That night, when Wang Xu left, he was sent out by the housekeeper.
Standing outside the door, looking at the signboard of the Governor's Office of Water Transport, Wang Xu was speechless for a long time, sighing at the wonder of fate.
He knew that Zhang Xiaomei was interested in him, and he admired Zhang Xiaomei's character of daring to love and hate, but there wasn't much he could do.
To put it bluntly, he is just an incarnation. He came to the Confucian world for the power system here and has no intention of marrying a wife and having children.
Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaomei would run away from home to find him, which would put an extra emotional burden on her. Who could he reason with about this matter?
"Are we leaving like this?"
Looking at Wang Xu who was silent and helpless, Fa Hai whispered: "If you leave like this, you will destroy this girl."
Wang Xu, who was already depressed, became even more depressed when Fa Hai said this, and asked: "What can I do? I can't marry her, right?"
Fahai lowered his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Sooner or later, you are going to get a wife and have children. I think the girl from the Zhang family is pretty good. If I were you, I would really marry her."
"If I were you, I wouldn't say anything sarcastic here."
Wang Xu looked disgusted. He was just a monk, knocking on sutras and chanting Buddha's name. He was pretending to be a love saint.
Marry, to put it simply, means responsibility
Wang Xu admires Zhang Xiaomei, but he doesn't have any feelings about men and women. He can't just marry the one he admires.
He is not Emperor Xuanyuan. He studies the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classics, which emphasizes the importance of three thousand imperial maidens riding dragons and ascending to heaven. How can he think about opening a harem?
Alas, I am really short of money. Why would I invite the Zhang brothers and sisters to Hangzhou if I have nothing to do?
If it hadn't been for this, Zhang Xiaomei would not have run away from home, let alone go to Hangzhou to find him.
Catastrophes are all calamities. Could it be that I have provoked a peach blossom evil spirit? Or else why are the two calamities in a row related to women?
"People's words are terrible. Let's leave like this. Rumors can drive Xiaomei Zhang to death. We should do something, right?" Fahai was still unwilling to give in and said worriedly.
Wang Xu glanced at him and didn't expect that Fahai, who was born with wisdom, was so obsessed with the word "love".
Yes, as Fahai grows up little by little, from the appearance point of view, he looks more and more like Fahai played by Zhao Wenzhuo in The Legend of Green Snake.
In the movie, Fa Hai responded to the calamity of love and moved his heart. The word love is his weakness.
"What you said makes sense. A man and a woman alone, meeting in Hangzhou, is a stain in itself. If you do nothing, the one who will be hurt the most is Zhang Xiaomei. It would be unjust to leave. Well, let me think about it, is there any way to solve it?
Come on. If we are relatives, Zhang Xiaomei is not seeking a private meeting with me, but is seeking relatives, so the rumors should be stopped, right?"
Wang Xu withdrew his gaze, thought about Fahai's words, and decided to do something.
Spreading out the paper, grinding the ink, Wang Xu thought for a moment, and then wrote: "Farewell, present to my cousin Zhang Xiaomei in Yangzhou Mansion..."
Of course Wang Xu and Zhang Xiaomei are not relatives. They are written this way to set the tone. There are poems to prove it. From now on, they will be cousins.
As long as the Zhang family does not object, the matter will be settled. When others ask, there are two different concepts between a cousin going to Hangzhou to play with his cousin and running away from home to join a wild man.
Farewell and a gift to my cousin Zhang Xiaomei in Yangzhou...
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.
A cup of turbid wine will extinguish all the joy, don’t sleep in the cold tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
When will your loved ones go and return? Don’t linger when they come.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.
Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, but with many separations.
Whoosh!!
After finishing a poem, golden light rose into the sky, and it was another Zhenzhou poem that could be passed down through the ages.
So far, Wang Xu has written: Don't ask God to buy a boy... There is a golden house in the book... Who knows the Chinese food on the plate... Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colorful... Reminiscing about Jiangnan·The most memorable thing is Yangzhou...After all
In the middle of June at West Lake... Beyond the long sky, beside the ancient road, the green grass spreads all over the sky... There are six poems to support the state and one poem to support the country, a total of seven poems.
After drying the ink on the paper, Wang Xu sighed and whispered: "There is only so much I can do!"
The light that Zhenzhou Shi lit up has illuminated the night sky, and even the servants in the Governor's Caoyun Mansion came out.
Wang Xu walked up with Fa Hai, handed the poem to a handyman, and said, "Send this poem to your master. Your master will understand it after seeing it."
Zhang Minghuai is an official and is the best at opportunism. When you see the title of this poem, you should be able to understand what Wang Xu means.
Tomorrow, at dawn, Zhang Minghuai took out the poem and invited the guests. Everyone saw that Wang Xu and Zhang Xiaomei were referred to as brother and sister in the poem. If not all the stains were removed, at least some of them could be eliminated.
People's words can be feared, and rumors can also kill people. This poem can be regarded as Wang Xu's explanation to Zhang Xiaomei.
"Let's go..."
After letting his servant bring the poem in, Wang Xu left with Fahai.
The two of them were walking on the road, and Fahai tilted his head and looked at him as if he were an alien.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Xu couldn't help but ask as his whole body was hairy at being looked at.
Fahai scratched his bald head and sighed: "People say you are as talented as Cao Zijian. I didn't believe it before, but I do now."
Cao Zijian is Cao Zhi, who can write poems in seven steps. He is said to have ten talents in the world. Cao Zijian has eight talents. This is the origin of eight talents.
When Wang Xu wrote the poem just now, he finished it in one breath, which was even more terrifying than writing a poem in seven steps.
Fahai finally understood why Wang Xu was so confident that he would never forget it.
This is a monster, more terrifying than a genius. I am actually making friends with such a monster, it is so stressful.
There was no conversation all the way, and the two of them walked together to Fahuai Temple.
Fahai Temple is just a small temple, with a front yard, a Ksitigarbha hall, a backyard, an old monk, and a young novice monk, that's everything in the temple.
When Fahai met the old monk, he respectfully called him "Senior Brother", then told him his origin and his request to stay temporarily.
The old monk was very charitable. He nodded with a smile and raised his finger to the front yard.
The two of them were led by the little novice monk to the front yard. Fahai said as they walked: "The abbot of Fahuai Temple has been called Fahuai in the past dynasties, and he has a close relationship with Jinshan Temple. Master Fahuai is from the lineage, although he does not practice supernatural powers.
, does not practice magic, only studies scriptures, but he is a man of great knowledge and is very famous in the southern temples."
Wang Xu looked back and saw that the Fahuai Temple also enshrined Ksitigarbha, but judging from its scale and dilapidated appearance, it didn't look like it was in full bloom.
It seems that the reputation of Fahuai Temple should only be spread among temples. To ordinary people, it is just an inconspicuous small temple.
This is not surprising. Even in modern times, when rituals and music have collapsed and monks have become a profession, there are still some real temples that remain closed to the public and do not accept incense or tourists.
There may not be many monks in the temple, but this kind of temple is pure.
They rest at sunset and work at sunrise. Monks farm and feed themselves. They do not accept money as alms. They are not well-known among the people, but they are quite famous in the temples.
Wang Xu has seen such monks in modern times.
He was a middle-aged monk who looked inconspicuous. He was also wearing a hundred-year-old robe and was dressed as an ascetic.
As a result, I went to a famous temple in the city to teach the Dharma. There were hundreds of monks in the temple, including the host. After receiving the news, they waited outside several hours in advance for the monks to give the Dharma lecture.
When I asked, no one had ever heard of a middle-aged monk’s temple, and they couldn’t find it on the map. From then on, Wang Xu knew that there are still real monks in the world, but real monks are rare, and few people in the world have seen them.
, on the contrary, there are countless so-called masters just like the crucian carp crossing the river.
"What does Master Fahuai do on a daily basis?" Wang Xu asked the little novice monk out of curiosity about Master Fahuai.
The little novice monk clasped his hands together and replied: "Master usually organizes Buddhist scriptures and annotates them, but there is nothing else."
As soon as Wang Xu heard this, he knew that he had met an eminent monk. There are only a few monks in the world who can comment on Buddhist scriptures.
You must know that in a real temple, literary monks have a higher status than martial monks. The first priority is knowledge, and the second priority is magical powers. Magical powers are just derivatives of Buddhist scriptures.
Master Fahai can preface Buddhist scriptures and let other temples and monks learn from it. This has risen from learning to the level of creation. No wonder even Fahai does not dare to be presumptuous.
"Donor, Uncle Master, we are a small temple here and the guest rooms are a bit shabby. Please don't blame us."
After leading the two of them to the guest room in the front yard, the young novice clasped his hands together and said, "The front yard and the back yard are very close. If you need anything, just call me. Disciple, please leave."
Fahai smiled in return and watched the little novice go away.
When he couldn't see it anymore, he turned slightly and said to Wang Xu: "I have been thinking about it for a long time. Your literary talent is so good, please give me a poem at some time."
"You want it too?"
Wang Xu felt strange and asked, "Why do you want that thing?"
Fa Hai thought for a while and replied: "Fame does have some benefits. In this life, I will practice in the world and accumulate merit. If you write a poem, I am afraid it will be more effective than me in dealing with many demons and let more people know about me."
"That's it!"
Hearing that Fahai also needed fame, Wang Xu nodded lightly: "This matter is all on me, but you can't write poems randomly, you have to adapt to the situation. This matter cannot be rushed."
After Fahai got the promise, he left with satisfaction and lived next door to Wang Xu.
Wang Xu touched his chin, Fa Hai had to show his face in order to accumulate merit.
Perhaps, I can think of a win-win solution that can not only improve Fahai but also myself, just like Su Dongpo and Foyin did.