Shimazu Mitsuo was very nervous. The reason for his nervousness was not that he couldn't compose poetry. Even if he couldn't compose an excellent seven-character or five-syllable poem, wouldn't he still be able to compose a jingle-like poem? The problem was that he didn't dare to compose poetry, because
His predecessor offended Emperor Hongwu because of a poem.
Ashikaga Yoshimitsu once sent envoys during the Hongwu Dynasty. When the envoys went to pay tribute, Zhu Yuanzhang casually asked: "What are the customs and habits of your country like?"
The envoy composed a poem to reply to the emperor: "The country is better than the original country, and the people are the same as the ancients. The clothes of the Tang Dynasty are the same, and the rituals and music of the Han emperor and his ministers are silver. The wine is stored in silver urns, and the golden knives are made of plain scales. The second year of the year
In March, peaches and plums come from spring." Our country is the same as yours, and we all learn from you in terms of clothing, etiquette, and music. Our two countries are separated by a narrow strip of water and have a long history.
It's a pity that the flattery went to the horse's leg. According to historical records, after hearing this poem, "the emperor hated him for being disrespectful, cut off his contribution, and expressed his desire to conquer."
Why was Zhu Yuanzhang so angry at Long Yan? The envoy said this because he wanted to build a relationship and show affection, but Zhu Yuanzhang regarded it as a great shame and humiliation because he looked down on the Japanese at all. In his poem "Japanese Fan Xing", he said
The Japanese were compared to clowns, but now this envoy said that we are the same as your subjects. How could Zhu Yuanzhang not be annoyed?
The envoy didn't know why he offended Zhu Yuanzhang. In addition, the Japanese pirates continued to plunder along the coast. Zhu Yuanzhang issued several edicts to Japan to destroy the bandits. However, Japan was busy with civil war and was unable to suppress the bandits, so Zhu Yuanzhang was very unhappy. Now,
There is also this poem about patting a horse and hitting the horse's hooves. Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even confiscate the tribute gift and drove him away.
Shimazu Mitsuo came to Turkey to pay tribute again after more than ten years. Of course, he had to understand the diplomatic failure of his predecessor. Poems about flattery and intimacy can make others furious. How could he know how to write such a poem?
Not to offend the emperor? So when he heard about the poem, the envoy instinctively felt nervous.
He Tianyang sneered and said: "Your envoys can't even write poems, can they?"
He Tianyang was confident, and he planned to ask his Chengzhilang Xunxia to deal with it as a last resort. Anyway, he could not lose anyone. Seeing the Japanese envoy in trouble, he wanted to add insult to injury. At this time, the guests at the other seats also fell silent.
Come down and look here curiously.
Seeing that the tribute envoy was in trouble, Shin'emon suddenly had an idea. He stood up and bowed and said: "All of you here are talented people with high national examinations. We compose poems and play tricks to make everyone laugh. Why don't I tell you a poignant and touching love story?"
Let’s tell a story to help everyone enjoy the wine.”
Most of the people who stayed on the ship were new scholars. The stories of talented men and beautiful women were what they talked about. When Shinemon said this, everyone applauded. Shimazu Mitsuo couldn't help but see Shinemon's rescue.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Xia Xun was also very curious and didn't know what story Shinemon was going to tell. Everyone listened quietly, and only the noise and laughter from other ships could be heard in the wind.
The story told by Shin'emon is that a girl was seriously ill and could not be saved by medicine. Her lover, a samurai, prayed to the Buddha day and night. The Buddha was moved and promised to cure his lover at the cost of him.
It turned into a butterfly for three years. The warrior agreed. The girl's illness recovered, but her lover "disappeared", and only a butterfly often stopped on her shoulder.
She searched everywhere for her husband, but she never knew his whereabouts. She was sad for a long time. It was not until two years later that she accepted the pursuit of another warrior and became his lover. The warrior who turned into a butterfly was very sad.
, the two of them make love to each other every day, until the three-year period is up, the Buddha wants him to become a human again, but he refuses. He is willing to be a butterfly forever, waiting by his lover's side, even if she doesn't know what he has done to her.
Do everything.
The story is captivating. If it were not Shin'emon's Tsukiyo-headed appearance, but the appearance of the Imperial Commander Huang Zhen who just walked onto the stage very impressively, it would have added a bit more appeal to the story. Unfortunately,
Just like the poem about flattering a horse's leg, this story... everyone doesn't like to hear it.
Because in China, the important thing at this time is that a good horse does not deserve two saddles, and a brave woman does not marry two husbands. After her lover made such a big sacrifice, that woman actually moved on and fell in love with him. Is it intolerable? This woman should
Dip the pig cage! You should light the sky lantern! You should..., sin, sin, several Taoist gentlemen quickly controlled their anger.
If Shin'emon had swapped the male and female protagonists in this story and made the woman pay for the man without any regrets, I think the gentlemen and students here would be very, very moved, and maybe even more so.
I shed a tear of sympathy for this beauty.
However, Ming'er was very moved when she heard this, and her eyes were moist. Xu Zengshou was summoned away by the angry Xu Huizu, and Xiao Ming'er was happy and relaxed. She was still on the ship and happened to hear Shinemon telling this story. When she
I heard the warrior say to the Buddha that he is willing to be a butterfly forever, waiting by his lover's side, even if she never knows what he has done for her, without any regrets.
Ming'er's heart trembled and she almost shed tears. She felt really sad...
Why did I feel so sad after hearing some sad love stories before? Is it because... I have grown up?
At this time, Xia Xun spoke: "I wonder what you want to explain in this story?"
"this story……"
Xia Xun interrupted him and said: "When the girl was dying, the warrior turned into a butterfly in exchange for her life. Since you can pray to the gods for help, then why didn't the girl pay more when she couldn't find him?
Sacrificing herself to pray for God’s help? Does that mean that this girl doesn’t love that warrior as much as the warrior loves her?”
Shin'emon's eyes widened. He was moved by his own story. He had never heard anyone ask questions from this perspective.
Xia Xun added: "Excuse me, does Buddha know the warrior's true feelings for the girl?"
Shin'emon puffed up his chest and said, "Of course, the Buddha has great supernatural powers and knows the past and the future. How could he not know the samurai's sincerity towards the girl?"
Xia Xun said: "Then, why didn't the Buddha directly agree to his request to save the girl and let them live happily together, but let him transform into a butterfly for three years and forcefully separate them? What did the Buddha want to prove? He wanted to prove the warrior's
Is the effort not worth it? Want to prove that love does not last forever? Want to prove that good deeds are not rewarded? What a fucking Buddha!"
The masters and scholars on the side who had long been worried about her all nodded together. The girl was from the story. They couldn't do it by soaking her in pigs. Now they just wanted to light the little dwarf on the sky lantern.
Shin'emon said with a smile: "This... this, sow good karma and reap good results. Perhaps the Buddha wanted to test his sincerity, so that they can live together happily in the next life."
Xia Xun stretched out his hand and pulled, and a girl next to him let out an ouch and said with some embarrassment: "You... what are you doing?"
This girl was the pretty maid who had just been secretly screwed by He Tianyang and tricked into Shimazu Mitsuo. She was suddenly pulled to her side by Xia Xun, looking at this man who was hiding seven feet high. The girl's face was red, but she couldn't bear it. If you have the courage to fall out, if a man is more handsome, he will always be less disadvantaged.
"Well, please, Your Excellency. This girl and I have never known each other before. Tonight, I saw her and she saw me. If after some time, we fall in love, then who was she in her previous life? My previous life was Who? If we were in previous lives, what does it have to do with us now? Can we feel the love, hatred and resentment between us in previous lives? Can we in previous lives share the joy and happiness between us now?"
"This...this..."
The current emperor is influenced by Fang Xiaoru and rejects Buddhism. These scholars are Confucian apprentices, and they talk about "the child does not talk about strange powers and confuses the gods". They nodded frequently to Xia Xun's set of questions, and some even cheered loudly, Shimazu Mitsuo was anxious and looked at Shinemon eagerly, hoping that he could refute Xia Xun's words.
"If you sow causes in the past life, you will get the results in this life; if you sow causes in this life, you will get the results in the next life. What do you and me in the past life have to do with you and me in this life? What do you and me in this life have to do with you and me in the next life? Spiritual consciousness does not exist, memory is completely lost, and the so-called soul What do you mean? My Buddha’s wisdom clearly knows that they love each other, so why should I ruin this life and go to the next life? Is this the compassion of my Buddha? You are talking heresy. If my Buddha really exists, you are insulting the Buddha!"
All the scholars applauded, "Shin'emon is about to cry, write a poem, that old man Zhu Yuanzhang is not happy, tell me a story, you are not happy, what should we do?"
Xia Xun said earnestly and sincerely: "When studying Buddhism, what you cultivate is your mind, not what you hope for in vain. I heard that in ancient times, in order to save their loved ones, some people put their hope in the gods, and to show their piety, they committed suicide and jumped off the cliff. .... When your loved ones are in trouble, you should try your best to save them and place your hope in the gods and Buddhas. If your relatives cannot be saved, you will destroy yourself. If you tell such a story, where are you tempting people to go? Don't take the initiative to rely on the gods and Buddhas. This is a guise, tempting you to go down the wrong path."
Shin'emon was about to cry but had no tears, and said with a red face: "This story is not like this. What I mean is that not all feelings can have results, so you must cherish what you get."
"oh?"
Xia Xun was surprised and said: "Are you using a ridiculous story that makes no sense at all to prove your point?"
"me……"
"I think this is a very touching story at first glance, but in fact it makes no sense. It not only insults the Buddha, but also misleads people. In the words of Tushangguo, it is... it is...' The young man didn't know what it was like to be sad, so he composed a new poem You are forced to talk about sorrow! You talented people, I wonder if what I am saying is correct?"
Everyone was laughing loudly, and someone raised his glass and said: "The envoy from Shanhou Kingdom said it well, come here, come here, for the sake of this truth, you should be clear about it!"
Shimazu Mitsuo's face turned red and white for a while, and he said angrily: "The warriors of my country have shown their ugliness, so how about asking your envoy to recite a poem for everyone to appreciate?"
Princess Ming'er stared at Xia Xun in annoyance: "This bearded man is so hateful. This girl was so touched and sad at first, but now she only hates Tathagata Buddha... Huh?"
The little girl blinked her eyes and looked carefully at Xia Xun, her heart suddenly started ringing loudly, as if a butterfly really landed on her shoulder, gently flapped its wings and made a "buzzing" sound: "This big bearded man,
So familiar..."
:What kind of wetness should Xia Xun sing?! Oh!
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