Move

Cold stars fell to the ground, and the black and white on the chessboard looked like an abyss. Star trails spread from the lines of the chess pieces, quietly igniting the fateful fire. At that time, the land of Kyushu was torn apart, and the city was burning with war. No one knew that on this small chess game, a single move could stir up the wind and clouds and change the direction of the world. "Back then, did you ever feel any regret for the karma you destroyed with your own hands?" The visitor's voice was covered in frost and cold, breaking the dead silence of the Buddhist hall. The abbot's eyes were focused, and his gaze penetrated the lingering sandalwood: "The poor monk has spent half his life in the fireworks of the world, and after all he cannot understand the word obsession. I hope the benefactor can clear up my confusion." The visitor smiled, his broad sleeves billowed like flowing clouds, and the chessboard collapsed. The chess pieces splashed to the ground, but their chaotic trajectories outlined new hexagrams in the dust. The abbot looked at the star-like chess pieces on the ground and suddenly realized that the spiritual platform was clear. He clasped his hands and bowed in salute: "The donor used the chess game to show the secrets of heaven. The poor monk took over this game." "You haven't changed after all." The visitor walked up to the abbot, sighing with age in his clothes. "Did you know that there was no winner in this game of chess from the beginning?" His fingertips touched the chess pieces, and the star map embroidered on the sleeves quietly resonated with the lines on the chessboard. The abbot rubbed the beads with his skinny fingers and suddenly smiled: "The poor monk has been stumbling around in this rolling world for half his life. He has long been unable to tell whether he is a spectator or a pawn in the game. In this case -" he picked up a black stone, and the blood seeping from his fingertips smeared the chess surface, "it is better to fill the cracks on the chessboard with his body." Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew out of the visitor's sleeves, and the entire chessboard exploded. The scattered chess pieces drew strange arcs under the moonlight, and formed new hexagrams when they landed. "Okay!" The abbot laughed, stroking his hands, "The long ravine is gone silently, and when the chess player is willing to turn into an abandoned piece, this dead game that has trapped the world for hundreds of years... Perhaps, it is really possible to break it. The abbot looked at the mess on the ground and pressed the bloody chess piece into his heart. War drums roared in the distance, and he knew that everyone would eventually become the fuse that ignited the fire of disaster, burning a path that no one had ever walked before in the purgatory of seven emotions and six desires. Intention: stick to the right path and never forget the original intention