Husband and wife both hook their souls

At the foot of Liangshi Mountain, there is a dilapidated Juesheng Temple. There is only one monk and two young novice monks in the temple.

Juesheng Temple used to be very popular with many monks, but once an official from the local yamen came to fast and worship the Buddha, he stayed in the temple at night, but died for no reason the next day.In a fit of rage, the county magistrate sent someone to demolish the Juesheng Temple in sevens and eights, leaving only a few dilapidated houses to shelter from the wind and rain.Since then, the Juesheng Temple was not close to you, and the people dared not go with it, and it gradually became dilapidated and became a semi-desolate place.

One day, two young novice monks guarded the door of a room and peeked in secretly. The slightly older little novice asked in a low voice, "Qingjue, isn't that man dead?"

The little novice named Qingjue shuddered involuntarily, and whispered back: "It's hard to say, he was poured like that by the heavy rain when he came yesterday, and he seemed to be seriously ill... But if he really died here, I'm afraid No one dares to come to this Juesheng Temple anymore!"

At this point, the two young novice monks couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This Juesheng Temple is really desolate and terrible, and it is far away from the market and few people come there. There are only a few passers-by who come to stay, and among the passers-by, some of them are coming to Beijing to catch the exam. Scholars are the main ones.

The benefactor who came to stay last night was carrying a book case on his back and holding a dilapidated bamboo umbrella. He must be another examinee, but... his appearance is very rough, like a reckless man.

When the scholar came, he was soaked by the torrential rain outside, and he couldn't stop coughing when he entered the house. Master Yayoi ordered two young novice monks to boil some hot soup for him. The scholar was very grateful I took it and drank it, but it didn't help. I was still dizzy. I didn't read at night with a lamp, so I lay down early to rest.

Qingjue and Yuanjue were very happy because there were strangers living in the temple. They got up early the next day and went to the door of the scholar's room to look in. They saw that the scholar was still lying down, and his very dark face was even brighter. With a little bit of sickness, no movement, no ups and downs of breathing, the two young novice monks thought that the scholar passed away overnight.

"This benefactor is so ugly..." Yuan Jue looked at it for a long time and couldn't help commenting.

Qingjue hurriedly said: "Yuanjue, Master just said that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. If you love handsomeness, how can you catch demons and thieves?"

Yuanjue couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "A demon? I think he looks like a demon..."

"Yuan Jue, stop talking nonsense!"

Master Yayoi stood behind them at some point. Hearing Master's reprimand, Yuan Jue hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "Master, Yuan Jue knew he was wrong!"

Master Yayoi nodded, raised his hand to caress the backs of Qingjue and Yuanjue's heads, and ordered: "Go and boil some hot water, and go in for the sake of the master to see this benefactor."

The two young novice monks went as promised, Master Yayoi walked into the room, stretched out his hand to touch the scholar's forehead, it was as hot as fire.The scholar seems to be seriously ill, and there is no good medicine in the monastery, and if he wants to buy it in the market, he has no money, what should he do?

The little novice brought hot water, and Master Yayoi ironed a towel to wipe the scholar's face, sighed and said: "You two are here to guard this benefactor, and go to a nearby village to get some luck for the teacher, and see if you can do it. Do you want to buy some herbs for this benefactor."

Qingjue and Yuanjue nodded in agreement. Master Yayoi put on a robe, took a bamboo hat from the wall and put it on his head, hurried out of Juesheng Temple and walked towards the nearby village.

Several hours later, Master Yayoi finally came back with a bag of herbs, followed by a young master and a school boy, who also carried a big book case, presumably this young man was also a scholar who was going to Beijing to rush for the exam.

Qing Jue and Yuan Jue saw that there was a new guest again, he was still a well-dressed young man, and they were even more happy in their hearts. They hurriedly took the herbs from the master and went to the back room to brew.

Master Yayoi unloaded his luggage, looked at the young master who had already been sitting beside the sick scholar's couch, and said, "Thank you, Donor Du, for your help. This benefactor is really lucky to meet you."

Mr. Du hurriedly replied in a low voice: "Master's words are serious, but it's just a pack of herbs, even passers-by should help out, let alone the students who are rushing for the exam with me."

Master Yayoi smiled and said, "It should be because Master Du and this benefactor have a predestined relationship."

After feeding the medicine, it was not until evening that the scholar on the sickbed woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the figures standing beside the bed. He got up and wanted to thank him, but Mr. Du stepped forward and stopped him, helping him back to the couch.

"This brother is going to the imperial examination in the capital? My younger brother's surname is Du, and his name is Ping. I am fortunate to meet you."

Du Ping made a self-recommendation and looked expectantly at the person on the sickbed.

Seeing that Du Ping was staring at him, the sick scholar showed embarrassment on his face, and replied softly: "Zhong Kui... the name is Zhengnan, from Zhongnan Mountain."

Hearing Zhong Kui's introduction, Du Ping said pleasantly: "Brother Zhengnan is also from Zhongnanshan. What a coincidence! You and I are from the same hometown, and we are both students who are going to Beijing for the exam. It is true that as Master Yayoi said, you and I met by fate. ah!"

After hearing Du Ping's words, Zhong Kui felt a tinge of warmth in his heart. Du Ping never showed any intention of being bored with his appearance from the beginning to the end. How lucky he was to meet such a friend.Zhong Kui nodded with a smile on his face to show that he was very happy to meet Du Ping.

The desolate Juesheng Temple has a rare cleanliness. Zhong Kui's cold can't be cured for a while, so he can only stop here to rest.But because Du Ping met a classmate from his hometown and wanted to be companions with each other, he also stayed and talked with Zhong Kui about Wen Songdian every day, which was very satisfying.

This Du Ping's family is well-off, and his features are well-proportioned, while Zhong Kui is a commoner with a rough appearance. Standing together, the contrast is stark.

But Du Ping didn't care, on the contrary, he was very enthusiastic, and took all of Zhong Kui's meals in Juesheng Temple, which made Zhong Kui extremely embarrassed. His knowledge was a little weak, so Zhong Kui had no choice but to subtly help him with some homework.

Du Ping got along with Zhong Kui for a few days, and he admired Zhong Kui all over. Zhong Kui not only read poems and books well and wrote good articles, but also possessed vigorous martial arts.Tired of reading, Zhong Kui got up and practiced some fists and kicks in the courtyard. Du Ping, who was watching directly, applauded repeatedly.

The two had similar interests, respected each other, and the more they got along, the more they felt sympathetic to each other, so they burned three pillars of incense in front of the Buddha, knelt down and became friends of Jinlan, and said that they don't want to be born in the same year and the same month, but want to die in the same year and the same month. Loud.

After worshiping and getting up, the two looked at each other and smiled. Since then, they have avoided all kinds of strangeness and have been treated as brothers, taking care of each other more attentively.

One day, when Zhong Kui was practicing, he dropped a mutual generation knot from his pocket. Du Ping picked it up in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother, have you already married?"

Zhong Kui said with a smile: "I was born so ugly, how could a woman take a fancy to me, this birth knot was a gift from my sister, I must take it with me when I go out, and told me not to forget to go home when I get rich. "

Du Ping handed the Xiangsheng Knot in his hand to Zhong Kui, glanced at Zhong Kui's face, and said with a smile: "Brother and Lingmei are so close and enviable, but it's a pity that I have only one seedling in my family, and I have never experienced the bond between brothers and sisters." Affection."

Zhong Kui said again: "The virtuous brother just looked at my appearance, and must have thought that my sister also looks like me. In fact, my sister is not only ingenious, but also has an outstanding appearance."

"Oh?" Du Ping smiled in surprise and asked, "What's the reason?"

Zhong Kui replied without hesitation: "Because my sister and I are not blood relatives, Zhengnan is an abandoned son picked up by my mother from the ravine."

Du Ping was taken aback when he heard the words, knowing that he was very rude to ask, he hastily apologized and apologized.

Zhong Kui laughed, walked over and patted Du Ping on the shoulder, and said, "My brother, what do you have to hide?"

Du Ping also laughed and said: "Brother is really a cheerful person!"

While the two were chatting and laughing, Du Ping's book boy came over, scratching his head in wonder as he walked, mumbling something in his mouth.Du Ping saw him, stopped him and asked, "Hong'er, what are you talking to yourself?"

Seeing that it was his young master who was asking the question, the book boy hurriedly replied: "I was playing with Qingjue just now, Master Yayoi saw me, stared at me a few times, and said that I have a destiny with Buddha and that I will become a monk in the future. Young master, Hong'er doesn't want to be a monk, and Hong'er still wants to marry a wife..."

Du Ping and Zhong Kui couldn't help laughing again after hearing this.

Hong'er pursed her lips and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Master, you are laughing at me again. Hong'er would rather be a school boy for the rest of your life than shave your bald head and become a monk!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to be a monk, then Master Yayoi might be teasing you." Du Ping'an caressed Hong'er, frowning and replied, "That's what I said to him just now, but Master Yayoi said that monks don't lie, Saying that Hong'er will definitely become a monk in the future makes Hong'er very depressed!"

"Oh? Is Master Yayoi still good at seeing faces?" Du Ping said curiously: "Brother, let's go to Master Yayoi to take a look and see if we can get a good name in this year's palace examination?"

Zhong Kui laughed and said, "How can scholars believe in these strange powers?"

"Let's go, let's just relieve the boredom." Du Ping couldn't help but said, and walked towards Master Yayoi's residence after pulling Zhong Kui.

Master Yayoi was mending his robes in the room, and when he heard that the two wanted him to calculate their fame, he couldn't help laughing and said: "How can a poor monk know how to count fame, the gains and losses are all in the hearts of the two benefactors, if the time is right, the two benefactors must They all get good grades.”

What Master Yayoi said is correct, you know how much weight you have in your heart, and if you combine talent with opportunities, you will naturally achieve results.But saying this is tantamount to talking in vain.

Zhong Kui shook his head and said with a smile, "Thank you for your auspicious words, Master Cheng!"

Du Ping also felt bored, the two of them were about to say goodbye and leave, but Master Yayoi called behind him: "Benefactor Zhong, please stay!"

The two turned around in amazement, only to see Master Yayoi staring at Zhong Kui for a moment, then suddenly said: "Donor Zhong should not go to Beijing."