The bear child of the Red Chamber, Jia Cong

During the Lantern Festival, the streets are full of people with children or in pairs.Poor Jia Cong is clearly not single, and still walks alone under the full moon.So he ran back to the mansion, grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice, and murmured: "I'm depressed alone, and I'm depressed with others, which one is depressed?" But he stood up and stretched, "It's not as good as being with others." Then he changed into a plain jacket Son, jumped on the horse and went to Wanshou Temple.

When they came to the gate of the temple, they happened to meet a scholar who also jumped off his horse, and the two arched their hands at each other.This person claimed to be surnamed Qiu, but he was waiting for Chunwei's son, and he lived near Zuo.Because I don't like the noise at home, I want to come to the temple to seek peace.Ask Jia Cong again.Jia Cong said: "Wansheng's surname is Zhou. My father and uncle went to visit my nephew's family. Wansheng knew that my nephew was pretending to be sick, so I slipped away so that my father would not suffer when he came back." Qiusheng laughed a few times.Then they entered the gate of the temple together.Both of them understood that those who came here for nothing to hang out were definitely not the children of ordinary people.It's just that both of them have no intention of making friends with each other, so they don't ask carefully.

It snowed for most of the day today, and the monks did not sweep away much.Looking up, the whole Buddhist temple is solemn and deserted.Jia Cong thought of the monk with the green hat Heavenly King who heard the Dharma, and he couldn't help sighing and shaking his head: "The pure land of Buddhism." Qiu Sheng glanced at him.There were already monks from the temple to welcome them, and both of them clasped their hands together to salute.

That Qiu Sheng was obviously an acquaintance, said with a smile: "Wan Sheng just walk around." The monk nodded with a smile.Jia Cong said: "The late students can go for a walk first." The monk didn't care, just let them in.

When they came to the Palace of Heavenly Kings, Jia Cong paced slowly with his hands behind his back, while Qiu Sheng walked quickly.Qiu Sheng entered the hall, but Jia Cong did not go in, but walked around from the outside.When Jia Cong walked around the back of the hall, he saw Qiu Sheng's figure entering the Daxiong Hall.Then he circled around again, and Qiu Sheng was no longer seen behind the palace.

Most of the monks in the temple went back to their houses to rest, only a few guarding the incense sticks in each hall.Although these few didn't recognize Jia Cong, they knew that he was carrying a string of soldiers behind him, so they were quite polite.Jia Cong also had a chat with him like an ordinary Confucian scholar, and secretly regretted why he didn't put up a few wooden map boards for this temple—he didn't know where to find Wen Kong.Fortunately, he still has a little common sense, knowing that the abbot's courtyard in an ordinary temple is also in the monk's living area, so he asked him where the abbot is.The monk pointed the way.

Walk all the way to the abbot's courtyard.Jia Cong wasn't looking for the old monk in the first place, so he didn't go in. He just looked outside a few times, thinking about finding someone to find out about Wen Kong.Coincidentally, there was a figure walking in front of him, he thought it must be a young monk out for a stroll, so he chased after him.When he got closer, he saw that the man was not wearing a monk's robe, and his figure flashed into a courtyard, as if he was a servant.Jia Cong wanted to harass people to ask for directions, and whoever was harassing was not harassing, so he walked over.

The yard is not gated.Looking in at a glance, the inside is not small.There are three houses, a few pines and cypresses protrude from the back of the house, and two wintersweet plants stand in the front yard, shining bright yellow under the bright moon.Under the wintersweet tree, there is a long table with tea, four treasures of the study, and four freshly marketed magnolia flower glass clear oil lamps.A monk and a Confucian sit in front of the case.The night wind blows, and the wintersweet flowers rustle from the trees.The monk looked to be only in his twenties, with delicate features and a bit of a woman's 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, "Excuse me, can I bother you for a moment?"

The two of them leaned together in front of the desk, as if they were looking at someone's new poem; they raised their heads when they heard this.Qiu Sheng was slightly surprised: "Isn't this Brother Zhou?"

"That's right." Jia Cong said, "Wan Sheng purposely staggered the way with Brother Qiu, but we didn't want to meet again. We are really destined."

Qiu Sheng stood up with a smile: "It is indeed destined."

Jia Cong looked at the monk and folded his palms together: "Wan Sheng wants to ask the master for directions."

The monk also stood up and saluted with palms together: "Almsgiver, please come in and speak."

Jia Cong walked into the courtyard and said, "Wansheng only asks the way. Dare to ask Master, where does Master Wen Kong live?"

Qiu Sheng burst out laughing: "Why are you looking for Wenkong? Are you also here to compare poems?"

Jia Cong rang the bell in his heart: Could it be this one?He also said in his mouth: "Don't dare, late students are seldom learned."

Qiu Shengdao: "It's easy to see and hear about Kong. Wen Kong only knows the world through poetry. Brother Zhou must first use poetry as a guide."

Jia Cong already knew that he guessed right.Unconsciously, I took a closer look at the monk: he is eight feet tall and hangs zero, and he looks good. He can read poetry and medicine, so it's no wonder my sister-in-law is in love.Nai walked to the case in a few steps, and wrote without saying a word: Avoiding the cold and looking for dreams to go to Jialan, it's absurd to sleep all night.Send me wintersweet flowers down, half the garden is snowy and the moon is cold.At any rate, Jia Cong studied under the two great Confucian scholars for many years. Although he has no talent in poetry, it is no problem to slightly change the words of Mr. Yu Dafu's masterpiece to suit the occasion.

Qiu Sheng clapped his hands: "I'm in such a hurry!" The monk smiled and nodded.Qiu Sheng said, "It's just that today is the Shangyuan Festival, and Xiongtai hasn't mentioned a word?"

Jia Cong said: "It is a festival when there are beauties, but it is an ordinary day without beauties."

Qiu Sheng nodded: "That makes sense." Nai smiled and pointed at the monk, "Guess who he is."

The monk sang to the Buddha, with a smile on his face: "Almsgiver, the poor monk is Wen Kong." Before he finished speaking, a small piece of snowflakes fell from the sky, gently lingering beside the monk, giving birth to the charm of a fairy out of thin air.

The poems of monks and Confucians, flowers, moons, snows and teas are collected in one courtyard.The theory is that Jia Cong should bow to his name with a smile at this moment, but he is not one who forgets his original intention easily.The purpose of coming here today is to "get depressed with others".Jia Cong immediately sank, looked Wenkong up and down for a moment, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "You are Wenkong?"

Wen Kong and Qiu Sheng were both startled.Wen Kong said: "The poor monk is right."

Jia Cong said: "The master is a monk. A monk is also a follower of the Buddha. He is born late and does not understand Buddhism. I only heard roughly that all living beings are equal before the Buddha. The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Fear of harming the lives of ants, cherishing the lamps covered by moths. For those who practice Buddhism, chanting scriptures and offering incense are the second most important things. Doing good and helping talents is the most important thing. I don’t know if there is any difference in what you think in your later life?”

Wen Kong said: "Not bad."

Jia Cong said: "Since that's the case, why does the master refuse to save him?"

Wen Kong was surprised: "How come the poor monk sees death and refuses to save him?"

Jia Cong sneered: "There is a hole in the road, and you will die if you fall. There is a blind man who passes through that street twice a month, and the master often looks at him. Although he reminds the blind man occasionally, 'You can't see with your eyes, it's better to walk'. I never took it to heart. The master also knew that the blind man didn't guess that there was a hole in the road, and he only said "walking is better, that blind brother" after a few months. Although the blind man was very lucky, it took him two years After the government repaired the road and filled it up, the cave didn’t fall down. Could it be that the master is not responsible for the danger? Is my analogy very polite? Is the real situation more dangerous than a blind man’s visit to the cave?”

Wen Kong only thought for a moment, his face suddenly turned black and red and then white as if someone had punched him.After a long time, he closed his eyes and recited the sound of Buddha.

Jia Cong said indifferently: "It's fine if you are an ordinary person, but you are a monk. You are not only a monk, you are also a doctor. A doctor's vocation is to save people, let alone a monk. With these two professions, Babaer sees innocent people brushing shoulders with death every day, you are quite safe."

Wen Kong sang Buddha again: "That hole does not mean that you will die when you fall."

"Huh?" Jia Cong frowned slightly, and immediately understood, "You mean, she was ill!"

Wen Kong said: "There is a medical girl beside her, and the poor monk and Han imperial physician 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 her. , Delayed."

Jia Cong shuddered, and after a while he slapped again, and said after a while, "Do you think it's safe, she won't die anyway?" Wen Kong sang Buddha again.Jia Cong smiled and said, "Don't recite the Buddha's name. The Buddha heard that he was going to vomit. It's really insane! I have seen many wicked people, but none of them have been as vicious as you. At least the wicked will not think that they have done nothing wrong. There is still leisure Recite poems and compose Fu every day."

This time Wenkong really didn't even sing Buddha's praises, he just closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly.

Na Qiusheng had been listening silently, and suddenly said: "Brother Zhou, what can they do!"

Jia Cong let out a "huh" and said, "Brother Qiu, you also know? Is there something else going on with you here?"

Qiu Sheng was disappointed 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 said again, "But I don't have any opinion on him. As an imperial physician, he is restrained by the emperor's family not to act recklessly. If he offends someone's brother-in-law, maybe The 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 Han Taiyi. You have the opportunity to tell her the truth, and you know that she is very smart, and you are also very smart. Clever. You could all work out a way to act like she happened to guess that from somewhere else."

The courtyard was silent.After a while, Qiu Sheng smiled wryly and said, "Brother Zhou, we really didn't expect this..."

"It's not that I didn't think of it, it's that I didn't think about it." Jia Cong snorted, "You guys know that you are all smart people, it's impossible that you can't think of a way."

"Besides, that... Her natal family knew about it."

"Of course her natal family knows." Jia Cong said, "It's not her natal family that is in danger every day, but herself. She is the victim. Why are you talking about the victim?" Qiu Sheng and Wen Kong were stunned for a long while. , looked at each other, and it was obvious that what Jia Cong said had impacted their values.

Jia Cong spread his hands: "Her natal family knew that the man had an infectious disease, and that she would probably get the disease if she married. They still sold her. What is it if she is not a perpetrator? Even if they are forced by power, they should at least remind their daughter to prevent it." That's right. Besides, the patient has been ill for many years, and the maid, woman, and servant around her didn't die of the disease. It is known that if you pay attention, you can avoid getting the disease. However, the grandma didn't pay attention because she didn't know it. She didn't I don’t know because everyone thinks that if she knows, she won’t agree. Hehe, don’t you think you are committing a crime together? This is the same as throwing a blind man on a blind horse and driving him to the abyss, and then tricking the blind man into saying that this is a bright road. Isn't it the same to let the horse run casually?"

The courtyard was silent again.After a long time, Wen Kong said wearily: "The poor monk is guilty."

Jia Cong looked at him and said, "If I were you, I would return to vulgarity tomorrow. You are not worthy of this monk's robe."

Wen Kong murmured: "The poor monk is really not worthy of this monk's robe."

Jia Cong picked up his feet and left.After walking a few steps, he stopped, and said: "The most terrible thing is not terminal illness, but that everyone doesn't try their best to find a solution, and leave their fate to God." Nai withdrew and left.

After leaving the mountain gate, Xiaoxue stopped the idea just now.Only now did Jia Cong remember that he wanted to chat with Wen Kong's master today, but it was obvious that the conversation was no longer possible.Nai looked back at the Wanshou Temple, sat on the horse and squeezed his chin—I always felt that this temple was not simple.Then he patted his horse and left.

The streets were bustling as before, and some silver flakes fell on the ground, leaving only a few water marks.Chen Ruijin and his wife are also going to watch the lanterns tonight, they will rest for a day tomorrow, and then set off on the road in the next day.Jia Cong stared blankly for a moment, then hummed a little song: "My dear, why aren't you by my side, a day by myself is like a year..." The soldiers around couldn't help laughing.Jia Cong said without turning his head, "What are you laughing at! What's so funny about thinking about your daughter-in-law."

The soldier said: "Just now, the lord was talking about the truth with others, and he is so majestic. Now he is humming this again."

"Humans are complex animals." Jia Cong shook the reins, "Besides, your lord, I was best at pretending when I was a child. I can only pretend for a while, and I will return to my original shape immediately after pretending."

Another soldier said: "Why did the prince persuade the monk to return to the vulgar?"

"Because I want to lure... Oh, people don't even know who I am..." Jia Cong pouted, "I also want to lure that monk's master to come to me."

Just then the soldier said: "Since this is the case, you have to go back and leave some traces."

Jia Cong waved his hand: "No need, I will throw it to Comrade Zhan Kun tomorrow." Nai let out a breath, patted his horse and walked forward, and continued to sing, "I really want to be happy for you, but my dear, why don't you?" Not by my side—" The soldier laughed again.Jia Cong snorted, "What are you laughing at! Single, body, dog!" These children are not married yet.

The next day is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and every family packs up their New Year's items.The yamen started working on the eighth day of the lunar new year, and the Lantern Festival had another day off, and went to work as usual on the sixteenth.Jia Cong was used to being late, so he lazily got up to wash and eat.Just after finishing a bowl of rice porridge, Menzi came in and said, "My lord, an old monk came outside the gate of the mansion, and said he was looking for his lord for something."

Jia Cong was taken aback: "Huh? Which temple?"

"It is said that it is the monk Liaoyuan of Wanshou Temple." Menzi said, "He said that the prince went to see his apprentice last night."

"Yeah? This old monk actually knows who I am?" Jia Cong hurriedly recalled his words and deeds last night twice, and he really didn't know where there was a loophole.Nai said, "Forget it, don't care how he sees it. Please go to the study outside." Menzi agreed and went.

Jia Cong had no choice but to leave his half-eaten breakfast, change clothes and go out in a hurry.When I arrived at the outer study, I saw that the old monk had arrived.Wearing a red cassock, holding a bamboo hat in his hand.Jia Cong saw that he was at least in his 60s, so he put his palms together and saluted: "Good morning, master." Monk Liao Yuan joined his palms together to return the salute, and the two sat down as guests and hosts.

Jia Cong was curious, and asked with a smile: "How did the master guess Xiao Wang's identity?"

Liao Yuan said: "The soldiers around the prince are not what ordinary people can bring. They also have the age and appearance of the prince."

"Oh, yes." Jia Cong looked at him and said, "Master came to see Xiao Wang so early, do you think there is something wrong?"

Liao Yuan nodded: "I don't know what the prince said to the young man last night, he wants to return to vulgarity."

Jia Cong shrugged: "It's inconvenient to tell Master about private topics."

Liao Yuan said sternly, "You must not return to vulgarity."