Acacia race acacia, acacia under the acacia tree.

[Legend has it that the old fairy master of the moon is kind and kind-eyed, with white hair fluttering, dressed in red, holding red silk in one hand, and hanging the marriage book with an ancient staff in the other, living in the three places of reunion moon, the bottom of the acacia tree, and the engagement hall.

In charge of the marriage files of the people of the world, maintaining the marriage thousands of miles away, he is a little kind, and the lover will eventually become a family; As soon as he pulled the red rope, no one could escape the fate of the third world; He was on crutches and carrying a cloth bag full of red threads, running between the smoke and clouds; He has a childish face, beyond love and hatred; He is a great saint and a great merciful, and he has brought immeasurable merits to the people in the red dust......

The huge branches face south and the north face each other, hugging each other tightly, the slender and verdant leaves like willow eyebrows, the layers of strings grow densely, hung with red silk swaying in the wind, floating with the love prayers of men and women in the world.

"Lao Yue, you cook wine and tea all day long, and you don't hear anything outside the window, don't you feel bored, and only the old pig I am willing to accompany you." The man sat on the rattan chair and shook his head, dressed as a Buddhist person, and his demeanor was rare and free, he threw the script in his hand outward and smashed it firmly on the head of the fairy in purple.

"Pig Gangguan, where are you throwing it?" The fairy's beautiful eyes glared, annoyed, she looked good, even if she was angry, it would not be boring, but she felt cute and tight.

The man called "Lao Yue" sat on the other side, with a slender figure, a red robe hunting, half of his white hair curled up and half scattered, like an elegant boy who came out of a painting, warm as jade, with a sense of distance precipitated after the vicissitudes of life.

Burn incense and clean hands, wash tea sets, and burn tea...... The water in the pot is slowly boiling, and a fine mist emerges, and the warmth blends with a faint fragrance of tea, and occasionally the sun shines brightly on his clean face.

Poured a few cups at random and put them on the table, the fragrance of the tea seemed to be stronger, Ziwei held the cup in both hands, first observed the richness of the tea, and then took a sip, did not drink it all, only felt that the mouth was full of fragrance, and said: "Good tea." ”

"Yue Lao, your craftsmanship is getting better and better." She was full of praise, stretched out her foot and kicked the rattan chair beside him, and her tone became rude in seconds: "Zhu Gangguan, you also drank this tea, and you still don't tell a story, I can leave without telling me, I don't bother to take care of you." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, let this seat brew first, I said that you are always a pig just screaming, there are no rules, this seat is now the messenger of the pure altar, a person in the Buddhist gate, how can you be presumptuous here?"

"I've never seen a Buddhist person lying on a chair like a dead pig and not getting up, the shelf is really big."

"Tell a story and brew, have you held it for too long, Pure Altar Messenger, are you holding it back?"

"Pure altar messenger, you said, don't sell it."

"Speak, speak, we are waiting."

……

The voices of the people chattered more and more, and the messenger of the altar slowly arranged his clothes and sat up, found a folding fan from nowhere, spread it out, and "brushed" it back, and drank two sips of tea in a row, only to hear the crisp sound of the folding fan hitting the chair.

"Bang dang-" The hall was silent, he cleared his throat and shook his head and said: "Legend has it that there is a red-clothed Yuelao matchmaking in the sky, and a plain-clothed Meng Po underground, and what I want to tell today is the story of Yuelao and Meng Po." ”

The governor glanced at the old man beside him, and saw that he still looked calm and self-controlled, so the messenger of the Pure Altar spoke up and told him everything he knew.

"It must have been a long time ago, I can't remember exactly when, the origin of the story should have started with that Meng family girl......"