Dress to be a celebrity

Dazheng Xintai, April 20th, [-]th year, Tingzhou Prefecture, Wuping County.

Before the five drums were delivered in the early morning, the monks of Shengguo Temple decorated the Buddha statues with flowers and silk, and several young and strong Toutuo carried incense sticks on them, and walked slowly around the streets.The rest of the monks followed closely behind in clean robes, sang Buddha's birthday verses along the street, and knocked on doors for alms.

When turning around Yahou Street, the small gate behind the county government office suddenly opened, and a team of government servants came out leading their horses, yelling at them to drive away passers-by, and lined up the horses in the middle of the road, leaving an empty space outside the door.Afterwards, a few young men dressed as Confucian scholars came out of the yamen. They were all wearing gauze caps and silk shirts. The light and smooth clothes shone like running water in the sunlight, which was incompatible with the linen and banana cloth clothes worn by the surrounding people. .

This group of people blocked half of the street, and the Buddha statue could not be carried through.The monk in charge, Wu Chen, took the initiative to discuss and asked them to make way for the Buddha statue to pass first.

The yamen servants outside also recited Amitabha, and said with a smile: "Masters are lucky today, and met a nobleman to go out. The young master in the middle, the son of our new county magistrate, is named Song Shi, and he is very willing to spend money. You are a rich man. Instead of fighting for this moment, you should sing the gatha with your heart, to make Song Sheren happy, and I don’t know how many taels of silver I will reward you.”

Wu Chen followed his gaze, and saw the strange young man surrounded by people at a glance.

Song Sheren also happened to turn his head to look at the monks of Shengguo Temple.The scorching sun of early summer hit his face, blurring his facial features, leaving only his complexion as white as jade, and his eyebrows and eyelashes also dyed a layer of gold.Only a pair of eyes are as deep as thick ink stains, which are particularly distinct on that plain face.

Those eyes are too focused when looking at people, it doesn't look like a monk you meet on the road, but like a scholar who has read a sage book and can't wait to understand the essence contained in it.

Wuchen only glanced at it, lowered his eyes, put his palms together in salute, and changed to the official saying: "My little monk Wuchen, I have met you all. The little monks are monks from the Shengguo Temple in the east of the city. To celebrate the birth of the Buddha tomorrow, they carried the Buddha statue along the street for washing. Buddha, ask for some alms for the Longhua Puja."

As soon as the words fell, a Confucian scholar nearby said impatiently to the yamen servant: "We still have business to do, so we don't have time to entangle with these monks. Tell them to get out of the way and don't hinder us from going out."

The monk was very well-bred, so he pretended not to hear him speak, and still stood silently by the side.

A few Confucian scholars wanted to drive the monks away, but Song Sheren stopped them with a wave of his hand, clasped his palms together in reply, then turned his eyes to Wuchen's face, and said gently: "I heard the monk official mention it two days ago. Longhuahui, I was still thinking about going to the temple on the eighth day of April, but I didn't notice that the days passed so quickly, tomorrow is the Buddha's birthday. But it's already at this time, why only the masters of the Shengguo Temple family came out to wash the Buddha, Don’t other temples come to the county government?”

Wu Chen clasped his hands together, bowed his head and replied: "Back to Tanyue, most of the Buddhist temples in this county are outside the county, and there are only a few nunneries and a monk temple in the Shengguo Temple in the county town. The temples in the distance are too late to enter the city at this time, and the bhikkhunis also It is inconvenient to carry the Buddha statue out of the house, so I only saw the monks in our monastery begging for alms."

He bowed to the group of young masters again, and said: "I hope that all of you, Tanyue, will donate a little bit to make it possible for you to bathe the Buddha."

There were also a few scholars who dug out scraps of silver and copper coins to donate, and more just looked aside and refused to pay.Song Shi looked at the pitifully small amount of incense and silver in the hands of the monks, and then at the plainly decorated incense houses and even more plainly dressed monks, he couldn't help feeling a little bit: "I have been here with my father for several months. The Shaoshen Temple is full of incense, and the people are willing to spend a lot of money to hire witch doctors, so how come the Buddha statues are simpler than those in the temple?"

Wen Xiucai, who was the first to reprimand the monks, sneered and said: "Witch doctors can at least heal diseases. What use are these monks just chanting scriptures? Besides, this Shengguo Temple is not a famous temple. If Brother Song is really a good Buddha, why don't you go there?" Junqing Temple outside the city, where is the Dingguang Ancient Buddha Dojo, more effective than Shengguo Temple."

Song Shi said "Oh", and subconsciously asked, "What is the magic formula? Are there any stories and legends? It would be best to have some novels, story books, poems and articles."

Wen Xiucai hurriedly took two steps forward and replied: "There are no scripts or novels, but everyone says that seeking marriage in Junqing Temple is a test of all kinds, and heirs can also be found." He looked up at Song Shi and said in a low voice : "Brother Song is about to marry Miss Sun from Huan Shilang's mansion? Just make a wish at Junqing Temple and ask for a Jade Buddha to ensure that Brother Song can marry a lovely woman smoothly."

Song Shi didn't have much complacent or eager look on his face, he just smiled lightly, nodded and said: "Since it was strongly recommended by Brother Wen, I will definitely go to see that ancient temple."

No one knows that he is actually a time traveler who came from later generations. The Three Views were formed in modern society 20 years ago, and he is not interested in this kind of marriage arranged by his parents.In addition, he started his life in this world as a baby. He is over 40 years old in his two lifetimes. He always feels guilty when he thinks of marrying a minor whose actual age is under [-].

But this fiancée is the daughter of his mentor, Mr. Huan. Mr. Huan and his wife passed away early, and his younger sister is his responsibility, so he must take it.

Counting up to now, Junior Sister Huan has kept double filial piety, from fourteen to seventeen, which is already an old age in the eyes of the ancients, and it is time to get married as soon as the filial piety is celebrated in February this year.Although he and his father are currently in Fujian, there are two elder brothers in his hometown who are taking care of him. There may be news in a couple of months, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

I just don't know whether he should go to Beijing to marry her, or whether the Huan family will send the bride to Wuping.

Counting the days, he suddenly remembered that he had just told people how to go to Junqing Temple in front of the masters of Shengguo Temple. I am afraid that the masters would be aggrieved, so they hurriedly asked people to take 40 taels of silver as a donation, and promised to give them tomorrow. Go to Shengguo Temple to participate in the Longhua Festival.

Wu Chen clasped his palms together and said: "Song Tanyue generously donated, and our temple is very grateful. When the little monk returns, we will recite a few more volumes of scriptures to pray for Tanyue."

"No need," Song Shidai was about to decline, but when his gaze swept across the monk's face, which was as good as his name said, without any vulgarity, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and the tip of his tongue twitched at the refusal that he hadn't finished speaking. Changing his words, he asked, "Can the Master know how to compose poems? I have always envied the story of Xian Chaopo and Master Foyin traveling together. If the Master can write the first gatha and present it to me, it would be better than reciting scriptures."

Wuchen was startled for a moment, and immediately replied: "You have a life, why dare you not follow? I'm afraid that the little monk will not do well, and it will be degrading to listen to." Not only can he compose poems, but he is even quite quick in writing, thinking a little Then I took four sentences: "The sky is light, the clouds are sparse, the grass is true, and the Buddha is walking around the street to raise light dust. Why do you need to ask when you meet the middle way, and you are all members of the Longhua meeting."

"Good poetry!" Song Shi applauded immediately, and praised with a smile: "I heard that the eminent monks in the south of the Yangtze River are elegant and talented. They often discuss Zen and Taoism with literati and appreciate poems together. I didn't expect that there are poet monks like masters in Wuping!"

Those who accompanied him were all scholars, although they might not be able to read anything, but they all had an arty heart. Seeing that the monk could compose poems casually, the look in his eyes suddenly changed from before.

Poet monk, is that the same as a monk who can only read scriptures and ask for money?Laymen Dongpo often carried the poetic monk and Buddhist seal to roam the forest. If there was a poetic monk beside them, wouldn't they be able to bring out a bit of Poxian-like celebrity demeanor?

A few Confucian scholars were envious and eager, so they donated a few extra coins to the monks on the spot.In the Song Dynasty, government servants were arranged to stick the horses to the wall to avoid the path of the Buddha statues, and watched the procession of washing Buddhas in Shengguo Temple go away.

After the monks left, a group of scholars also woke up from the dream of celebrities, reincarnated as romantic talents, and discussed where to go for leisure later.

Zhu Qing, the son of the county magistrate who was closest to the Song Dynasty, said: "Tell those monks to delay for a long time. If they go to the mountains to play, I am afraid that they will not be able to return to the city at night. What is the third brother Song's plan? Either we don't go to Lingdong Mountain today, but go to Xuzhou first." Listen to new plays in Yuanwai's garden? Or simply ask a few good boys to accompany us to Denglailou for dinner and play?"

The word "good boy", in this context, specifically refers to a handsome boy who is engaged in a special service industry.Song Shi has experienced it personally. All of them are big men in women's clothing, with exquisite makeup, delicate bodies and soft bodies, and they can also embroider. If you don't show the spirit of PS and work hard to identify them, you will definitely not be able to tell that they are boys!

From the bottom of his heart, he, a time traveler who was born with eight honors and eight disgraces and was well educated in socialist core values, didn't want to know this kind of knowledge.However, forced by reality, during the past 20 years, he has often entered and left the weathered place, and even booked out many times to treat guests. Of course... there are difficulties.

Everything has to start from this time travel.

In his previous life, he was a partner of a small private travel agency.It is a partner, but it is actually a few college students pooling money and registering a small company, each with the title of manager and director, from planner to tour guide, they are all on their own. In the peak season, leading the group is exhausting, and in the off-season, they have to run relationship, attracting customers, developing new products...

If I hadn't always had to go out to lead a group, and I had enough exercise, I'm afraid I'd be bald a long time ago.

After finally surviving the 24th Golden Week, Song Shi sent off the last shopping group in his hand, and returned to the travel agency non-stop to design a new itinerary.The manager who happened to be in the company and planned to transfer his wife to give birth, and was diagnosed with pregnancy-induced hypertension. The husband was so nervous that he became mentally disturbed and trembled when he heard the phone call.There were domestic groups in those groups, and there were also newly opened groups going abroad, with constant calls [-] hours a day, Song Shi was afraid that he would scare the phone call to something bad, so he simply brought those groups over and let him wait for the baby to be born in peace.

But after taking these jobs, you have to face endless complaints and demands.He is busy contacting hotels, transportation, and local agencies all day long. He can't spend the whole time designing the itinerary. He can only take notes on his mobile phone. When he is off work, his mind is full of target markets, travel intentions, and consumer behavior.

However, he majored in history and cultural tourism in university. There are many professional courses in history and ancient culture. The corresponding professional courses in tourism are not as deep as those in tourism management. .So the most frequently opened APP on his mobile phone is not the APP of various travel websites, but a comprehensive academic website - Jinjiang Literature Network.

Even on the day he crossed, he was still downloading related papers on tourism product development.

That night he worked overtime until midnight, and when he got home, he fell asleep when he was woken up by a complaint call from a group going abroad.While listening to the tourists' questions, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and back, difficulty in breathing, and a chill came over his whole body for no reason.His vision was suddenly blurred by cold sweat, and he quickly hung up the phone and dialed 120, regardless of the tourists' reaction.But the sudden tightness and pain in his chest made him unconscious, and his fingers lost strength, and he couldn't hold the phone that was wet with sweat.

The phone fell to the ground with a bang, and the screen flipped upwards, showing the Jinjiang literature website that somehow jumped over.The ear-piercing phone rang again, but no one answered it again. There was a reminder quietly floating in the light green interface of Jinjiang APP:

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