Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 9
The next day, before dawn, Yang called Wang Ping'an early and took him to the Pagoda Temple.If it were something else, Yang would definitely be reluctant to wake up his son so early, but one needs to be sincere in worshiping the Buddha, especially for such a big event as fulfilling a vow, one must be respectful, and sleeping late before fulfilling a vow is not acceptable.

Wang Pingan asked Yang why he didn't go after breakfast. It seemed unnecessary to go on the road hungry.After hearing this, Mrs. Yang smiled and told Wang Ping'an that their Wang family is a big pilgrim, if they go to fulfill their wish, the abbot of the temple will ask someone to cook vegetarian food for them, so it doesn't matter if they have a late breakfast.

Putting on the carriage, Yang took Wang Ping'an and the little girl Ding Danruo to the Pagoda Temple.

Xuzhou Pagoda Temple is located on the edge of the dense forest in the northwest of Xuzhou City. It was built not long ago, but only a few decades ago.According to legend, in the former Sui Dynasty, wars were everywhere, and an eminent monk came from Inspiration Temple in Chang'an. When the eminent monk came to Xuzhou, he saw that the people were living in hardship and mourning everywhere, so he made a great wish to lead the people to clean up the battlefield, bury the corpses, and lay in the forest. Living in a hut by the side, it is the salvation of the dead.After the days were peaceful, the people felt grateful for the kindness of the eminent monk, so they built a temple in the place where he married, and built a pagoda in the temple to read the eminent monk's scriptures.Up to this time, the abbot of the temple has been handed down for three generations.

Wuli Village is not far from the Pagoda Temple. Cars and horses travel slowly, and they arrive in less than half an hour. The sky has just dawned, and the gate of the temple has already opened.Yesterday Yang sent someone to inform the temple, so the Zhike monk was guarding the door early in the morning, waiting for the big pilgrim to come to the door.

At the gate of the temple, Wang Ping'an got out of the carriage and saw three red lacquered mountain gates, brass rings, red walls and yellow tiles. It was really a big temple. He helped Mrs. Yang get off the carriage. Palms together, chanting Amitabha loudly, welcome Yang's arrival.

Wang Pingan and Yang entered the Pagoda Temple, offered incense and worshiped Buddha, and Yang muttered words, thanking the Buddha for his blessing.Wang Pingan knelt aside with his mother, looking around at the Daxiong Palace.Seeing that the Buddha statues in the temple were all gilded with dazzling brilliance, he thought to himself: "This temple is so rich. If nothing else, it would take one or two hundred catties of gold to cover all the Buddha statues of this size with gold." !"

Yang chanted Buddha for a long time before getting up.The Zhike monk invited her to the votive pond, which is in front of a big copper vat, and asked Mrs. Yang to donate money for sesame oil.Yang took off a string of pearls from her wrist and threw them into the jar.

The Zhike monk was overjoyed, each of these strings of pearls was as big as a little finger, and they were worth more than a hundred strings. This is a lot of sesame oil money!The Zhigu monk made a deep salute and said: "Amitabha, I have thanked Donor Yang. Donor Yang came early. I don't know if he has used it early. If you don't mind, please go to the back hall and wait for the monk to offer a vegetarian meal to satisfy the hunger of Donor Yang!"

Wang Pingan was happy, and thought: "Hey, you really care about food! Well, let's see how Tang Dynasty's Suzhai did it!"

Yang waved his hand and said, "How can you eat before adding sesame oil? That's disrespectful to the Buddha!"

The Zhike monk's face became more joyful, and he said in his heart: "This string of beads is quite a lot, don't we need to add another hundred strings, that would be great!"

Yang said: "The string of beads is the last time I returned the Buddha's sesame oil to make my son heal from illness, but the Buddha blessed him more and made my son a little miracle doctor. After that, I won't be afraid of getting sick again, so I will give it to you again." Add a thousand guan, present to the Buddha, and ask him to bless my son more in the future, and it is best to win a Jinshi!"

The Zhijia monk hissed and gasped, both surprised and happy, a thousand guan of sesame oil money, this is not a small amount, it is enough to build another hall!He hastily said: "Thank you, Lord Benefactor Yang, you are sincere in worshiping the Buddha, and the Buddha will surely bless you again and again!" After speaking, he invited Mrs. Yang and Wang Ping'an into the back hall, and he left in a hurry.

The cloth in the back hall is also elegant, with small tables with low legs, yellow satin cushions, and neat tea sets on the table. It seems that they are specially used for entertaining big pilgrims in the pagoda temple.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Wang Pingan said, "Mother, the monks in this temple are also very enthusiastic. There must be a lot of pilgrims who give alms on weekdays, and they are used to entertaining them."

Yang said quite proudly: "Although there are many pilgrims, there are not many who pay a thousand guan sesame oil. Wait a minute, the abbot of the temple will come soon!"

Don't wait a moment, before her words hit the ground, she heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside, and it slowed down a little when she reached the door. With the sound of the Buddha's chant, a fat monk in his forties appeared in a big red cassock. the door.The big fat monk didn't enter the door, so he came in first with polite words, he said: "Oh, it turned out that Master Yang came to this temple, and the poor monk was far away to welcome me, forgive me for my sin!" As he spoke, he walked away with a smile on his face came in.

Mrs. Yang didn't get up, just nodded slightly, and said: "Son, this is Zen Master Huide, the presiding officer of the temple. Hurry up and pay your respects!"

Wang Pingan gave his mother a thumbs-up, praised her for her clever calculations, and the host really came.Mrs. Yang is very proud. As the saying goes, if you have money, you can make ghosts turn millstones. If you throw copper coins, ghosts can make them move, let alone a mere presiding officer.

Wang Pingan stood up, saluted Hui De, and said nothing.

He had nothing to say, but Huide had a lot to say, so he came up and looked Wang Ping'an up and down, and suddenly said: "Ah, little benefactor Wang, the heaven is full, and the earth is round. Judging from this appearance, it is the stars of heaven and earth, with talent." Full belly!"

He turned his face to Yang and said: "Benefactor Yang, listen to the poor monk's advice and send little benefactor Wang to Beijing quickly, and get high school as a Jinshi early so that he can serve the court. Once little benefactor Wang becomes an official, the common people will be blessed! The sooner the little benefactor goes to high school, the sooner the common people will receive his favor. This is a great act of kindness. Amitabha, the poor monk is petitioning Lord Yang on behalf of the people in the world!"

Wang Pingan laughed out loud, this monk can really talk, and the flattery is too loud, it's a bit deafening!

Although Huide's flattery is exaggerated, it is what Yang Shi likes to hear the most. She likes others to praise his son the most!Mrs. Yang nodded and said: "According to the auspicious words of the presiding officer, when my son is in high school, he will come to the temple again in his old age, add more sesame oil, and keep my Buddha's lamp alive forever!"

Huide thanked her a thousand times, flattered her like a tide, and made everyone in the Wang family, old and young, feel comfortable and comfortable.After a while, the vegetarian dish was served, and Huide sat with him in person, adding food and vegetables, and entertaining him very attentively.

During the dinner, Yang talked about Wang Ping'an's ability to prescribe medicine herself. She told her relatives and friends dozens of times about this glorious deed. The colors are wonderful!

Huide smiled all the time, nodded frequently, and occasionally added a few words to praise Wang's safety.Wang Ping'an was quite embarrassed listening to it, what the hell is going on, it's too exaggerated!
Huide said: "It seems that Wang's little benefactor has obtained a medical book that specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases... Well, I got it under the blessing of the Buddha. I wonder if I can borrow it from a poor monk? To be honest, my pagoda temple was built first. At the beginning, the purpose was to save the common people, so there are many medical books in the temple, but they are too common, and some difficult and miscellaneous diseases cannot be cured, so that the people are suffering. Is it good for the people in Xuzhou?"

Wang Ping'an said, and thought: "It seems that this monk is not blindly flattering, but also kind-hearted, thinking of treating the common people. Well, that's right, if he is really blindly philistine, it is impossible for him to become this monk." Hosted by a temple."

He shook his head and said: "To tell you the truth, I can't find the medical book, but I remember some of the contents in it. If you encounter any difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the temple, you can tell me, and I may help to refer to the syndrome, but whether It works, but I can’t guarantee it!”

Huide didn't insist on medical books. Hearing that Wang Ping'an was willing to help with identification, he said: "A few days ago, a younger brother from Inspiration Temple in Chang'an, the capital, visited. My junior brother has contracted a cold by accident, this kind of minor illness does not need to seek medical treatment, the temple can heal it..."

As soon as Wang Pingan heard this, he understood that it must not be cured. It may be a cold. Although a cold is a minor illness, it can cause many serious illnesses. Don't underestimate a cold!He said: "There are many kinds of wind and cold, I don't know which kind your senior brother gets?"

Huide thought for a while and said: "The poor monk doesn't know much about medicine, he only knows how to take medicine according to the prescription. Looking at my younger brother Huide, I have fluctuating cold and heat, a bit... a bit like malaria, but after taking the medicine, the condition did not improve. On the contrary, the ear I'm deaf, I can't hear a sound!"

Yang clapped her hands and said, "That's the wrong medicine!"

(End of this chapter)