One year, a scholar named Liu Yuxi went to Beijing to catch the exam. Summer is very hot, and evening is a day for rest and walking. One day, when I walked to the Feng Wu Tower not far from phoenix temple, it was already midnight. I stopped by the tower to have a rest. That night, Wan Li was cloudless and starry. Liu Yuxi was moved by this scene, and asked the extremely bookish to prepare pen and ink, and wrote a seven-line poem on the pillar of the tower gate: "The moon is bright at midnight, and the stars are rare." I embarked on a journey and continued on my way.
A few days later, government officials from Chenzhou, Taiwan Province and Song Dynasty all went to phoenix temple to worship and pray for the people. They passed the Feng Wu Tower and saw the couplets left by Liu Yuxi on the tower column. They didn't know it was a quatrain until they read it again. Song Dynasty, which thinks itself a poet, savors it carefully and wants to make a couplet to show its talent in front of all the officials. However, he thought hard and couldn't think of a fair couplet at the moment. I looked at the couplet with rapt attention, but I didn't see it for a long time. Song's face was worried. In desperation, Song wanted to invite the Bodhisattva in the temple, so he went to Kannonji, burned incense and paper, wrote "Moon Lang Xing as a couplet in the middle of the night" on the rice in the furnace with incense, and knelt on the futon. After a while, the words appeared on the rice, only to see a few lines clearly written on the rice: "I wasted the years of the government and Taiwan Province, and asked the gods for a few small things. In the middle of the night, the stars are thin and the clouds are clear. "
Song was humiliated by the Bodhisattva in front of all the officials, blushing and turning white. Song's blood burst out, and the gold of Guanyin Bodhisattva was splashed on the incense table. All the officials rushed to visit without a gasp. From then on, I went to phoenix temple for advice, and the bodhisattva never appeared again, and there would be no words on the rice.