571 You Can Be White If You Want To Be (2/2)

So long as Sangsang doesn't become an old nun with an evil face like Quni Madi, to cure her illness, Ning Que was willing to accept any other price. He was relieved with those words as he said without hesitation, ”Master, please.”

Please what? Naturally, it wasn't for him to sit down but to ask Master Qishan to impart Buddhism to Sangsang.

Even though there were many mantras in the back of the of the Academy's mountain, Ning Que understood that since Master had allowed him to bring Sangsang to the Lanke Temple, only Master Qishan could become Sangsang's master.

Sangsang and he had much chemistry and upon hearing this, she knelt on the futon and bowed to Master Qishan.

Master Qishan laughed heartily and said, ”At my dying age, I still have a chance to accept such an extraordinary disciple... Buddhism banished greed, but thinking of the fact that my name might be recorded in mantras due to this disciple and spread for generations, my calm heart that hasn't been tainted by any external things for a long time is a little agitated.”

Ning Que said in an extremely good mood, ”Guan Hai had his final disciple position stolen from him. He might be even more annoyed.”

Master Qishan laughed and said, ”I really have no idea why the Headmaster accepted such a mischievous student like you.”

Ning Que laughed and said, ”He is always angry at me for messing up his beard; he can't do anything about it.”

The laughter subsided as the cave grew quiet again.

Master Qishan looked at Sangsang and said, ”Countless years ago, The Great Zen Master's gifted wife rose and accepted the intelligence of Buddha. The idea of not creating was frowned upon and one had to learn the chanting method. That is the easy method of the chants in the Buddhism Sect today.”

He continued, ”This method of reciting is simple; if one has an evil thought, place a black stone behind you. If one has a kind thought, place a white stone in front. Slowly one will cultivate till the number of white and black chess pieces are the same, as one's heart turns pure and the black stones stop, leaving only white stones.”

Sangsang said, ”Master, please impart your skills.”

Master Qishan shook his head and laughed, ”The black and white belong to the chessboard, the method is a matter of playing chess. The Wa Mountain cultivates the art of black and white. However, you have passed 3 rounds and your insights are akin to what the Divine Priest of Light has said. Your heart is transparent to begin with, what is there left for you to practice? You need to practice how to turn the black stones to white stones.”

Sangsang was a little confused and asked, ”Black is black, white is white, how does one change them?”

Master Qishan took out a black chess piece and placed it among the mahogany prayer beads.

He then looked at Sangsang and said, ”If you want it to be white, it will be white.”

Sangsang looked at the black chess piece and suddenly felt it familiar-looking.

There were many black pieces on the chessboard; they looked incredibly similar and almost the same.

However, she could even see the minute differences between the chess pieces.

She remembered. This black piece was the one that had fallen off the board in the afternoon.

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