Shimazu Mitsuo was very nervous. The reason for his nervousness was not that he couldn't write poetry. Even if he couldn't write an excellent seven-character or five-character poem, couldn't he still write a jingle-like poem? The problem was that he didn't dare to write poetry because his
My predecessor offended Emperor Hongwu just 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 complied a poem to reply to the Chinese emperor: "The country is better than the Central Plains country, and the people are the same as the ancients. The clothes of the Tang Dynasty are the same, and the courtesy and music of the Han emperor and his ministers. Silver urns store sake, and gold knives have plain scales. The second year of the year
In March, peaches and plums come from spring." Our country is just like your country in China. 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, rejected his contribution, and expressed his desire to conquer."
Why was Zhu Yuanzhang so angry? 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 is
He compared the Japanese 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 order 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 its hooves. Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even confiscate the tribute and sent him away.
Shimazu Mitsuo came to China 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 this poem?
How to avoid offending the Chinese 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 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 us here are talented students from the Imperial High School of the Imperial High School in China. We compose poems and play tricks with the class, which makes people laugh. Why don't I tell you a poignant and touching story?
Let’s tell a love 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 any 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.
After turning into a butterfly for three years, the warrior agreed. The girl recovered from her illness, but her lover "disappeared", leaving only a butterfly that often rested 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.
, watching the two of them making love to each other every day, until the three-year period was up, the Buddha wanted him to become a human again, but he refused. He was willing to be a butterfly forever, waiting by his lover's side, even if she didn't know what he had done.
Everything she does.
The story is charming. If it were not the appearance of Shinemon's Tsukiyo-head, 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. Which one is intolerable? This woman
The pig cage should be soaked! The sky lantern should be lit! It should be..., 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 believe these gentlemen and students here would be very, very moved, and maybe even more
I shed a tear of sympathy for this beauty.
However, Ming'er was very moved when she heard this, and her eyes became moist. Xu Zengshou was called away by Xu Huizu who was in anger. Xiao Ming'er was happy and relaxed. She stayed on the ship and happened to hear Shinemon telling this story. When
She heard the warrior say to the Buddha that he was willing to be a butterfly forever, waiting by his lover's side, even if she would never know what he had 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. That girl was from the story. They couldn't do it by soaking her in the pig. 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 in 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 blushed, but she was angry. If you don't have the courage to fall out, if a man is more handsome, he will always be less disadvantaged.
"Well, please take a look. 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? Mine Who were we in our previous lives? If we were in our previous lives, what does it have to do with us now? Can we feel the love, hatred and resentment between us in our previous lives? Can we in our 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 son 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 by this? With my Buddha’s wisdom, I clearly know 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 I, the Buddha, really exist, you are insulting the Buddha!"
All the scholars applauded, "Shin'emon is about to cry, write a poem, the old man Zhu Yuanzhang is not happy, tell a story, you are not happy, what should we do?"
Xia Xun said earnestly and sincerely: "When studying Buddhism, you should cultivate your mind, not place your hope in false theories. I heard that in ancient times, in order to save their loved ones, some people put their hope in the gods, and in order to show their piety, they committed suicide and jumped off the cliff. .... When your loved ones are in trouble, you should do 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 trouble of gods and Buddhas. It’s a pretense to tempt 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?"
"I...I..."
"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 the Kingdom of China, it is... it is... 'The young man does not know what it is like to be sad. Compose a new poem to talk about sorrow! Gentlemen, 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 this reason, 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. I was so touched and sad at first, but now I only hate Tathagata Buddha... Huh?"
The little girl blinked her eyes and looked at Xia Xun carefully. Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in her heart. It seemed as if a butterfly really landed on her shoulder, gently flapped its wings and made a "buzzing" sound: "This big butterfly
The beard looks so familiar..."
p: What kind of wetness should Xia Xun sing? ***!*** Oh!
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