After Zhou Xuan gave instructions to the painter, he began to fiercely compete with Mo Ya Monk on the chessboard once more.

The influence of the white pieces was partially turned black, then turned white again, repeating in cycles.

Mo Ya Monk said, "After I entered Jing Country, I started to emulate the Jing Country people, delving into the Taoist Scriptures and pondering some of the historical roots of the Daoist Temples. This Qingtian Temple has been full of unfulfilled ambitions, always suppressed by a 'Heavenly Eye Temple' above it.

Although both are the oldest temples, the Taoists of Qingtian Temple always wonder why the Heavenly Eye Temple should be one step ahead of them."

"Qingtian Dao actually has some foundations."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Naturally so."

Mo Ya Monk leisurely said, "Dun Jia and Heavenly Eye are both among the nine ancient Tangkou. Dun Jia specializes in prediction and preaching array, while Heavenly Eye Temple relies on the eye between the brows to know changes in the world.

Whether it is the scale of disciples or the spiritual energy within the temple, Qingtian Temple always loses to Heavenly Eye Temple. In over two thousand years of inheritance, the two Daoist sects have been openly and covertly competing. Disciples under their banner often never interact until they are very old; disputes often arise after a few words, and fighting is common."

"So, you people from Buddha Country sow discord and took advantage of Qingtian Dao?"

"The monks of Buddha Country understand best how to sow discord in people's hearts. But to be fair, if all the major Tangkou of Jing Country were united and the nine prefectures protected each other, working as one, then how could we Seeking Wave Monks have a foothold?"

Mo Ya Monk said, "In fact, we haven't done much. We just informed them that in Mingjiang Prefecture, there is a Young Master who can be considered as Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and a Four Realms Earth Law demon fox. To strengthen their power, Qingtian Dao sent Great Mage Zhao Qingxiao. This Zhao Qingxiao, ah, is quite remarkable."

"How did you know that in Mingjiang Prefecture, there is a Four Realms Earth Law fox spirit monster?"

"Told by the Huangyuan Demon."

After placing a piece, Mo Ya Monk continued, "If by chance this monk wins the game, and Qingtian Dao captures the Four Realms fox, the Daoists, who are most fond of the Earth Law, will have their strength increased. With support from the Huangyuan Demon, the Zoroastrianism, and us from Buddha Country, Qingtian Dao would become the number one Daoist Temple in the world."

"Only to become the number one lapdog under your three factions."

Zhou Xuan sneered, "The actions of Qingtian Dao in the grand game of Heaven and Earth, colluding with you all, will become a dog chain around their necks... Once you hold this chain, whoever you want Qingtian Dao to bite, they'll have to bite..."

"Mr. Zhou, that's an exaggeration. Actually, that dog chain isn't given to them by us from Buddha Country or the Huangyuan Demon. The true dog chain has a long history, precisely that of the so-called 'the first Daoist sect under heaven'. That plaque is the iron chain for locking dogs. We merely mastered the way to manipulate this chain."

Mo Ya Monk said, "People have seven emotions and desires. In Buddha Country, there's a group of monks called the—Formless Buddhist Sect. Formless and uncolored, yet with all colors and forms—the Wansese Realm is the senior monks of the Formless Buddhist Sect."

"The first Daoist sect under heaven? How come I've heard the first Daoist sect under heaven isn't the Heavenly Eye Temple nor the Qingtian Temple, but the once-dominant Valley Daoist Temple."

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan recalled what Shang Wenjun had once said about the first Daoist temple under heaven—knowing its assertiveness, maintaining its submissiveness, for being the stream of the world; knowing its honor, maintaining its disgrace, for being the valley of the world;

The Valley Daoist Temple is unquestionably the first Daoist temple under heaven. King Xishan commanded the Fox Clan, merely by mimicking the non-action style of the Valley Dao, and the Golden Bell Sect sent Bell Slaves to attack. According to Shang Wenjun, if King Xishan succeeded in this method, he could glimpse the undistributed truth of Jing Country's will.

"Forgive my ignorance, but I've never heard of the famously powerful Valley Daoist Temple."

Without any change in expression, Mo Ya Monk placed a black piece on the board, expanding the 'Six-Eye Well's' formation, making it even grander,

while Zhou Xuan subtly extended a little influence from the 'Big Dragon's' position...

...

The character for 'well' has only four strokes, yet its meaning is not simple.

Among the ancients, 'well' and 'punishment' shared the same character, 'well' sometimes also meant confinement,

As the saying goes: there's a frog at the bottom of the well, sitting in the well and watching the sky.

The frog becomes the 'prisoner' of the well, seeing only what the well allows it to see,

And at this moment,

a well encompassing the entire East Market Street appeared out of thin air.

In the ruins of the Majestic Mahjong Pavilion, Yun Ziliang used slight Feng Shui skills, digging and unbricking, carefully extracting the charred remains of fallen companions from the ruins, he sensed a Big Talisman. The talisman paper was lifted from the ground, drawn with four strokes of vermillion in a crisscross pattern.

At this moment, Yun Ziliang heard the helpless wail of the Dragon God and saw overhead east Market Street, the sun and moon sunk and rose out of rhythm. At times the sun and moon were without light, at others they converged; the time and space of East Market Street seemed to become disorderly.

"Dun Jia Grandmaster, the Dragon Prison Well of nine Incenses."

Yun Ziliang immediately got up and ran towards the Zhou Family's Jingyi Shop,

Upon arriving, he noticed three young men in fox fur and Lv Mingkun, all looking up at the sky.

"I feel like we've been imprisoned."

The fox boy opened his mouth, spat out a paperman, which started to climb towards the sky. However, after climbing fifty or sixty feet, a sudden wind blew. The wind, like a pair of scissors, snipped down and shredded the paperman into small pieces, which slowly fell back down.

"It seems like a well."

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