Chapter 44 It's about marriage, I won't mess around

The spring thunder is muffled, which makes people anxious. Dongfang Biren walked like flying, carrying a little meat on his back, as if he had nothing. It didn't take long to climb over this mountain.

ushered in another mountain. He put down Xue Qianwu and pointed to her and introduced it: "This is Biyun Mountain, and there is a Shanyuan Temple on the top of the mountain. Shanyuan Temple is divided into two courtyards. The east courtyard is the monk's room and the west courtyard is the Ni room, which is separated by a river of cause and effect.

"How dare you! Isn't it wonderful that you live in a monk's room and I live in a nunnery? I was still talking about it a few days ago, but there was a worldly report!" Xue Qianwu shouted for a while and asked, "What is this Shanyuan Temple doing?"

Dongfang Biren said, "Good fate ends, evil ends. Naturally, it can be seen from the name of the temple that it is for affectionate men and women to see marriage. As the most effective marriage hexagrams of the Guzhu Dynasty, thousands of men and women come to ask for hexagrams every year.

"Do you believe this?" Xue Qianwu's interest came.

"I still believe..." Dongfang Biren said, "It can flourish. After all, it also reflects to a certain extent that this temple has a considerable deep accumulation of Buddha's fate."

Xue Qianwu danced and said, "You carry me on your back, and we will also ask for a gossip!" Whether it's effective or not, it's a fun thing after all!"

"I can't say this! You only think it's a funny thing, but I'm very cautious! There are both expectations and some worries..." Dongfang Biren did not cooperate.

Xue Qianwu was afraid that he would not go and quickly said, "Since we are staying overnight, we have to find a reason!" Otherwise, how can you directly disturb others? Why don't you pretend to be a little couple from afar and ask for gossip? Why don't you make some tributes of fire and silver? On rainy days, they don't show mercy when they see that we can't go back?

"What a crooked idea!" Dongfang Biren smiled and said, "According to what you said, let's go up."

Xue Qianwu held his arms and wanted to climb up his neck.

"What is this?" Dongfang Biren asked her.

Xue Qianwu took it for granted and raised his eyebrows and said, "Send the Buddha to the west, and carry the person to the end!" When you heard the thunder rolling and walked to half your waist, I was so scared that my legs trembled. What should I do if I fell to the bottom of the mountain?

"You little lazy, can't I hold you tight? If you fall down, I will use it as a cushion for you!" Dongfang Biren whispered in her ear, "If you are not sincere, you will not be divinationful!" Buddhism is clean, and it's okay for us to hold hands. How can we be too close?

Xue Qianwu suddenly realized that he refused to carry her. It turned out to be because of etiquette and love for face.

What a fairy brother, forgive you for the time being! But I wrote down this account for you. One day, I will let you run around the capital three times behind my back in front of everyone.

Dongfang Biren looked at her evil smile and frowned and asked, "Are you trying to trick me again?"

Xue Qianwu quickly covered up and said, "No! How dare you? By the way, when will I be willing to fix you?"

Dongfang Biren said unsteadfastly, "Then let me go up quickly!" Don't mess around. This involves our lifelong events!"

Xue Qianwu smiled like a flower and pretended to be a grandson and said, "Don't worry! For the red candle drunken moon night, for the children, for the bandit female supporting officials, and for the same bed forever, I won't mess around!"

Dongfang Biren's face was stiff for a long time before she couldn't laugh.

Green pine and cypress, fragrant grass. Most of the road has gone, and the sight is not very clear. The black clouds are surging and covering the top of the mountain. The thunder became more and more dull, as if it were ringing on the head. Fortunately, when Dongfang Biren was beside her and Xue Qianwu was alone, what she was most afraid of was the thunder, which always reminded me of many strange legends.

When the raindrops began to fall, they just arrived at the temple.

Through the rain curtain, Xue Qianwu faintly saw that on a seemingly ordinary and unusual wooden plaque, a small red seal engraved with the three words "Shanyuan Temple". On the left and right sides, there is a pair of couplets, chanting: "The hernia is sad, happy and infatuated in the world, and the wind and moon are full of affection in the world."

Xue Qianwu opened his mouth and said, "This 'hernia' sound 'good', that 'fate' sound 'yuan', how can it make people feel a little scared and creepy?"

Dongfang Biren stood with his hands behind his hands, unaware that the rain hit him, and said quietly, "No love, no worry, no love, no fear, it's all."

Xue Qianwu saw that he was holy again, wiped the rain on his face, and said with a smile, "I'll knock on the door, you deal with it."

The door opened, and a gatekeeper with a rain gear poked his head out. Dongfang Biren gracefully saluted, "All vulgar people come to ask about marriage, because the road is far away, and there is heavy rain on the road, and it is dark. For inconvenience, I hope the monks can do it conveniently.

The gatekeeper looked at the visitor and hurriedly said, "The donor is not polite. Wait for the poor monk to report to the elder tomb."

Not long after, the gatekeeper helped the elders. I saw the elder of the tomb, dressed in a saber, the heavenly court was full, the silver beard was elegant, and his eyes were clear and exquisite.

He did not raise his eyes, but there was a faint light. Finally, he said, "The visitor is noble, but why is Qu'an Temple? After that, go ahead."

Dongfang Biren thanked him, but Xue Qianwu didn't dare to come out and slipped in.

Entering the courtyard, I saw a natural river canal running through the north and south of the temple. The river slowly flowed out from the semicircular arch under the wall. In the middle of the canal, there is a white stone bridge with a lonely house on the bridge. The style of the house is simple, but it occupies the whole bridge, with a little majesty and mystery, and there is a sense of castle standing in the air. There are dozens of monks in the courtyard to the east of the bridge, and there are dozens of nuns in the west.

"Is the guest proposing?" Elder Zhongtong asked.

Dongfang Biren looked at Xue Qianwu and said solemnly, "That's exactly what he meant. The road is delayed, and it's getting late. What a disturbance.

"Since it is a request for gossip, please come to the main hall."

Xue Qianwu was surprised. Where is the main hall? However, Elder Zhongtong stepped onto the bridge, opened the door of the water pavilion, invited the two of them to go in, and then sat on the grass.

Xue Qianwu looked at it, and the stove was fragrant, and the window was bright and clean. On the front wall, there is a huge landscape painting hanging. On the sandalwood platform, there are many hexagrams scattered, and each sign is tied with a red line.

At this time, the elder Zhongtong coughed gently, and a seven- or eight-year-old beautiful boy came. Elder Zhongtong opened the door of the back wall and whispered, "Say some good words and ask your Master Chongjing to come over."

Xue Qianwu's eyes lit up and he was worried. There was a big house in the middle of the bridge, and he couldn't even put his feet on the edge. How could he go to the other side?

It turned out that there were two doors in the pavilion, one connected to the east courtyard and the other connected to the west courtyard. The key was managed by this elder. Ha ha, even if there is an unscrupulous monk with bad intentions, he can't climb over the house and reach the nunyard.

"Holy Monk and Elder, please forgive me! Isn't this marriage sign in front of you? Just draw one at will, won't you just read it?" Xue Qianwu thought he knew a lot of etiquette and asked with his fist.

Dongfang Biren stopped her and said, "The elders have their own reasons. Don't ask each other again."

When Elder Zhongtong heard their conversation, he actually smiled kindly: "Only when there is a difference between a man and a woman can they become a mandarin duck. I'm in charge of the male signature, and Master Chongjing is in charge of the female signature. You two have to draw your own hexagrams to make sense.