The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The matchmaker frowned and thought to herself: "Hey, this stupid scholar is obviously cheating and cheating. My Zongdan brother did all the work. He was just pretending to be when you opened your eyes, but you took him for granted." I’ve been busy all night, I’m really heartless!” But he didn’t dare to refute the master, so he could only echo “Hmm” a few times.

Yingying then chuckled and said, "Look at that Zhang Sheng, he is really charming and young, and his appearance is quite attractive." She covered her mouth and smiled, with a mischievous look in her eyes.

The matchmaker couldn't help but smile, thinking about saying something that Yingying would like to hear, lest she come to pinch me again. Anyway, you and this stupid guy are the same thing, and it's not wrong to have sympathy for each other, so she replied: "Yes, He looks handsome and elegant. But on the inside, he is extremely smart and knowledgeable. He is truly the best in the world."

Yingying continued: "But if you look at him like that, he is always squirming and deliberately pretentious, as if he is showing off his handsomeness in every possible way. It's really funny."

The two of them laughed and clapped, as if they were making fun of Zhang Sheng's ridiculousness.

Seeing that Yingying liked to listen, the matchmaker continued to praise Zhang Sheng softly and said, "I guess that scholar, as dusk gradually fell, he was still tired from the day, and the melodious sound of woks and woks came from outside the window. Until night, he kept lying in the book curtain. Here, waiting to fall asleep, only to find that thousands of sighs never reach dawn. The night is long and silent, and it seems that there are thousands of words in my heart, making it difficult to fall asleep."

Yingying smiled slightly, her brows brows shy, but she was secretly curious about the true appearance of this scholar. Her eyes flickered, secretly trying to figure out the matchmaker's words.

Yingying's heart was full of contradictions, and she couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the scene of getting along with the scholar in the Buddhist temple.

The matchmaker saw Yingying's thoughts, patted the back of her hand gently, and comforted: "Don't think too much, young people have some worries and entanglements. Although time is long, it also has its own beauty. I believe that tomorrow will be the best. better."

Yingying nodded, smiled and thanked the matchmaker for her concern. Yingying suddenly felt the warm companionship of the matchmaker, and a sense of solidity gradually surged in her heart. If she wasn't such a cheap maid, it would be nice to be a sister.

On the other side of the Buddhist hall, when Zhang Sheng saw Yingying opening her eyes, he pushed the piano boy away, snatched the incense candle from the piano boy's hand, and pretended to be busy lighting the candle and burning incense, while silently thinking in his heart: "Then Miss Yingying seems to have a gentle look at me and likes me!" He couldn't help but fall into fantasy.

In his mind, he imagined the scene of meeting the little lady Yingying: her eyes were smiling, her brows were gentle, and she was always kind to his words. Whenever he recited poems, Miss Yingying would always listen quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if appreciating his talent.

Zhang Sheng smiled softly and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. He felt that his grace and talent were recognized in front of Miss Yingying, and his confidence doubled.

He thought about it with a shy smile on his face. He felt that he might also have a crush on Miss Yingying, but he just didn't have the courage to express it yet.

"Perhaps, I should be more proactive, communicate with her more, understand her interests and hobbies, and let her see my sincerity." Zhang Sheng silently made up his mind.

Zhang Sheng was full of expectations, but also a little nervous. He didn't know if Miss Yingying felt the same about him as he had guessed, but he decided to fight for it and let their fate lead to a better future.

Zhang Sheng frowned slightly, feeling some contradictions and doubts about Lady Yingying's attitude in his heart. He felt that Yingying seemed to understand his feelings, but he was worried that his worries would make her suspicious. He tried to guess Yingying's affection and wanted to know whether she had a crush on him.

In the intertwining of his thoughts, Zhang Sheng's emotions became complicated, feeling both happy and a little angry. He couldn't help but hear the sound of clanging clouds, as if to warn him to think calmly. At the same time, the sound of the monks chanting sutras and the novices' wooden fish also made him feel upset.

At this moment, Zhang Sheng understood that he could not covet the beauty of others and could not take away the feelings of others at will. He realized that he should stay calm and not easily affect the mood of others, including Miss Yingying. He decided to be more rational with his emotions and actions.

The piano boy was busy working, but Zhang Sheng pushed him away and snatched the incense candle. He knew that it was Cui Yingying who opened her eyes again. Shaking his head and smiling, he looked over to Cui Yingying and saw Cui Yingying quietly talking to the matchmaker. The two of them were talking about something exciting, and they were laughing so hard that their branches were trembling, and they were so beautiful. Unconsciously, he looked at the matchmaker with a smile.

After the matchmaker finished chatting and laughing with Yingying, she felt as if someone was staring at her. She guessed that it must be the piano boy. Looking around, she met the piano boy's eager eyes. She smiled sweetly in her heart and lowered her head.

At this time, in the Buddhist hall, the Buddhist scriptures and the monks moved their magical instruments with solemn expressions. Farben held the bell and pestle and shook it slowly, making a clear and melodious sound. All the monks knelt down and worshiped, chanting the Buddha's name in their hearts, and the rituals were carried out solemnly and solemnly.

With the movements of Dharma Ben, the ringing of the bell gradually weakened, and the ritual was finally coming to an end. With a solemn expression, Fa Ben slowly put down the bell and pestle, raised his hands and clasped his palms together, announcing the end of the ritual.

"The ritual has been completed and the monks can disperse." The voice of the Dharma Book was solemn and melodious, spreading throughout the entire Dharma Hall.

Upon hearing the announcement, the monks stood up and bowed, and then left the Buddhist hall one by one, returning to their dormitories or continuing their practice.

Outside the Buddhist hall, a ray of morning sun shines on the burning incense burner, and the smoke curls up, filling the air with a faint fragrance. Fa Ben prepares to perform a paper-burning ceremony to liberate the souls of the dead.

He held a stack of paper money in his hand and silently recited the salvation scriptures in his heart. Then, he gently lit the paper money on fire and watched quietly as it fluttered in the air and turned into ash. The flames of paper money reflected on his face, with a solemn and pious expression.

In this silent night, Faben and the monks completed the rituals and transcended the departed souls of the dead. Their hearts are filled with reverence for life and devotion to the salvation ceremony.

Faben watched the sky getting brighter, smiled and said to Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Miss Yingying: "It's already dawn, and the rituals are over here!"

His expression is solemn and kind, his hands are folded, and he is wearing a monk's robe, which makes people feel an aura of compassion and solemnity. Incense was burning in the Buddhist hall, and the faint candlelight illuminated his face, making him look even more mysterious and solemn.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes and looked dignified. Miss Yingying has a pretty face and shy eyebrows. The two of them stood in the Buddhist hall and respectfully followed the instructions of the Dharma Book.

The evening rituals have ended, and the monks are sitting quietly in the meditation hall, and the atmosphere is solemn and solemn. Dharma Ben shook the bell and pestle in his hand, with a clear and melodious voice, announcing that the ritual had been successfully completed.

"Madam and young lady, please go back to the west wing." His voice was gentle and solemn, making people feel a sense of inner peace and tranquility.

Mrs. Cui Xiangguo smiled slightly, bowed, and said, "Thank you Master for your mercy." Her voice was soft and gentle, full of respect.

Miss Yingying gently flicked her sleeves, bowed as well, and said shyly, "Thank you, Master."

Zhang Sheng said with a smile: "It's good to continue doing rituals for a while. If you have anything to do, you can leave it to me, Xiaosheng!"