The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Faben saw that what was handed to him by the student was one tael of silver. Then he blinked his eyes and said, "Sir, there are many places to spend money during the journey, so why bother?" He gently pushed his hand out and did not take it.

Zhang Sheng held the ingot of silver in his hand and said: "Master, this is not a big sum of money. There is nothing to refuse. You should accept it. Just treat it as tea money for me to listen to your words."

The Dharma Book still refused to accept his words, so Zhang Sheng said again: "Xiao Sheng specially came to visit Baosha. Why should Master be so humble? You should just accept Xiao Sheng's wishes!"

"Sir, that's really not necessary. I will never accept this old monk!" Fa Ben still insisted.

Zhang Sheng said helplessly: "This little money is not enough to buy firewood, nor is it enough to buy rice. It is only enough to prepare tea."

Qintong saw the two people pushing it back and forth, one refused to accept it, and the other said it didn't cost much. He thought to himself: "This old monk seems to have noticed something fishy. If he doesn't explain clearly about this Junrui, the old monk will definitely not dare to accept it." . This tael of silver is neither too much nor too much. He will not be rewarded for his merits, and the old monk is not stupid. If he does not explain it clearly, it will be difficult to accept it. " Let's see how the scholar solves the problem.

When Zhang Sheng saw that the water in Faben could not be poured in, he turned to look at Fa Cong who was beside Faben and said: "Brother, this tael of silver is not a valuable gift. Please help me tell the master, you are Master’s proud disciple, Master is definitely willing to listen to your words. If Master is willing to accept it, I will never forget your kindness!”

Fa Cong was right next to the master, which was a bit embarrassing. If he spoke, wouldn't it appear that he had colluded with the scholar for a long time, so he just did not hear and chanted: "Amitabha!"

Qintong felt funny in his heart. This scholar was a little sick and rushed to the doctor. If this monk Facong could help you, he wouldn't have to wait until now. He could have arranged it yesterday, not because he had to listen to his master.

Faben saw that Mr. Zhang was looking for Fa Cong as a lobbyist in front of him. He seemed a little anxious and had no regard for basic etiquette. He was still young after all. He couldn't hold his breath, so he said: "Mr. Is there something that needs the help of the old monk?"

"Xiao Sheng really has something to ask Master!" Zhang Sheng bowed.

Fa Ben put his hands together and said: "But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Xiaosheng rushed all the way to the capital, and he did not forget to review his lessons on the way." Zhang Sheng said sincerely, "However, the road is dangerous and there are many chores, so it is difficult to calm down and review the classics and history in the morning and evening."

Qin Tong shook his head slightly and thought: "What are you worrying about along the way? Did you walk on the mountain trail by yourself? Or tidy up the guest room by yourself? Or pack your luggage? Feed the horses to eat grass? Even wash up? I'll take care of you even when you're bathing! If you had half the time to look for flowers and ask for willows, you'd have memorized all the classics and history by heart!"

"Oh, what do you want, sir?" Farben asked, looking at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Changchang bowed his head and said, "Young student wants to borrow a room. He can listen to the master's lectures in the morning and evening, and at other times devote himself to studying classics and history. The rent per month can be as much as the master requires!"

Far Ben smiled slightly, it turned out that this was what the scholar wanted. Our temple has plenty of farmland and buildings to collect tenants, so this is nothing. Then he said: "This room, there are quite a few in our temple. If you don't mind, I can let you choose."

Zhang Sheng was overjoyed. As long as the old monk was willing to let go, it would be easy.

Qin Tong listened and was secretly happy. In this case, he would also have the opportunity to meet the matchmaker, which would not be a bad thing.

Fa Cong clasped his hands and bowed his head next to the elder, his eyes rolling around, thinking: "Hey, if I had known that Master would agree so easily, I might as well have asked for this scholar just now. He also owes me a favor." He felt quite annoyed in his heart. Then he thought again, "This scholar is so impatient, it only shows what I did yesterday." He couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Sheng said happily: "Okay, okay, thank you elder. But I don't want to be picky about the niche, and I don't want the Xiangji Kitchen. For the room in Kumu Hall, I just need to be farther away from the Nanxuan, across the east wall, and against the west wing. But. It doesn’t matter whether it’s close to the main corridor or passing by the wing.”

"Oh, that's great, how about you live with me, the old monk? How about that, sir?" Farben deliberately teased Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng hurriedly said: "Oh, how can that be done? Xiaosheng studies classics and history until late at night, and I'm afraid he doesn't get up as early as the master in the morning. That will affect the master's spiritual cultivation, but this is absolutely unacceptable."

"Well, since you are so sincere, I will collect your one tael of silver on behalf of the temple and treat it as the incense money you offer." Fa Ben nodded and said. He turned his head slightly and glanced at Fa Cong.

Fa Cong understood, quickly stretched out his hands, chanted the Buddha's name, and accepted the one tael of silver that Zhang Sheng had handed over for a long time.

When Zhang Sheng and Qintong saw that Fa Ben was willing to accept the money, their hearts dropped. Both of them had their own thoughts and were secretly happy.

"Master, why don't you ask Brother Fa Cong to take me to a room later? I'll ask my piano boy to clean it up?" Zhang Sheng asked impatiently.

At this moment, a figure was seen passing by outside the abbot's door, and a neat and tidy little slave walked into the abbot's house and said a long blessing to Faben.

This little slave is the matchmaker. As soon as the matchmaker entered the abbot, she caught a glimpse of a man standing in the guest seat. She recognized it at a glance as the demented and poor scholar who looked at Yingying in the Buddhist hall yesterday. Today, it seemed that he had a piano boy with him. He had a stooped figure and a stupid face. The boy servant's dress is the same as that of Zongdan's brother, but he doesn't have half of his charm.

The matchmaker didn't even look at the two of them, and said directly to Fa Ben: "Master Elder, my old lady Cui Xiangguo sent me a slave to ask the elder, when can I perform services for my Cui Xiangguo? Let me see you here It's ready so I can go back and report to the old lady."

Qin Tong saw a graceful figure floating from outside the door, walking in front of him, bringing out the wind, and a faint fragrance hit his nostrils. The figure stood still in front of Dharma. Looking from the side, the delicate and delicate lines outlined her perfect outline, the straight bridge of the nose, the slightly raised lip shape, and the lines from forehead to chin were smooth and elegant, without any flaws. . The skin is as white as jade, smooth and delicate, and exudes a charming luster.

At that moment, Qintong's heart beat as if the strings of a piano had been touched, bursting out with a burst of brilliant melody. His eyes were fixed on her, as if time had stopped flowing, and only her presence filled his world.

That’s the matchmaker, sister, that’s my matchmaker! What, sister, didn’t you see me? No, my sister clearly glanced at me. Sister, matchmaker! Why, it’s only been a long time, don’t you remember me, my brother?

Qintong suddenly came back to his senses, and his face has not changed now. My sister naturally does not recognize me. Besides, my appearance is extremely dull and my figure is stooped and shrunken. Who would be willing to take another look? I want my sister to see me, I thought, and stretched my body and my face.

The matchmaker seemed to be aware of the eager gaze directed at her from behind. She couldn't help but turn around and saw someone beside the demented scholar. How could he look familiar?