During the Lantern Festival, the streets were full of people either with their children or in pairs. Poor Jia Cong was obviously not single, so he was still walking alone under the full moon. So he ran back to his house and took a few bites of rice, muttering: "I am alone."
Yuyu, Yuyu with others, which one is Yu." So he stood up and stretched, "It's not as good as Yuyu with others." Then he changed into a plain coat, jumped on the horse and went to Wanshou Temple.
When I arrived at the gate of the temple, I happened to meet a scholar who also jumped off his horse. The two of them exchanged hands with each other. This man called himself Qiu, and he was waiting for his son in spring. He lived nearby. Because he didn't like the noise at home, he
Wanting to come to the temple for peace and quiet, he asked Jia Cong again. Jia Cong said: "Wansheng's surname is Zhou, and my father and uncle went to visit his nephew at his home. Wansheng knew that his nephew was pretending to be sick, so he ran away to prevent his father from getting into trouble when he came back.
." Na Qiu Sheng laughed a few times and then entered the temple gate together. Both of them knew that the people who came here to hang out for nothing were definitely ordinary people. However, they both had no intention of making friends with each other and did not ask in detail.
It had snowed for most of the day today, but the monks couldn't sweep away much. Looking up, the whole Buddhist temple was solemn and deserted. Jia Cong thought of the cuckold monk who heard the Dharma, and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head: "The pure land of Buddhism." Qiu Sheng looked at it.
He glanced at him. A monk from the temple came to greet him. They both put their hands together and saluted.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Qiu Sheng smiled and said, "Wan Sheng, please take a walk casually." The monk smiled and nodded. Jia Cong said, "Wan Sheng, please take a walk first." The monk didn't care and just let them in.
Arriving in front of the Heavenly King's Hall, Jia Cong walked slowly with his hands behind his hands, while Qiu Sheng walked quickly. Qiu Sheng entered the hall, but Jia Cong did not go in, and walked around from outside. When Jia Cong walked around to the back of the hall, he saw Qiu Sheng's figure.
Entering the Main Hall, he then circled around once more, but Qiu Sheng disappeared behind the hall.
Most of the monks in the temple went back to their houses to rest, except for a few people who were guarding the incense and candles in each hall. Although these few didn't recognize Jia Cong, they knew that he was carrying a group of soldiers behind him, so they were all quite polite to Jia Cong.
He looked like an ordinary Confucian scholar and chatted with others for a while, secretly regretting why he didn't put up a few wooden map signs for this temple - he didn't know where to look for Wen Kong. Fortunately, he still had some common sense and knew the abbot of an ordinary temple.
The courtyard was also in the monk's living area, so I asked someone where the abbot was. The monk pointed the way.
All the way to the abbot's courtyard. Jia Cong was not looking for the old monk in the first place, so he didn't go in. He only looked outside for a few times, thinking about looking for someone to inquire about Wen Kong. By chance, there was a figure walking in front of him, and he thought it must be a kid out for a walk.
The monk then hurried behind. As he got closer, he saw that the man was not wearing monk's robes. He flashed into the courtyard as if he were a servant. Jia Cong wanted to disturb people's quiet time and ask for directions. Who wouldn't be disturbed?
I was disturbed, so I followed him and walked over.
There is no door in this yard. When you look inside, you can see that it is quite small inside. There are three rooms, with several pines and cypresses sprouting from behind the house, and two wintersweet trees standing in the front yard, which glow bright yellow under the bright moon. There are two wintersweet trees under them.
There is a long desk, with tea and the Four Treasures of the Study on it, and four freshly marketed magnolia glass clear oil lamps. A monk and a Confucian are sitting in front of the desk. The night wind blows, and wintersweet flowers rustle down from the trees. The monk
He looked to be in his early twenties, with delicate features and a rather feminine appearance; the Confucian scholar was Qiu Sheng whom Jia Cong met at the gate of the temple.
Jia Cong cleared his throat and said loudly: "Sorry, can I disturb you for a moment?"
The two people were leaning in front of the case, as if looking at someone's newly written poem. Hearing this, they raised their heads. Qiu Sheng was slightly surprised: "Isn't this Brother Zhou?"
"That's right." Jia Cong said, "Wan Sheng deliberately crossed paths with Brother Qiu, and we met him unexpectedly. We are really destined."
Qiu Sheng stood up with a smile: "It is indeed destined."
Jia Cong looked at the monk and put his hands together: "I would like to ask the master for directions."
The monk also stood up, put his hands together and saluted: "Donor, please come in and speak."
Jia Cong walked into the courtyard and said: "Wan Sheng just wants to ask for directions. May I ask Master, where does Master Wenkong live?"
Qiu Sheng chuckled: "What are you doing with Wen Kong? Are you here to compare poems?"
Jia Cong rang the bell in his heart: Could it be this one? He also said: "I don't dare, because I am a latecomer with limited talent and limited learning."
Qiu Sheng said: "It is easy to see and hear the emptiness. Only when you hear the emptiness can you understand the world through poetry. Brother Zhou must first use poetry as a guide."
Jia Cong already knew that he had guessed correctly. He took a closer look at the monk: he was eight feet tall, good-looking, and good at poetry and medicine. No wonder his sister-in-law fell in love with him. He walked to the case in a few steps without saying a word. Fa Ti pen wrote: Taking refuge from the cold and seeking dreams into Jialan, it was a ridiculous night. Send me the winter plum blossoms, half of the garden is covered with snow and the moon is cold. Jia Cong has studied with two great Confucians for many years, although he is not the same in poetry. If you don’t have any talent, it’s okay to slightly change a few words in Mr. Yu Dafu’s masterpiece to suit the occasion.
Qiu Sheng touched his palm and said, "You are so impatient!" The monk also smiled and nodded. Qiu Sheng said, "It's just that today is the Lantern Festival, but my brother didn't mention it at all?"
Jia Cong said: "When there are beauties, it is a festival; when there are no beauties, it is an ordinary day."
Qiu Sheng nodded: "That makes sense." He pointed at the monk with a smile, "Guess who he is."
The monk praised the Buddha with a smile on his face: "Donor, this poor monk just heard the sky." Before he finished speaking, small snowflakes fell from the sky, lingering gently beside the monk, giving birth to the charm of an immortal out of thin air.
Monks, Confucianism, Flowers, Moon, Snow, Tea Poems, and the worldly elegance are gathered in one courtyard. The theory is that Jia Cong should smile and bow to the famous name for a long time, but he is not someone who forgets his original intention easily. The purpose of coming here today is to "be depressed with others." Jia Cong suddenly lost his composure, looked Wen Kong up and down for a moment, then sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Are you Wen Kong?"
Wen Kong and Qiu Sheng were both startled. Wen Kong said, "That's right, the poor monk."
Jia Cong said: "The master is a monk. A monk is also a follower of the Buddha. He was born late and has no talent and does not understand the Buddha's teachings. I only heard roughly that all living beings are equal before the Buddha. The Buddha said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The Buddhist house is swept away. Afraid of harming the life of ants, cherish moths and cover the lamp with gauze. For those who practice Buddhism, chanting sutras and offering incense are secondary. Doing good deeds and helping others is the most important thing. Is there any difference in what you want to do when you are born late?"
Wen Kong said: "Not bad."
Jia Cong said: "If that's the case, why did Master fail to save him?"
Wen Kong was surprised: "How can a poor monk not save him even when he is dead?"
Jia Cong ridiculed: "There are holes in the road, and you will die if you fall. There are blind people who pass by that street twice a month, and the master is always watching. Although he occasionally reminds the blind people, 'You can't see, it's better to walk on the side'." He never took it to heart. The master also knew that the blind man did not guess that there was a hole in the road, and he only said "it's better to walk on the road, that blind man" after a few months. Although the blind man was very lucky, until two years Later, when the government built a road and filled up the hole, the hole didn't even fall. Isn't the master responsible for the danger? Is my metaphor very polite? Is the real situation more dangerous than a blind man approaching a hole?"
Wen Kong only thought for a moment, and his face suddenly turned black, red, and white, as if someone had punched him. For a long time, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name.
Jia Cong said calmly: "You are just an ordinary person, but you are a monk. You are not only a monk, you are also a doctor. A doctor's duty is to save people, let alone a monk. With these two professions,
Baba, seeing innocent people passing by death every day, you are quite contented."
Wen Kong chanted the Buddha's praises again: "That hole does not mean death if you fall."
"Huh?" Jia Cong frowned slightly, then understood and snapped, "You mean, she has been sick!"
Wen Kong said: "There is a medical woman beside her, and the poor monk and the Han imperial doctor are also paying attention to her every day. If the disease is discovered early, it will be cured with only seven or eight doses of medicine. Her husband... was the first doctor to misdiagnose it.
, delayed."
Jia Cong shuddered, and after a while he did it again. After a while, he said: "Do you think it's foolproof, and she won't die anyway?" After hearing the news, he chanted the Buddha again. Jia Cong smiled and said, "Don't chant the Buddha's name anymore.
, Buddha is about to vomit when he hears it. He is really crazy! I have seen many evil people, but none of them have been as malicious as you. At least the evil people will not feel that they have done no bad things. They still have the leisure to recite poems and compose poems every day."
Wen Kong really didn't even chant the Buddha this time, he just closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly.
Naqiu Sheng, who had been listening silently, suddenly said: "Brother Zhou, what can they do?"
Jia Cong said "Huh": "Brother Qiu, do you know too? Is there anything else going on with you here?"
Qiu Sheng felt sad for a long time and said, "The Imperial Physician Han is my uncle."
Jia Cong took a few deep breaths: "Oh." After a while, he added, "But I don't have any objections to him. As an imperial physician, he is restricted by the emperor's family and dare not act rashly. If he offends someone's brother-in-law, maybe he will
His family was retaliated against. The risk he took to help that person was a bit high. But," he stared at Wen Kong, "the master is different from Dr. Han. You have the opportunity to tell her the truth, and you know that she is very smart, and you are also very smart.
Be smart. You can definitely work out a way to pretend that she occasionally guesses the matter from elsewhere."
The courtyard was silent. After a while, Qiu Sheng said with a bitter smile: "Brother Zhou, we really didn't expect this..."
"It's not that I didn't expect it, it's that I didn't think about it." Jia Cong snorted, "You guys can tell by your appearance that you are all smart people. It's impossible that you can't think of a way."
"Besides, her parents know about that matter..."
"Of course her parents know," Jia Cong said, "The person whose life is in danger every day is not her parents, but herself. She is the victim, why are you talking about the perpetrator?" Qiu Sheng and Wenkong were stunned for a long time.
, looked at each other, and it was obvious that what Jia Cong said had impacted their values.
Jia Cong spread his hands: "Her family knew that the man had an infectious disease, and knew that she would probably get the disease if she got married, but they still sold her. Who is not a perpetrator? Even if she is forced by power, she should at least remind her daughter to take precautions.
That's right. Furthermore, the patient had been ill for many years, and the maids, wives, and servants around him did not contract the disease and died. It can be seen that if people pay attention to it, they can avoid contracting the disease. However, the grandmother did not pay attention because she did not know. She did not
The reason for not knowing is because everyone thinks she would not agree if she knew. Haha, don’t you think you are collaborating in a crime? This is like throwing a blind man on a blind horse and driving him to the abyss, and then deceiving the blind man by saying that this is a broad road.
Isn’t it the same as just letting the horse run freely?”
The courtyard was silent again. For a long time, Wen Kong said tiredly: "The poor monk is guilty."
Jia Cong looked at him and said, "If I were you, I would return to secular life tomorrow. You are not worthy of this monk's robe."
Wen Kong murmured: "This poor monk is really not worthy of this monk's robe."
Jia Cong picked up his feet and walked away. After walking a few steps, he stopped and said: "The most terrifying thing is not terminal illness, but that everyone doesn't try their best to find a solution and leaves their fate to God." Then he withdrew and left.
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Already out of the mountain gate, the light snow that had hit him just now stopped. Only then did Jia Cong remember that he originally wanted to chat with Wen Kong's master today, but it was obvious that the chat was no longer possible. He turned around and looked at the Wanshou Temple and sat down.
I pinched my chin on the horse - I always felt that this temple was not simple, so I patted the horse and left.
The street was as lively as ever, and some silver shavings fell on the ground, leaving only a few traces of water. Chen Ruijin and his wife were also going to watch the lanterns tonight. They had a day's rest tomorrow before setting off on the road the next day. Jia Cong looked around for a moment in a daze.
He hummed a little tune: "My dear, why aren't you by my side? Living a day alone is like living a year..." The soldiers around him couldn't help laughing. Jia Cong didn't even look back and said, "Why are you laughing! What's so funny about my wife?"
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The soldier said: "Just now, Your Majesty was telling people great truths and was very impressive. Now he is humiliating you like this again."
"Humans are complex animals." Jia Cong shook the reins, "Besides, your prince, what I've been good at since I was a child is pretending. I can only pretend for a while, and after I finish pretending, I will return to my original shape."
Another soldier said: "Why did the prince persuade the monk to return to secular life?"
"Because I want to lure... oh, people don't know who I am..." Jia Cong pouted, "I also want to lure the monk's master to come to me."
The soldier just now said: "Now that you are doing this, you have to go back and leave some traces."
Jia Cong waved his hand: "No need, just leave it to Comrade Zhan Kun for investigation tomorrow." Nai exhaled, clapped his horse and walked forward, continuing to sing, "I really want to be happy for you, but my dear, what are you doing?
Not with me -" The soldier laughed again. Jia Cong snorted, "Why are you laughing! Single, single, dog!" These children are not married yet.
The next day was the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and every household was packing up their New Year's things. The office started working on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and there was another day off for the Lantern Festival, so they went to work as usual on the sixteenth day. Jia Cong was used to being late, so he lazily got up to wash up and eat.
Just after finishing a bowl of Bijing porridge, the disciple came in and replied: "Your Majesty, there is an old monk outside the house. He said he has something to see you."
Jia Cong was stunned: "Huh? Which temple is it from?"
"He said it was Monk Lioyuan from Wanshou Zen Temple." Menzi said, "He said that the prince went to see his disciple last night."
"Ah? This old monk actually knows who I am?" Jia Cong hurriedly recalled his words and deeds last night twice. He really didn't know where the flaw was. He said, "Forget it, no matter how he found out. Please."
He's going to the outer study." Menzi agreed and went.
Jia Cong had no choice but to abandon his half-eaten breakfast and hurriedly changed his clothes and went out. When he arrived at the outer study room, he saw that the old monk had arrived. He was wearing red clothes and holding a bamboo hat in his hand. Jia Cong saw that he was at least sixty years old.
, he hurriedly put his hands together and saluted: "Good morning, master." The monk returned the greeting by putting his hands together, and the two took their seats respectively.
Jia Cong was curious and asked with a smile: "How did the master guess Xiao Wang's identity?"
Liao Yuan said: "The personal soldiers accompanying the prince are extraordinary. They are of the prince's age and appearance."
"Oh, that's right." Jia Cong looked at him and said, "Master, you came to see Xiao Wang so early. Do you think there is something wrong?"
Liao Yuan nodded: "I wonder what the prince said to his disciple last night. He wants to return to secular life."
Jia Cong shrugged: "It is inconvenient to tell Master about private matters."
Li Yuanzhen said, "You cannot return to the world as a disciple."