red as if he had swallowed a fly, twitching at the corners of his mouth, clearly realizing Yi Chen’s malicious intent.
After a mont of silence, he steeled himself and swallowed the bitter pill.
"I will bear him, yield to him, let him be, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, and in a few more years, I will see where he stands," Shen Hui said indifferently.
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