The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

This day has arrived, February [-]th, the day to perform rituals.

Everything is ready in the Buddhist hall of Pujiu Temple. The monks had made arrangements early in the morning, waiting only for the donor to come and burn incense and pray.

The Dharma book had already been waiting in the Buddhist hall. When he saw that the preparations were completed, he said to Fa Cong: "Facong, today is February [-]th. There will be a ritual ceremony in the temple. The monks, big and small, should prepare drums, xins and gold coins." Bells, mirrors, locks, wooden fish and other sounding instruments are playing music. Go and invite Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and the young lady to come and burn incense."

Fa Cong lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Master." He rolled his eyes and said, "Master, Mr. Zhang also donated five thousand yuan. Why don't I go ask Mr. Zhang to burn incense before Mrs. Cui Xiangguo arrives? I wonder if Master can be sure?"

"Hahaha, what's wrong with this?" Farben said with a smile, "Go and call Zhang Sheng first."

Fa Cong narrowed his eyes and asked again: "But after all, this ritual is specifically for Cui Xiangguo. If Mrs. Cui Xiangguo arrives before Zhang Sheng finishes burning incense, what should Cui Xiangguo do? If Madam knew that we at Pujiu Temple were interfering with others in our practices, she would definitely be angry."

"Well, this..." Fa Ben nodded, thought for a while and said, "Fa Cong, you have considered it very carefully, I feel relieved. This matter is not difficult, as long as Cui Xiangguo When my wife asks, just say that she is my relative. Mrs. Cui Xiangguo must still give me this face."

Fa Cong was overjoyed, nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, yes! I obey the teacher's orders!" Then he went to the room where Zhang Sheng lived.

Zhang Sheng was sitting at the table with a frown on his face, resting his chin on his hands, thinking about his female Bodhisattva.

The piano boy stood by and saw Zhang Sheng fidgeting. He was amused and said, "Mr. Lang, you haven't forgotten what day it is today, have you?"

"No matter what day it is, the day without the female Bodhisattva will be the end of me!" Zhang Sheng said dejectedly, opened the folding fan and shook it gently, sighed and put it down again.

Qintong smiled and said: "Don't you remember that today is the day when Cui Xiangguo's government does things?"

"Cui Xiangguo's Mansion is doing things? Isn't that until February [-]th?" Zhang Sheng replied lazily. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he jumped up from the chair and said angrily, "Yes, you dog slave, Why didn't you tell me earlier that today is February [-]th!" He picked up the fan and knocked it on the piano boy's head.

Qintong covered his head and ran out of the door, shouting: "It's you who want to see your female Bodhisattva through the ritual, not me. Why can't you remember it yourself?"

"You bitch slave, how dare you talk back!" Zhang Sheng waved his fan and chased Qintong out.

Qintong stepped out and saw Fa Cong rushing towards him. He hurriedly passed under Fa Cong's arm and hid behind Fa Cong. He said in his mouth: "Okay, okay, sir, stop it and hurry to the Buddhist temple." Got it!"

Zhang Sheng chased him to the door and saw a person standing at the door. He started begging for mercy. He raised his folding fan high and struck the man's head with the fan bone.

That person was Fa Cong. When he saw someone running out of the house, he swung an object and was about to hit him on the head. His bare head, with no hair or hat to cover it, was unbearable. Pointing his toes, his body quickly moved to one side, barely allowing his fan bones to move.

Zhang Sheng slashed the air with his fan, feeling angry in his heart. He was about to hit it sideways again when Fa Cong grabbed the fan. He didn't know what technique he used. He twisted it gently and took the fan in his hand.

Qintong and Zhang Sheng said "Hey" at the same time. They didn't expect that Monk Facong was so skilled.

Fa Cong laughed, handed the fan to Zhang Sheng with both hands, and said: "Sir, today is the fifteenth day of the second lunar month, and the rituals in the Buddhist temple have been prepared. I am here to welcome you to burn incense in the Buddhist temple on the order of the master."

When Zhang Sheng saw that Fa Cong took away the fan lightly and handed it back to him, he actually helped Qin Tong out of trouble. As a noble nobleman, beating a slave was not a big mistake, but it was against etiquette after all. He felt a little embarrassed and reluctantly After coughing a few times, he took the fan and said with a smile, "Hey, thank you, Senior Brother Fa Cong!"

Thinking of Yingying in his heart, he couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Facong, may I ask, has Miss Yingying arrived at the Buddhist temple?"

Qintong stood behind Facong, curled his lips, and said with a smile: "This is Cui Xiangguo's legal affairs, and the rightful owner will naturally arrive."

"You're such a talkative bitch!" Zhang Sheng raised his fan again and cursed: "Have I asked you?"

Fa Cong was sandwiched between the two of them and quickly smoothed things over, saying: "Qin Tong is right, but I have to invite you later, but I haven't arrived yet. Sir, I'll invite you first. Just to tell you, my master said that if she meets Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and her family, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo will probably ask, after all, they are the Cui Mansion's priests. I will say that they are relatives of Master Faben. What do you think, sir? ?”

Qin Tong thought: "The monks in Pujiu Temple are really full of tricks. As a result, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo is naturally embarrassed to say more. Now Zhang Junrui's wish has come true!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Sheng said happily, "Thank you so much, Senior Brother Fa Cong!"

The Dharma Book folded its hands and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. If Sir, you are ready, you can go to the Buddhist Hall." After saying that, he went to the west chamber and asked the whole family of Cui Xiangguo to go to the Buddhist Hall to burn incense.

Zhang Sheng felt proud and said: "Dog, no, Zongdan, let's go to the Buddhist temple to burn incense!"

"Nurting incense is fake, but seeing the female Bodhisattva is real!" Qintong said with a smile.

Zhang Sheng was feeling longing in his heart. After hearing what he meant, he smiled and nodded without getting angry. He waved his fan and walked to the Buddhist temple. As he walked, he kept his old habit of talking to himself: "In the temple, Above the Buddhist hall, the Dharma Wheel hangs high. The green glazed auspicious smoke is shrouded. The incense curls up and forms a cloud cover, and the sound of reciting Buddhist sutras is like the sound of sea waves. Flags and streamers are fluttering, and all the Bodhisattvas are here! "

Qin Tong followed Zhang Sheng and looked at him shaking his head with disdain, thinking: "Humph, this Junrui is daydreaming again!"

"Zongdan!" Zhang Sheng suddenly stopped and said, "Listen to the sound of beating drums and beating priests, it's like the spring thunder in February in the Buddhist temple!"

Qintong nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes!"

At this moment, the bell of the drum tower in Pujiu Temple rang again.

"The sound of the bell and the Buddha's name are like the sound of wind and rain in mid-air scattered on the branches of the pine trees. How beautiful it is!" Zhang Sheng sighed again, "I won't allow the old monk to knock any more while I wait outside the door. The screen window There will definitely be a matchmaker outside to report the news. My lovesick mind is so greedy that I will definitely eat my fill when I see my female Bodhisattva!"

The two masters and servants walked quickly and soon entered the Buddhist hall. They saw that all the monks in Pujiu Temple had begun to perform rituals. Above the Buddhist hall, cigarettes were lingering and candlelight was shining. Cui Xiangguo's spiritual tablet had also been placed. Various sacrifices were displayed in front, as if they were the grandeur of the prime minister's palace. On the other side are the tablets of Zhang Sheng’s parents.

When Fa Ben saw Zhang Sheng coming, he stepped forward and clasped his hands and said, "Sir, here you are. The rituals are all ready. You can burn the incense first."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Sheng saluted, "I wonder when Miss Yingying will come?"

Faben frowned slightly, then relaxed and said: "The family members of Cui Xiangguo's mansion will be here later. Sir, don't be anxious. By the way, if Mrs. Cui Xiangguo asks, she must say that she is a relative of my old monk. !”

"Hehehe, I understand, I understand!" Zhang Sheng said with a smile: "After all, this is a legal matter of Cui Xiangguo's mansion."