"Talk about Saijiji" in White: "The Monsignor of Yaoshan."

there's a student named wang in the county, seventh in line.

he's the son of the official house and he's been envious of the arts since he was a child.

when he heard that there were many fairies on the mountain, he carried his bags and went to search for them.

he climbed up a hilltop and saw a view, and the environment was very quiet.

there was a monk sitting on a plume with white heads and white heads and eyes full of gods.

the king had seen and talked to him before he was born, and felt that the monk had a very good reason and asked the monk to adopt him as a disciple.

the monk said, "i'm afraid you're lazy, you can't suffer." wang sheng replied, "i can suffer." the monks have a lot of apprentices, and they gather in the evening.

as long as wang sheng had been present, he stayed in the temple.

the following morning, the monk called wang sheng and gave him an ax so that he could go with the taoists to collect firewood.

wang zheng respectfully and respectfully agreed.

after a month, wang sheng's hands and feet had grown thick cocoons, and he could no longer endure such suffering, which had given rise to the idea of going home.

one evening, he returned to his view and saw two guests sitting with the master to drink.

it's too late to light candles.

master cut a piece of paper in mirror shape and put it on the wall.

in a moment, it turned into a moon-lighted room, full of light.

all the students are running around.

a guest at

said: "the beauty of the evening is so joyful that it cannot be enjoyed together." so he took from the table a pot of wine, and gave it to his disciples, and commanded him to drink as much as he pleased.

wang sheng thinks, how can seven or eight people drink a pot of wine? so they sought a cup and raced for it, except for the wine from the pot.

yet people keep pouring, and there is not much wine in it.

wang is very curious.

after a while, one of the guests said, "why don't you call the quizun when you've given us the light of the moon, but it's lonely to drink wine?" so he threw the chopsticks into the moon.

there was only one beautiful woman, floating out of the moonlight, less than one foot at first, and when she fell on the ground, it was like normal people.

she twitched her thin waist, her beautiful neck, and she danced "dance." then he sang, "o god, you have returned to the earth, and why do you keep me in the palace?" it's like blowing a pipe.

after the song was finished, they circled and jumped on the table, and watched with surprise, and turned into chopsticks.

master and two guests laughed.

another guest said, "this is the best night of my life, but i'm getting drunk.

will you two accompany me to the moon palace for a drink?" so the three moved into the moon palace.

the disciples looked to three people, sitting in the moon palace, drinking wine, and all their beards saw clearly, as they looked in the mirror.

after a while, the light of the moon faded, and the disciples lit candles and saw the monks sitting alone and the guests were gone.

the kernel on the table still exists.

the moon on it is nothing but a round piece of paper like a mirror.

the monk asked the disciples, "have you had enough?" they answered, "enough." the monk said, "enoughgo to bed early, don't delay tomorrow's firewood.” the students promised to retreat.

wang was so envious, so his thoughts about coming home were gone.

a month later, wang couldn't bear the pain, and the monk couldn't even teach a magic, and he couldn't hold it up in his heart, and he said to the monk: “it is not a few hundred miles before the disciples come to worship the pagans and learn, even if they are not able to do so, that would comfort me in my quest.

it took two to three months, but in the morning, he went out for firewood and came back to bed at night.

i've never had this pain in my life." the monk smiled, and said, "i said you can't suffer, and it's true now.

i'll send you back tomorrow morning." wang sheng said, "i've been working here for many days and asked my master to teach me a little bit of magic.

i didn't come here for nothing." the monk asked, "what kind of magic do you ask?" wang sheng said, "i can't stop the walls when i see the master, and i'll be content to learn the magic." the monk laughed and said yes.

so he taught him the secret, and he read it himself, and the monk said, "go to the wall!" wang was afraid to go in front of the wall.

and the monk said, "you try to go in." wang was walking from the face to the wall, blocked by it.

the monk said, "get your head down, don't hesitate!" wang sheng did walk away from the wall, running and running, passing through the wall as if it were empty; looking back, he was really outside the wall.

wang is very pleased to return to thank master.

the monk said, "be clean when you go back, or the magic won't work." so i gave him some money and sent him back.

when wang returned to his home, he boasted that he had met the way of the fair and firm walls that would not stop him.

his wife didn't believe it.

following every move of the day, wang zheng ran away from the wall and hit his head on a hard wall, and fell to the ground.

the wife held him up and took a big bag over his forehead like a big egg.

the wife laughed at him, and wang was ashamed and angry and scolded the old monk for not being kind.

the author of

, the novelist of qing dynasty, phuong-yu, claims to be the author of his book "tai chiji-kun".

the last paragraph of many of the pages of "tai yi-sai" begins with "fei-six: " , which means "pu pong-yu".

he said, "it's not funny to hear it." but people like wang sheng, there are many serious things in the world.

now there's a mean, boring guy who likes to get sick, but who's afraid of medicine.

and then there was the licker, and he came in and told him that he had a cure, and he lied to him, saying, "take it, you can cure it." after a trial, it could not be less effective, so it was thought that the world could do it.

it appears that they cannot stop when they are in pain。