MURAL

 Meng Longtan from Jiangxi Province was once a guest in the capital together with a scholar surnamed Zhu. One day, the two of them stumbled into a temple and wandered around. The temple's Buddhist hall and meditation room are not too wide and bright, only an old monk temporarily living in it. When the old monk saw his guests coming in, he dressed up and welcomed them, and led them to visit all parts of the temple.

 A statue of Zhigong is enshrined in the Buddha Hall, and the walls on both sides are painted with exquisite frescoes with life-like figures. On the east wall is the painting of the Heavenly Maiden of Scattering Flowers. Inside there is a young girl with cloaked hair, her slender hands pinching a flower, a sweet smile on her face, her cherry mouth slightly open as if she is about to speak, and her bright eye waves like flowing clear water.

 Zhu Zhuren was instantly mesmerized by this fairy, long gaze, do not feel delirious, in a trance, thinking about it. Suddenly, the body seems to become very light and light, as if flying into the wall murals. At this time, only to see the heavy halls and pavilions, is no longer an earthly scene. There was an old monk sitting in the Buddha Hall, preaching, surrounded by many people listening to the speech. Zhu Sheng also mixed in and stood listening. After a while, he felt as if someone was secretly pulling his lapel. When he looked back, it turned out to be that young girl, who smiled charmingly at him and turned around. Zhu Sheng immediately stepped forward to follow, turn around the curved corridor, the girl into a hut. At this point, he was a bit hesitant, hovering and not daring to follow. The girl turned back, raised the flowers in her hand, and greeted him from afar. Thus, he was relieved to follow boldly into the house. There was no one in the house, and Jusheng rushed up to embrace her, and she was half willing, so they took advantage of the opportunity to make merry and kiss each other.

 Afterwards the young girl closed the door and left. On her way out, she instructed Zhu Sheng not to make any noise, and she would come back at night. The girl's female companions finally found out about this secret affair, which lasted two days in a row. They ran to the maiden's hut, searched out Zhu Sheng, and joked with the maiden, saying, "The little man in your belly is already very big, why do you still want to fluff up your hair and pretend to be a big girl?" They brought gold hairpins and jade earrings, and urged the maiden to put her hair into a high bun. The girl lowered her head and kept silent. One of the female companions said, "Sisters, let's not stay too long, I'm afraid people won't be happy if we stay any longer." After saying this, they all left together in a cheerful manner.

 Zhu Sheng looked at the girl again, hair bun as a cluster of dark clouds, high on the top of the head knot, hair like a spread wings low flying phoenix, than when the hair is more colorful and moving. Look around no one, the two again intimate. Orchid musk aroma, refreshing, amusement, more and more intense.

 Just as the two of them were having a hard time parting, suddenly there was the sound of clattering boots and clattering chains from outside. Immediately followed by the sounds of disturbing clamor and argument. The young girl was surprised to get up and peeped out the window with Zhu Sheng, only to see a dark-faced golden-armored messenger, holding a bronze hammer and iron chain, surrounded by the female companions. The golden-armored messenger said, "Have they all come?" The women replied, "All have arrived." The golden-armored messenger added: "If there is anyone who is harboring mortals from the lower realms privately, everyone should report them immediately, and never get yourself into trouble!" The female companions again said in unison, "No." The golden-armored messenger turned around and scanned around like an eagle searching for prey, as if he wanted to search immediately. The young girl was very frightened, so scared that her face was as gray as death, terrified, and quietly said to Zhu Sheng, "Quickly hide under the bed!" After saying this, she opened a small door on the wall and fled. Zhu Sheng lying under the bed, too frightened to breathe heavily. After a while, the sound of clattering boots was heard coming into the house, and then turning out. A little while later, the noisy sound faded away, Zhu Sheng's thumping heart only a little settled. However, he listened carefully, outside the house there are still people coming and going and talking. Zhu Sheng restless lying down for a long time, his ears like cicadas buzzing, starry eyes, this scene, it is difficult to endure. But also do not dare to move, only to wait for the girl to come back. Zhu Sheng was so shocked that he could not remember where he came from.

 At this time, Meng Longtan is visiting the Buddhist temple, in the twinkling of an eye can not find Zhu Sheng, the heart is very strange, asked the old monk. The old monk smiled and said, "He went to listen to the sermon." Meng Sheng asked again, "In what place?" The answer was, "Not far." After waiting for a moment, the old monk flicked the mural with his hand and shouted, "Master Zhu, why don't you come back after swimming for such a long time!" At once, he saw Zhu Sheng's portrait appear on the wall, standing with his ears sideways, seemingly listening to something. The old monk shouted again, "Your companion has been waiting for you for a long time!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly saw Zhu Sheng gently floating down from the mural. To the ground, the heart like ashes, stay like a puppet, straight stare, legs and feet sore and weak. Meng Sheng see him like this, startled, asked him what happened, only to know that Zhu Sheng just lying under the bed, heard the knocking sound like thunder, so it rushed out of the house to listen. Look at the mural on the hand of the young girl holding flowers, found that her head of the conch-shaped bun high up, is no longer the original two maids hanging down the girl's hair style. Zhu Sheng was surprised to ask the old monk what is the reason for this. The old monk smiled and said, "Illusion is produced by the human heart, how can the poor monk know?" Zhu Sheng's heart was depressed and sad; Meng Sheng's heart was also horrified and fearful. So the two immediately got up and walked out of the temple along the steps.