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 Embassy, Wang Xu was also speechless for a long time, sighing at the wonder of fate.

He knew that Zhang Xiaomei was interesting to him, and he admired Zhang Xiaomei's character of daring to love and hate, but there was not much he could do.

said a thousand ways and ten thousand, he was just an incarnation, and he came to the Confucian world for the power system here, and he had no intention of marrying a wife and having children.

Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaomei would run away from home to find him, and she would have an emotional burden, who would he reason with about this.

"Shall we go like this?"

Looking at Wang Xu, who was silent and helpless, Fahai whispered: "If you leave like this, you will ruin the girl." ”

Wang Xu was already depressed, but he was even more depressed when Fahai said this, and asked rhetorically: "Then what can I do, I can't marry her, right?" ”

Fahai lowered his head and thought about it, and replied: "Anyway, you are going to marry a wife and have children sooner or later, I think the Zhang family girl is good, if I were you, I would really marry her." ”

"If I were you, I wouldn't be talking here."

Wang Xu looked disgusted, a monk, just knocking on the scriptures and reciting the Buddha, pretending to be a love saint.

Marrying, to put it simply, means responsibility

Wang Xu admires Zhang Xiaomei, but he doesn't mean male and female, so if he can't appreciate one, marry one.

He is not Emperor Xuanyuan, he is cultivating the Yellow Emperor's internal scriptures, and he pays attention to the three thousand royal maids who ride the dragon and ascend, how can he have the heart to open a harem.

Alas, I really owe it, why did I invite the Zhang brothers and sisters to Hangzhou.

If there was no such thing, Zhang Xiaomei would not have run away from home, let alone go to Hangzhou to find him.

Calamity, all calamity, did you provoke the peach blossoms, otherwise two calamities in a row, how can they all be related to women?

"People are terrible, we are gone like this, gossip can force Zhang Xiaomei to death, we should do something, right?" Fahai was still unwilling, and said worriedly.

Wang Xu glanced at him, but he didn't expect Fahai to be born with Huigen, but he was so fascinated by love words.

Yes, as Fahai grows up little by little, from the point of view of appearance, it is more and more like Fahai played by Zhao Wenzhuo in the Legend of the Green Snake.

In the movie, Fahai responded to the love catastrophe and moved his heart, and the word love was his weakness.

"What you said also makes sense, lonely men and widows, meeting in Hangzhou, is a stain in itself. didn't do anything, the most injured person was Zhang Xiaomei, and it was not righteous to leave. Well, let me think about it, is there a way to fix it. Yes, if we are relatives, Zhang Xiaomei is not looking for me for a private meeting, but for relatives, and the gossip should be able to stop a little, right? ”

Wang Xu retracted his gaze, also thought about Fahai's words, and decided to do something.

Spreading out the paper and studying the ink, Wang Xu thought for a moment, and wrote: "Farewell, give cousin Zhang Xiaomei in Yangzhou Mansion..."

Of course, Wang Xu and Zhang Xiaomei are not relatives, they are written out to set the tone, and there are poems as proof, and they will be cousins in the future.

As long as the Zhang family does not object, this matter is done, and when others ask, my cousin went to Hangzhou with my cousin to play, and running away from home to a wild man are two different concepts.

Farewell to cousin Zhang Xiaomei in Yangzhou Mansion...

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered.

A glass of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

When will the relatives return here, and don't linger when they come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered.

Life is rare to get together, only parting more.

Sou!!

After a poem is written, the golden light rises into the sky, and it is a Zhenzhou poem that can be passed down through the ages.

So far, Wang Xu has written: Don't ask the god to buy a teenager... There is a golden house in the book... Who knows the Chinese food on the plate... From afar, the mountains are colorful... Remembering Jiangnan is the most memorable Yangzhou... After all, West Lake in mid-June... Outside the long sky, on the side of the ancient road, the grass is green... Six Zhenzhou poems, one Zhenguo poem, a total of seven poems.

Blowing dry the ink on the paper, Wang Xu sighed and whispered, "There is only so much I can do!" ”

The light of Zhenzhou's poem has already illuminated the night sky, and even the servants in the Governor Caoyun's mansion have come out.

Wang Xu walked up with Fahai, handed the poem to a handyman, and said, "Send this poem to your master, and your master will naturally understand it when he sees it." ”

Zhang Minghuai is an official, the most opportunistic, seeing the title of this poem, you should be able to understand what Wang Xu meant.

Tomorrow, when the morning dawns, Zhang Minghuai will take out the poem and invite the guests, and everyone will see that Wang Xu and Zhang Xiaomei in the poem are commensurate with brother and sister.

People are terrible, gossip can also kill, this poem can be regarded as Wang Xu's explanation to Zhang Xiaomei.

"Let's go..."

Bringing the poems to the servants, Wang Xu left with Fahai.

As the two walked along the road, Fahai tilted his head and looked at him as if he were looking at an alien.

"What's wrong?"

Being looked at all over his body, Wang Xu couldn't help but ask.

Fahai scratched his bald head and sighed: "Others call you only eight buckets tall, which is comparable to Cao Zijian, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." ”

Cao Zijian is Cao Zhi, seven steps can poetry, known as the world's talent ten buckets, Cao Zijian monopolizes eight buckets, this is the origin of the eight buckets of talent.

When Wang Xu wrote the poem just now, it was even more terrifying than writing a poem in seven steps.

Fahai finally understood why Wang Xu was confident and said that he would never forget his back.

This is a demon, more terrifying than a genius, and I am actually friends with such a demon, and the pressure is so great.

Without saying anything all the way, the two walked together and went to Fahuai Temple.

Fahai Temple is just a small temple, a front yard, a Tibetan hall, a backyard, an old monk, a small novice, is everything in the temple.

Fahai saw the old monk, respectfully called the senior brother, and then told him his origin, as well as a request to place a temporary stay.

The old monk was very charitable, smiled at the request and nodded, and raised his hand to the front yard.

The two were led to the front yard by the little novice, and Fahai said while walking: "The host of Fahuai Temple, the past dynasties have taken Fahuai as the name, and it has a lot of relationship with my Jinshan Temple. Master Fahuai's lineage, although he does not practice supernatural powers, does not practice magic, and only studies scriptures, but he is a person with university knowledge, and he is very famous in the southern temples. ”

Wang Xu looked back, and the King of Dizang was also enshrined in Fahuai Temple, but looking at this scale and dilapidated appearance, it didn't look like the incense was in its prime.

It seems that the reputation of Fahuai Temple should only be spread in the temple, and it is an inconspicuous small temple for ordinary people.

This is not surprising, even in modern times, rituals and music have collapsed, monks have become a profession, and there are some real temples that do not accept incense and tourists.

In the temple, there may not be many monks, but this kind of temple is pure.

The monks are self-cultivated and self-fed, and do not accept money and alms, and their fame among the people is not obvious, but they are quite famous in the temple.

Wang Xu has seen such a monk in modern times.

It was a middle-aged monk, who looked inconspicuous, and was also wearing a hundred clothes and doing ascetic dress.

As a result, I went to a famous temple in the city to give a lecture on the Fa, and hundreds of monks in the temple, including the presiding officer, waited outside a few hours in advance when they got the news, waiting for the monks to preach the Fa.

One asked, the temple of the middle-aged monk, everyone has never heard of it, and it can't be found on the map, since then Wang Xu knows that there are still true monks in the world, but true monks are rare, and the world can't see a few, but the so-called masters are full of numbers, like the carp crossing the river is countless.

"What does Master Fahuai usually do?" With curiosity about Master Fahuai, Wang Xu asked Xiao Shami.

The little novice clasped his hands together and replied, "The master usually organizes the Buddhist scriptures and annotates the scriptures, and nothing else. ”

As soon as Wang Xu heard it, he knew that he had met a high monk, and there were several monks who could annotate Buddhist scriptures in the whole world.

You must know that in the real temple, the status of the monk is higher than that of the warrior monk, the first emphasis is on learning, the second is the supernatural power, and the supernatural power is just a pan-life product of the Buddhist scriptures.

Master Fahai was able to preface the Buddhist scriptures for other temples and monks to learn, and he himself had risen from learning to the level of creation, no wonder even Fahai did not dare to be presumptuous.

"Donor, uncle, we are a small temple here, and the guest rooms are a little simple, please don't blame it."

Led the two to the guest room in the front yard, Xiao Shami folded his hands: "The front yard and the back yard are very close, just call me if you have something, and the disciple will retire." ”

Fahai smiled in return and watched the little novice go away.

When he couldn't see it anymore, he turned his head slightly and said to Wang Xu: "I've thought all the way, your writing is so good, when can you send me a poem." ”

"Do you want it too?"

Wang Xu felt strange and asked, "What do you want that thing for?" ”

Fahai thought for a while and replied: "Fame is still a little beneficial, in this life, I entered the world to practice, accumulate merits, and you are afraid that a poem of yours will be more effective than me in dealing with many demons, and it will make more people know about me." ”

"That's it!"

Hearing that Fahai also needed fame, Wang Xu nodded lightly: "This matter is on me, but the poems can't be written indiscriminately, they must be in accordance with the situation, this matter is not in a hurry." ”

After Fahai got the promise, he left contentedly and lived next door to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu touched his chin, Fahai wants to accumulate merits, and it is indispensable to show his head.

Perhaps, he can think of a win-win solution, which can not only elevate Fahai, but also elevate himself, just like Su Dongpo and Buddha Yin.