Tianwaixian mountain and tianwailou are happy and comfortable, like immortals. Everything in the world is nameless. Play with the world and ask the Supreme Master.
The world of mortals is a ruthless way, free and unfettered at will. Love can also be a way, ruthlessness can also be a way. Love is ruthless and only you know it.
These two poems are just from the Immortal Emperor of daoxuan, and they are also his representative works after he won the imperial realm.
In addition, the Immortal Emperor daoxuan traveled all over the world and wrote too many poems. Some were despised by the world, considered nonsense and misled people''s children, while others were praised by the world and regarded as shocking works.
This is undoubtedly contradictory, but Yang Xuan can understand it.
For example, he can''t help roaring and expressing his sullen feelings occasionally. Although some words are barely regarded as poetry, they are worthless and nonsense to outsiders.
All the way along the long hanging ladder to tianwai upstairs, Zhou Manshan did not forget to introduce the Immortal Emperor daoxuan to Yang Xuan.
According to Zhou Manshan, the Immortal Emperor of daoxuan has practiced for hundreds of thousands of years. He has a heroic nature, is bohemian and cynical all his life. He especially likes drinking and having fun, reciting poems and Fu on weekdays.
This huge tianwailou is the place where it was built. It is intended to collect thousands of poems in the world and understand the Tao from them.
"As a mortal has said, there is a golden house in the book, and there is a beauty like jade in the book. But for our friars, isn''t that true? No one is born perfect. If you want to preach for a long life, you have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."
"Hehe, the little saint has an extraordinary speech, every word and deed contains Tao meaning, and the old man admires it."
"Zhou laomu praised it. Compared with your master daoxuan Immortal Emperor, the boy is far from enough."
"Meeting is fate. I happen to have a volume of poems left by our Lord here. This is a treasure edition. There are more annotations and Enlightenment of our Lord in the poems. I''ll give them to Shaosheng."
During the conversation, Zhou Manshan seemed to think of something. Suddenly he took out a roll of ancient jade book from the storage bracelet and respectfully handed it to Yang Xuan.
Obviously, this is the book of poems left by the Taoist Xuanxian emperor. All kinds of poems are written by the Taoist Xuanxian emperor and others. However, the poems that can be included in the book by the Taoist Xuanxian emperor have a certain value.
In the eyes of Taoist Xuanxian emperor, I''m afraid ordinary poems are full of complaints. They are absurd and have no merit. Naturally, they can''t be collected in the book.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou. When you calm down, you should read it carefully."
Yang Xuan hugged his fist and put away the volume of jade book.
This thing may be useless to others, but it is of great use to him. Just because of his Tao, he has to absorb all rivers, learn from the excellence of others, find his own shortcomings, and complete his Tao heart.
There are three thousand roads, all of which can prove the truth. This is by no means just talk.
Rao is a man with high personal enlightenment, but he doesn''t look down on the meaning of these poems. Not only that, he also attaches great importance to them and regards them as treasures.
Thinking about it, he was full of poetry. He couldn''t help but say, "the road is vast. Who knows, what''s wrong with going through the vicissitudes? Hold the sword and the world''s ambition will never die. He will still be young when he comes back in the future."
"Brother Yang is good at writing, and my younger brother is ashamed."
Xia Yufeng''s eyes lit up and his face was full of admiration. This poem is domineering and has a far-reaching artistic conception. It is a real masterpiece. It is more than a thousand times stronger than the previous slightly pompous horizontal scroll, and there is no comparability at all.
"Hee hee, my husband is really powerful. Listening to you, my concubine, as a daughter, is also a little excited!"
Wu Lingyan returned to her senses, and her eyes were also colorful.
"A good poem is a good poem. Shaosheng is worthy of Shaosheng. A good sentence is to hold a sword. The world''s ambition will never die. If you are still young when you return in the future, with Shaosheng this poem, it will be enough to be recorded in history and go down in history."
Zhou Manshan was full of praise. His old face was glowing with red light and hale and hearty. At the moment, he was an old bone and moved the heart of a hot-blooded young man. He wanted to find someone to do two moves.
"Who wrote this poem? It''s amazing!"
"It''s the Taoist Shaosheng. It seems to be called Yang Xuan. I didn''t expect that this son has such ambition as Lingyun in addition to his peerless talent. No wonder Hua Yuntian of the Taoist Holy courtyard was compared by him that day."
"Hey, it''s better to meet than to be famous. As long as these arrogant demons don''t fall early, they are destined to be famous all over the world in the future. If you ask the vast land, how many people can keep their hearts unchanged. We are far inferior!"
A poem, Yang Xuan was inspired, but it shook the whole tianwai building. Both men and women, young and old, arrogant and conceited, could not help falling in an uproar.
"I''ve seen Shaosheng."
"A few saints have great talents. It''s like the reincarnation of a poet. Today, take this opportunity to stop writing a few poems. Let''s enjoy them."
"Yes, yes, a poem is not fun at all. I want to listen to some more."
In the following time, Yang xuanke''s fame increased greatly. Many Taoist monks gathered along the way. Some people were amazed at his talent and wanted him to recite two more poems.
"It''s forbidden to make noise upstairs outside the sky. Let''s spread out. As the saying goes, wonderful poetry comes by chance. You really think that writing poetry is as easy as eating and drinking water!"
Zhou Manshan frowned and shouted.
"Well, since everyone is so elegant, Yang will recite another poem."
Hearing Yang Xuan''s words, everyone immediately calmed down and listened attentively, but soon, with Yang Xuan reading a poem, they almost fainted on the spot.
"What''s the matter, but Yang''s poem is not very middle ear?"
Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, pretended to be surprised, and shouted again in a loud voice, "life is impermanent, and the Tao is impermanent. Don''t put things in your heart. All your troubles are thrown out of the cloud. It''s a blessing to eat and sleep, to whore and gamble, and the Tao is..."
Before the words fell, Wu Lingyan took him by hand and motioned him to stop talking.
Where is this reading poetry? It''s obviously funny. If you really want him to continue, Wu Lingyan has no face to stay here anymore. It''s so humiliating.
"I''m sorry. I can''t take it when I want to play. Don''t laugh at me. I''m just talking nonsense."
Leaving a word, Yang Xuan didn''t stay long. Under the leadership of Zhou Manshan, he went all the way to the top floor of tianwai building with Wu Lingyan and Xia Yufeng.
Tianwai building has a total of 9981 floors. The highest floor is like a palace Pavilion. It has come beyond the vast clouds. Looking down, it is a churning cloud, which makes people feel like stepping into the heavenly palace.
"Please sit down, young saint and two. I''ll go down first."
When the three of Yang Xuan sat down, Zhou Manshan bowed down.
At the same time, on a huge jade platform in front of the three people, lotus shaped things spread out one after another, revealing a pot of wine and plates of dishes with color, aroma and fragrance. Needless to say, Zhou Manshan specially prepared them for Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan wants to entertain Shen Lingxiao of Tianxu temple here, and Yang Xuan''s identity makes Zhou Manshan dare not neglect it. Therefore, as soon as he listens to the voice of the Qingyun Immortal Emperor of Tianyun temple, he has prepared everything early.