usatvline Chapter 793 Dull Sound
Chapter 793 Dull Sound
The Jade Emperor, holding the Jade Emperor Sword, rushed into the battlefield and fought side by side with Sun Wukong. Under the joint attack of the Jade Emperor and Sun Wukong, the mysterious man's defense line was gradually broken. Finally, Sun Wukong seized the opportunity and hit the mysterious man's black flag with a stick. The black flag was instantly shattered. The mysterious man also let out a scream and turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the air. After the evil was eradicated, peace returned to the world. Sun Wukong looked at the Jade Emperor with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect that you, the old Jade Emperor, are good at fighting!" The Jade Emperor smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, both the Heavenly Palace and the human world would be in great trouble. Although you have caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace, you are also brave and resourceful. I have decided to confer you the title of Fighting Buddha. I hope you can devote yourself to Buddhism and protect the peace of the Three Realms in the future." Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Good! Good! I will be the Fighting Buddha in the future! Old Jade Emperor, I will accept your reward!" From then on, Sun Wukong stayed in the Heavenly Palace. Although he was still naughty, he also tried his best to protect the Three Realms. The relationship between the Jade Emperor and Sun Wukong gradually changed from hostility to mutually trusting partners. Under their joint protection, the Heavenly Palace ushered in long-term peace and tranquility, and this wonderful story between them also spread in the Three Realms and became a good story. This story shows the transformation of the Jade Emperor and Sun Wukong from opposition to cooperation.
Drunk Ink World
The autumn wind carried dead leaves, swirling on the bluestone road. Shen Mo wrapped his faded blue shirt tightly, looking at the word "Chang'an" outside the city gate, a bitter taste in his throat. Three days ago, he was still an imperial attendant in the Hanlin Academy. Because of a poem that criticized the current situation and angered the powerful, he was exiled to Jiangzhou, a wild place thousands of miles away, overnight. "Sir Shen, it's time to set off." The urging voice of the yamen runner interrupted his thoughts. Shen Mo took a last look at the towering city wall, turned around and stepped into the carriage. The wheels rolled over the stone road, making a dull sound, as if he was in a heavy mood at the moment. The carriage went farther and farther away, and the prosperity of Chang'an gradually disappeared in the twilight, replaced by a deserted wilderness. Along the way, Shen Mo was silent, just staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze. Once, he also had the ideal of "making the king as great as Yao and Shun, and then making the customs pure", and he was eager to show his ambitions in the court. But now, he has ended up being exiled. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, took out the wine pot from his arms, raised his head and took a big gulp. The spicy wine flowed down his throat, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart. Halfway through the journey, the sky was suddenly overcast, and an autumn rain came unexpectedly. The carriage stopped in front of a shabby inn, and Shen Mo got off the car, letting the rain wet his clothes. The inn was filled with a damp and musty smell, and several ragged travelers were sitting on several shabby tables and chairs. Shen Mo found a corner to sit down and asked for a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts. "Sir, I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while, why don't you stay here for one night?" The waiter said attentively. Shen Mo didn't answer, but just drank one glass after another. The wine entered his sad intestines and turned into tears of lovesickness. He thought of his parents at home and his friends in Chang'an, and the melancholy in his heart became stronger. "Brother, don't you feel lonely drinking alone?" A strange voice came. Shen Mo raised his head and saw a scholar in a gray robe sitting opposite him. The man had a thin face, but his eyes revealed a sense of freedom. "Who are you?" Shen Mo asked coldly. "My surname is Liu, my name is Yunzhou, and I am also a down-and-out scholar. I saw that you looked lonely just now, so I wanted to come over and ask for a glass of wine." Liu Yunzhou said with a smile. Shen Mo hesitated for a moment and pushed the wine pot over. Liu Yunzhou took the wine pot, raised his head and took a big sip: "Good wine! Brother looks worried, but what difficulties have you encountered?" Shen Mo was silent for a long time, and finally told his experience of being exiled. After listening to this, Liu Yunzhou sighed: "Brother, you are so talented, but it is really a pity that you have suffered such injustice. However, life is not satisfactory for eight out of ten times, so why be too persistent? It is better to let go of your worries and take things as they come." Shen Mo smiled bitterly and said, "It's easy to say, but my ambitions have not yet been realized, how can I let it go easily?" Liu Yunzhou patted his shoulder: "Brother, you might as well think about it from another angle. Being exiled may not be a bad thing. Staying away from the disputes in the court may allow you to see the world more clearly and write more profound poems." Shen Mo nodded thoughtfully. The two talked while drinking, from poetry and songs to life ideals, and they felt that they had met too late. It was not until late at night that Liu Yunzhou got up and said goodbye: "Brother, let's say goodbye. I hope you can think it over soon and find your own way." Shen Mo looked at Liu Yunzhou's back as he left, and the melancholy in his heart seemed to be relieved a little. He drank a few more glasses of wine and fell asleep in the guest room of the inn. The next morning, the rain stopped. Shen Mo continued on his way to Jiangzhou. After several days of traveling, he finally arrived at his destination. Jiangzhou is located in a remote area, with narrow streets and dilapidated houses in the city. Compared with the prosperous Chang'an, it is a world of difference. Shen Mo was arranged to live in a small official residence, which was damp and dark, and covered with moss everywhere. He sat in front of the window, looking at the drizzle outside the window, and the loneliness in his heart surged up again. He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wanting to write a poem to express his feelings, but when he picked up the pen, he didn't know where to start. From then on, Shen Mo drank to relieve his sorrow every day. He often strolled alone on the streets of Jiangzhou, watching the hard lives of the people, and his heart was full of helplessness and guilt. He hated himself for being unable to change all this and could only numb himself with alcohol. One day, Shen Mo was drinking in a tavern on the street and heard several literati at the next table talking about their poems. "Shen Mo's poems are indeed well written, but it's a pity that he offended the powerful and was demoted to this remote place." "Yes, if he could stay in Chang'an, he might become a great poet." Shen Mo listened to their discussions with mixed feelings. It turned out that his poems were still remembered in Chang'an. He remembered Liu Yunzhou's words, perhaps he should really look at all this from a different perspective. From then on, Shen Mo no longer drank all day to drown his sorrows. He began to gain a deeper understanding of the customs and customs of Jiangzhou, talked with the people, and felt their joys and sorrows. He wrote everything he saw and heard into his poems, and used words to record every bit of this remote town. His poems gradually spread in Jiangzhou, and the people liked his poems because his poems were all about their lives. In the process of writing poems, Shen Mo gradually found his own value.