Western Ox-He Continent, Right Sound Dharma Temple.
Nearly all of Right Sound Dharma Temple had been torn down. Only the main hall remained; everywhere else had been reduced to broken rubble and was being rebuilt.
It had been spared not because Chen Baiqing had a soft heart or a gentle hand.
Rather, Right Sound Dharma Temple's former abbot still remained within it.
The old monk, once a Buddha, lightly held a Go stone between his fingers, his gaze thoughtful as he looked ahead in anticipation.
Playing against this Buddha was Yuyang Daozi.
The position on the Go board was hardly complicated. He could essentially play anywhere-even tossing the stone up and letting it land on the board would do.
Yet over this position, the Buddha had deliberated for nearly two hours.
Yuyang Daozi was growing impatient, his gaze repeatedly sweeping up and down the old monk, who sat motionless with a calm expression and a stone between his fingers.
Had this old monk entered meditation?
If he didn't want to play, he didn't have to. What was the point of sitting frozen there?
Yuyang Daozi waited a little longer before asking:
"Why haven't you played? Is something on your mind, senior?"
At this, the old monk raised his gaze and looked around the small main hall, seeming to come to a realization.
"I simply never imagined that the Great Hero Hall would keep me trapped here for most of my life... It has been a long time since I had the chance to simply chat with outsiders as I have these past few days."
Hearing this, Yuyang Daozi decisively tossed the stone in his hand into its bowl.
He had thought the old monk was pondering the game, only to discover he was pondering life.
There was simply no playing