114 The Horse Carriage in Crisscrossed Streets (2/2)
Sages, sacred items, Tianqi, and No Rules—these words echoed within the narrow space at the top of Wanyan Tower. Even the Masters of the Tang Empire and the skilled Buddhas could not help falling into a long period of silence when they were confronted with these extraordinary existences.
”The 13th year of the Tianqi era... wasn't really peaceful.”
Following a gentle sigh, Li Qingshan turned around to look outside at the sky that was separated into several palm-sized parts by the glass window. He watched the floating clouds and those noisy birds, and then leisurely said, ”Nothing serious, but some disturbing trifles. I'm thinking whether I should practice some divination.”
”Buddhists cultivate mediation rather than life.” Monk Huang Yang watched his back and calmly added, ”I never believe in such things like divination. Don't forget how great a disturbance was created after the Imperial Astronomer finished observing stars that year. It seems the review that 'Night covers the stars; the country will be in turmoil' is really absurd today.”
Li Qingshan observed the clouds and then indifferently said, ”The movement of the clouds and stars seems to be random, but is actually not. In your life, sometimes you find it ridiculous to predict destiny. But as time goes by, it will eventually be found that what is ridiculous is not the prediction, but the destiny itself.”
”Master, although what you said is right, please remember the comments that the divine priest from West-Hill gave you while he was imparting Taoism to you. He said that you have to sacrifice your life to obtain the ability of observing the sky. Comments on observing the stars from the Imperial Astronomer provoked innumerable disturbances at that time, and Her Majesty begged you to practice divination in order to keep herself innocent, but you refused. Do you really want to shorten your life expectancy today just because of the turmoil and premonition in your heart?”
”Nature's mystery is unpredictable. I'd like to witness the prosperity of the Tang Empire for a few extra years, so I won't painstakingly shorten my predestined lifespan.” Li Qingshan slowly furrowed his eyebrows, and watched those lively stall keepers ”yo-heave-ho” outside the temple and under the tower. He said, ”Even at the cost of a serious illness, I still want to see what kind of variables have fallen on this chessboard.”
Monk Huang Yang sighed in his heart, without trying to stop his fellow any longer. He moved the Buddhist scriptures, pens, and ink away in order to take out black and white chess pieces and a chessboard from the box and placed them on the writing desk.
Li Qingshan turned around to walk to the side of the desk, and just flicked his sleeves to grab two handfuls of black and white chess pieces. He threw them freely on the chessboard, rather than making complicated and enigmatic spellcasting actions.
Dozens of matte chess pieces hit and rolled on the wooden chessboard, making a crispy sound. They did not quiet down for a very long time, and in accordance with the decree of destiny, they silently fell onto their own positions without moving anymore.
Li Qingshan and Monk Huang Yang gazed simultaneously at a black chess piece on the board. This chess piece was not confined to the straight line, Tengen, and square grids and just fell askew somewhere random but strange.
The horizontal and vertical lines on the chessboard were like crisscrossed streets in the world. The chess pieces were like travelers and horse carriages, which stayed in the intersection talking and discussing together like old friends or enemies, and which would not meet each other again after drinking two cups of tea, peaceful or contentious as usual.
There was only one horse carriage lying in the middle of the broad avenue without moving forward or backward, without greeting its peers, or colliding to break through everything. It was just silently blocking.
It was this block that immediately made the crisscrossed streets a different situation—where people marching south or west could not continue their travels; where enemies who wanted to draw knives against each other could not meet in person; where lovers who were deeply attached to each other could not embrace; where friends became strangers; and where disputes became confusing.
”Are these the variations on the chessboard?”
Looking at the black chess piece and the silent horse carriage in the vertical and horizontal streets, Li Qingshan's expression was as calm as ever. But his face quickly turned pale at a visible speed, as if he was suffering a serious illness right at that moment.
A dead silence descended on the top of Wanyan Tower, and no one knew how long it had lasted. Yet it was eventually broken by Li Junshan's hoarse and tired voice, from which no sorrow or joy could be discerned.
”This variable... is about to die.”
Upon hearing this, Monk Huang Yang was a little astonished as he watched the black chess piece slowly getting crossed with a merciful expression on his face.
Just then, Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows, and a hint of something different flashed through his eyes. ”No, more variables have appeared,” he added.
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The darkness was approaching, the summer had not retreated, and the cicadas outside of the window were still chirping. Silence prevailed on the second floor of the old library in the Academy. The delicate and tenuous female professor by the eastern window had left, while the seriously injured and dying lad under the western window was still sitting there, leaning against the wall. He looked pale with closed eyes as if he would fall into some permanent dark and sweet dreams in the next moment.
A few spaces ahead were rows of bookshelves against the wall. The complex ornamentation at the side of the bookshelves slightly brightened, and then silently slipped away. A moment later, a fat lad wearing the summer robe of the Academy squeezed over.
When the fat lad was just about to crouch his body with difficulty to pull out Wu Shanyang's Theory on Hoaran Sword from the bottom of the bookshelf, he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and his white and tender complexion conveyed a trace of suspicion, and then he turned around.
Seeing the motionless lad who seemed to be asleep by the wall, he exclaimed, with furrowed eyebrows gradually stretching out and his thick lips smacking, ”When has the guy who was more desperate than Ning Que come to the Academy?”