The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

Faben remained calm, looked at the door of the Buddhist temple, and said, "It's okay, it was the wind that blew out the candles."

Zhang Sheng was so fascinated by Yingying that he couldn't scratch his heart. Just like cries are like warblers singing on the high branches, and tears are like dew drops on the flower tips. Even the master couldn't help but learn to pretend to be compassionate. The monk who beat the chime felt annoyed, and the monk who added incense felt anxious. The candlelight flickered and the incense lingered, because they all coveted Yingying's beautiful face. As a result, the candlelight went out and the incense disappeared without even knowing it.

Fa Ben understood in his heart, smiled slightly, and covered it up for everyone.

Zhang Sheng frowned and was secretly surprised when he heard that the wind blew out the candle. He looked at Master Farben's throne, and sure enough, there was only a weak candlelight left. The light was flickering and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Fa Cong also felt a little embarrassed. He had originally focused on instructing the monks to chant sutras and beat the chimes, but he did not expect that the candles were blown out at this critical moment. He hurriedly raised his hand to protect the candle, but it seemed it was too late.

The Buddhist hall fell into darkness, with only the faint moonlight shining through the windows, reflecting everyone's expressions. Zhang Sheng was a little confused and didn't understand why the candle suddenly went out. He couldn't help but think of the ancient story of the riddle of the wind lantern, and thought to himself: "Is this a test of the Buddha to everyone?"

Yingying stood aside, feeling a little uneasy because the candle was extinguished. She looked at Zhang Sheng, aware of his nervousness and doubts, and couldn't help but feel worried. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know what to say.

Qintong was also in the Buddhist hall, standing quietly aside, staring at the lost lights with a solemn expression. He secretly speculated on the reason and felt that this seemed a bit unusual. I couldn't help but think, will the matchmaker be okay? Then he looked over there.

The matchmaker served beside Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Yingying, and Cui Xiangguo's son Huanlang. She had to hand out incense candles, take care of the incense, and take care of the host's dry mouth and tongue, and was busy serving fragrant tea. He didn't pay attention to Qin Tong for a moment, but until now, he was suddenly startled. His first reaction was not to look at the Cui family, but to cast a concerned look at Qin Tong.

The two people's eyes met in the Buddhist temple, and they felt warm in their hearts. They smiled at each other and nodded lightly.

The matchmaker looked at the piano boy who was still full of brilliance in the dim light. She couldn't help but blush a little and lowered her head with a smile. But I heard Mrs. Cui Xiangguo talking beside me.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo gently patted Yingying's hand and told her not to worry. She whispered: "Maybe it's just the wind blowing out the candle. Don't worry too much."

Master Faben also tried his best to comfort everyone and said: "Monks, please don't panic. Maybe the wind is just a little stronger. We will deal with it as soon as possible."

He immediately instructed other monks to bring fire breakers and light the lamps again. Everyone was moving hurriedly under the moonlight, and there was a slightly busy atmosphere in the Buddhist hall.

Zhang Sheng's frown gradually relaxed, and he thought: "Maybe it was just the wind that blew out the candle, but I still feel something is wrong."

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo looked at Yingying worriedly. She knew Yingying's devotion to Buddhism and hoped that her daughter would not be too affected by this.

However, Yingying didn't care much about the lost candle. She had already focused her attention on the Buddha statue. She closed her eyes piously and recited the scripture silently, praying for the Buddha's blessing. Since my eyes are closed, what does it matter whether there is a candle or not?

Under the illumination of candles, the Buddhist hall became bright again, and the atmosphere gradually calmed down. Master Faben returned to his dignified posture on the throne and continued to preside over religious services. The monks also continued to chant sutras and beat chimes.

Zhang Sheng noticed that Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was always paying attention to Yingying, and thought: "Mrs. Cui really cares about Yingying in every possible way. It seems that she attaches great importance to Yingying's teachings."

The atmosphere in the Buddhist hall gradually became solemn, and the extinguished candlelight seemed to be just a short interlude, and everyone returned to the rituals.

The candles in the Buddhist hall were swaying, a breeze blew by, and the leaves outside the window rustled. Yingying stood quietly in front of the Buddha statue, closed her eyes and clasped her hands, praying silently, praying for the peace and happiness of her family. Occasionally she opened her moving eyes, and she noticed that a candle on the candlestick was about to go out, and thought to herself: "The candle is about to go out, and I need to change it quickly."

At this moment, Zhang Sheng walked up to Yingying, smiled and said, "I'll light the lamp and burn the incense." He reached out and picked up a new candle and incense, and then lit it carefully with a fire stick.

Yingying watched Zhang Sheng light the candle and felt a warmth spreading in her heart. She nodded slightly in thanks. However, Yingying didn't know that she just closed her eyes and recited the prayer before opening her eyes to look around. Zhang Sheng, on the other hand, was always watching Yingying. As soon as he saw Yingying speaking, he naturally helped her immediately. In fact, it was not Zhang Sheng who was busy taking care of and lighting the candles and incense, but his servant Qintong. As the master, Zhang Sheng would naturally not do such trivial things, so the piano boy would do everything for him.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Sheng carefully lit the incense and inserted it deeply into the incense burner. He prayed to the Buddha to bless himself and Yingying, and also prayed for peace for his family.

Yingying observed Zhang Sheng silently, and she found that although he pretended to be mature on the surface, he was still full of passion in his heart. She saw his brows furrowed and looked at the incense in the incense burner with concern, thinking: "Maybe he is also praying for something."

Seeing Yingying staring at him quietly, Zhang Sheng responded with a smile. He knew that Yingying was pious to Buddhism, he respected her belief and wanted to be pious in front of the Buddha.

Under the illumination of candlelight, the beauty of Yingying is even more touching. Zhang Sheng couldn't help but miss her beauty again, and his heart surged with love.

At this moment, a gust of breeze blew through again, the candles in the Buddhist hall swayed, and several flames were almost extinguished. Yingying quickly stepped forward to replace the candlestick with a new one, but the candlestick in her hand tilted due to the wind and almost extinguished the candle.

Seeing this, Zhang Sheng quickly stretched out his hand to catch the candlestick. Qin Tong quickly reached out his hand to help. He thought to himself: "Although Zhang Gong wants to show piety in front of Cui Yingying, in fact he really doesn't know how to do these little things." ah!"

Zhang Sheng coughed slightly and shook his head slightly.

Qintong immediately understood what Zhang Sheng meant and stopped going forward. Behind Zhang Sheng, he saw Zhang Sheng gently stabilizing the candlestick, and then he felt relieved.

I saw Zhang Sheng clumsily put on a new candlestick, lit the candle carefully, then took out the incense burner, lit the incense and inserted it.

When Yingying saw Zhang Sheng helping her complete these trivial actions, she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. Although Zhang Sheng sometimes seems a little jerky, he is still very diligent. You see, lighting candles and burning incense are all done by himself. Alas, the piano boy next to me is so stupid and doesn’t know how to help his master! If my slave is this lazy, I will screw her to death. Thinking of this, he turned his attention to the matchmaker.

I saw the matchmaker busy and busy, and then she was satisfied and nodded slightly.

In Yingying's eyes, Zhang Sheng completed these tedious tasks silently but never complained. He guarded the incense candle in the Buddhist temple and supported it silently.

Yingying nodded and turned around to see her mother, Mrs. Cui Xiangguo, and her brother Huanlang closing their eyes and reciting silently. She felt a little ashamed, so she closed her eyes and began to pray silently. Everyone's prayers rose in the incense candles. In the Buddhist hall, the candlelight Flickering, curling smoke, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

When the matchmaker saw that the three masters of the Cui family, old and young, had begun to close their eyes and recite prayers, she breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously looked towards the piano boy. But when Zhang Sheng saw Yingying closing her eyes and chanting a prayer, he rubbed his arm and threw the incense to the piano boy. The piano boy quickly caught it and shook his head.

When Zhang Sheng saw this, he felt angry. He took out the folding fan inserted in his waist and looked back. He saw that the young and old of the Cui family were praying with their eyes closed. He turned around and knocked the folding fan hard on the piano boy's head.

At this moment, Yingying seemed to hear a strange sound and couldn't help but open her eyes. When she saw Zhang Sheng waving his fan, she exclaimed.