"The Carnal Prayer Mat" and "The Zen After Awakening - Spring"

The first chapter, titled "Stopping the Lewd Wind," uses lewd matters to expound on the law and discuss lust, beginning with the poem: Black hair is hard to keep, rosy cheeks easily fade, life is not like a pine tree in its prime. Fame and fortune vanish, like fallen flowers in the wind. I regret wasting my youth, no longer finding joy in the pleasure quarters, banishing old men and princes, listening to the songs of the golden thread, and indulging in the pleasures of the elixir of life early. The true pleasure in the world, after all counts, is in the bedroom. It's not like the realm of glory, where joy begins and sorrow ends. Enjoying pleasure every morning, where swallows sleep soundly, I fear the morning bell. Opening my eyes, I see the universe, a vast spring palace. This poem is titled "Man Ting Fang." It simply says that life is full of toil and worry, with no
enjoyment . Thankfully, the sages of ancient times who created the world created the means of sexual intercourse between men and women, allowing people to relieve their weariness and
sorrow, and preventing them from becoming utterly haggard. According to Confucian scholars, a woman's manhood is the gate of life and the gate of death. According to enlightened people, without this thing, one's hair would likely turn white years earlier, and one's lifespan would be shorter
. Just look at the monks in the world; how many of them don't have white hair in their forties or fifties? How many of them are still healthy in their seventies or eighties
? Or perhaps monks, although they have renounced worldly life, still have other paths, such as having affairs or illicit relationships with disciples, and like laypeople, they cannot preserve their
vital energy, hence their shorter lifespans. Look at the eunuchs in the capital. Not only do they not steal from women or seduce
their apprentices . Logically, they should be young and live to be hundreds of years old. Why
then do they have more wrinkles on their faces and white hair earlier than others?
Why do they look like old women even though they are called eunuchs? In the capital, there are only ordinary people who hang longevity plaques, not eunuchs who erect centenarian arches. It can be seen that the concept of female beauty is not harmful to people. It's just that this herb is not recorded in the "Compendium of Materia Medica," so there is no
definite explanation. Some say it nourishes people, while others say it harms them. If we compare it according to these theories, it is not only nourishing
, but its medicinal properties are the same as ginseng and aconite, and they can be used together. However, there is one thing: while ginseng and aconite are highly
nourishing , they are only suitable for long-term use, not for excessive consumption. They should only be used as medicine, not as food. If one
consumes them indiscriminately, regardless of dosage or timing, it will generally be harmful. The benefits and harms of female sexual intercourse are similar. Long-term use can have the effect of balancing yin and yang, while excessive use can have the harm of water and fire clashing. As medicine,
it can bring the joy of soothing the mind and relieving depression; as food, it can cause the worry of damaging tendons and depleting blood. If people in the world understand that female sexual intercourse can be used as medicine, they should not
be too sparse nor too frequent, neither should they dislike it nor be overly fond of it. Before approaching female sexual intercourse, one should think, "This medicine is not poison, so why should I be
afraid of it?" After approaching female sexual intercourse, one should think, "This medicine is not food, so why should I urinate on it?" In this way, yang will not be excessive and yin
will not be stagnant. How could this not be beneficial to people? There's only one thing: this medicine shares all the same properties as ginseng and aconite, except that their origin and method of use are somewhat
opposite . Those taking the medicine must be aware of this. Ginseng and aconite are best when from their original source; locally grown ones are useless. Similarly, women
are best when they are locally grown; those from their original source are not only useless but can also harm one. What is meant by "locally grown"? What is meant by "original"? One's own wives and concubines, without needing to seek
them out or money, can be easily obtained—this is what is meant by "locally grown." I can sleep freely without hindrance, and let others knock on the door without
fear. It neither
harms one's vital energy nor hinders the family line. After a sexual encounter, the whole body feels refreshed. Is this not nourishing? Beauty comes from wealthy families, and exquisite makeup requires embroidered doors. Domestic chickens taste bland compared to the freshness of wild pheasants; an old woman
, past her prime, cannot compare to a young maiden. This is what is meant by "authenticity." Such women, if desired in dreams and sleep, will be seduced, first with flirtation, then with gifts, or even by climbing
over walls to meet, or by sneaking into holes for secret trysts. Though their lust may be as bold as the heavens, their
souls are like mice; though no one sees them, they feel as if someone is present. They are lustful
yet fearful of excessive sweating; their love for their children outweighs their courage. They risk their lives in unpredictable dangers, creating extraordinary calamities, secretly damaging
their virtue, openly violating the law, and ultimately meeting their demise. If the man is unjustly killed, the wife may still live. But for women who have lost their chastity, the various consequences are
unbearable. Thus, it is clear that people should never abandon what is near for what is far, nor tire of the old for the new. The author of this novel originally had a kind heart, wanting to preach to the world, advising people to restrain their desires, not to indulge in
them, and to keep their sexual activity secret, not to promote it. Readers should not misunderstand his intentions. If the goal is to curb lust, why not write
a moralistic book to uphold public morals, instead of creating a frivolous novel? Readers are unaware of this. Any method of changing customs and habits must
be adapted to the prevailing circumstances for its message to be easily accepted. Nowadays, people dislike reading sacred scriptures and biographies, preferring unofficial histories and anecdotes. Even within
these unofficial histories , they dislike stories of loyalty, filial piety, and chastity, preferring lewd and absurd tales. Customs today are truly depraved. If you were to write a book on morality to persuade people to do good, let alone get people to buy it and read it, it would be like a philanthropic family
donating scriptures to be printed and bound into a set, and even if you paid them a fee, they would either unpack it or smoke
it; they would never actually look at it. Instead of indulging him in matters of lust, when he's engrossed in them
, suddenly offer a few sharp criticisms, making him sigh in realization: "Women are so alluring, how can one not keep one's body for pleasure
? Why not constantly enjoy them, instead of becoming a ghost beneath the peony flower, pursuing empty fame and abandoning reality?" Then, when he sees the clear consequences of lust
, gently offer a few words of enlightenment, making him suddenly realize: "Adultery inevitably brings retribution, how can one not keep one's wives and concubines
for personal enjoyment? Why engage in frivolous pursuits, borrowing money to pay off real debts?" Reflecting on this, he will naturally avoid the wicked path. Avoiding the wicked path, husbands will naturally love their wives, and wives will naturally respect their husbands; this
is the essence of the teachings of Zhou Nan and Zhao Nan. This is the method of governing people by addressing the issue at hand and governing people by addressing the people themselves. Not only did unofficial historians and anecdotes employ this technique, but
even sages in classical texts practiced it. Consider, for example, Mencius's discourse on governance to King Xuan of Qi during the Warring States period. King Xuan, a man obsessed with sensual pleasures and material gain, found governance unappealing, merely offering a casual "Excellent, indeed!" Mencius
asked, "If Your Majesty finds it good, why does it not prevail?" King Xuan replied, "I have a weakness: I am fond of wealth." Mencius then used
the story of Duke Liu's fondness for wealth to persuade him. King Xuan continued, "I have a weakness: I am fond of women." At this point, he was already willing
to become a tyrannical ruler, treating it as a reply to someone's failure to govern properly. If one were to consider a moralist, one would sternly and firmly remonstrate against
such licentiousness. Ancient emperors have always held this admonition: A commoner who is fond of women will perish; a high official who is fond of women will lose his position; a feudal lord who is fond of women
will lose his kingdom. " If the emperor is lustful, the empire will perish." If King Xuan had heard this, even if he hadn't spoken aloud, he would have thought to himself, "This illness of mine
is incurable I have no use for you, sir." But Mencius, instead of speaking, captivated him with a romantic anecdote about the king's lust, making
him fascinated and unable to stop listening. Consider that the king, even while fleeing for his life,
still carried Jiang Nu with him; it's clear he was a womanizer throughout his life. How could such a licentious ruler not lose his life and his kingdom? Yet, he had a method of lust
that caused all the men in the kingdom to flee with women. While the king reveled with Jiang Nu, the men and women of the entire kingdom also reveled.
This is the selfless and impartial ruler of the land. Who wouldn't praise him? Who would dare to criticize him? King Xuan, upon hearing
this, was naturally reassured and willing to carry out his royal duties, no longer feigning illness. This is precisely the strength of the author of this novel. I hope all readers will purchase it as a classic text, not as
a mere novel. Wherever the author addresses the reader, it is either a sharp critique or a wise saying, which must be carefully considered. The descriptions of
sexual intercourse and the depiction of bedroom pleasures are bordering on obscenity, but the author must ensure the reader sees the ending to understand the consequences and learn a warning.
Otherwise, it would be a book of olives, leaving something to savor later. But what if it's sour and unpleasant to swallow? My description...
The words used to describe this are like wrapping olives in jujube flesh, inviting him to savor the aftertaste without getting tired of it. The details are numerous, but the real skill will be revealed in the next chapter. Chapter Two: The Old Monk's Empty Bag, the Young Layman's Sitting on the Flesh-Purifying Cushion and Speaking. During the Zhihe era of the Yuan Dynasty, in the Kuocang Mountains, there lived a monk named Zhengyi, whose Taoist name was Gufeng. He was originally a famous student at the Chuzhou
Prefectural School. Because of his innate goodness, when he was an infant, he
constantly babbled like a student reciting texts. His parents didn't understand why. A wandering monk came to collect alms and saw the child, holding him in his arms, seemingly neither crying nor laughing
. The monk, hearing this, said that he was reciting the *Surangama Sutra*, and that this child was the reincarnation of a high monk. He then returned to his parents and begged to become his disciple
. His parents thought it was superstition and didn't believe it. They taught him to read, and he could memorize anything he read. However, officialdom was not his desire, and he repeatedly abandoned
Confucianism to study Buddhism, only to be severely punished by his parents and forced to stop. Left with no other choice, he took the imperial examinations, entering the academy as a child and helping others to pass. After his parents passed away, he observed a two-year mourning period, then distributed his vast fortune to his relatives. He sewed a large leather bag,
filled it with wooden fish drums and scriptures, shaved his head, and went into the mountains to cultivate himself. Those who knew him called him Elder Gufeng, while those who didn't simply called
him the Leather Bag Monk. Unlike other monks, he abstained from alcohol and meat, and strictly avoided lewd acts. Even within the fundamental practices of a monk,
there were three precepts: not soliciting donations, not lecturing on scriptures, and not residing in famous mountains. When asked why he didn't solicit donations, he replied, "The path to Buddhism generally begins with asceticism. One must strain one's muscles and bones, starve
one's body, and make the anxieties of hunger and cold increasingly pressing. When the anxieties of hunger and cold are increasingly pressing, lustful thoughts will not arise; when lustful thoughts do not arise, defilement will gradually recede, and purity
will gradually arise. In time, one will naturally attain Buddhahood. If one does not farm for food, nor weave for clothes, and relies all day on offerings from donors
, then when one's belly is full, one desires leisurely walks; when one's body is warm, one longs for peaceful sleep. While leisurely walking, one may see things that are desirable, and then..." Sleep is the beginning of dreams. Regardless of whether one succeeds in studying Buddhism,
all sorts of things leading to hell will come to them without being sought. That is why I support myself and refrain from soliciting donations.” When asked why he didn't preach, he said, “The words in the scriptures are spoken by Buddhas and Bodhisattvas; only Buddhas
and Bodhisattvas can understand them. For ordinary people to preach is like a fool talking about dreams. Tao Yuanming didn't seek deep understanding when reading books. Even Chinese people
reading Chinese books dare not seek deep understanding, let alone those from other parts of China.” "Do you think that someone who reads foreign books would then presumptuously translate them? I
dare not aspire to be a meritorious official of the Bodhisattvas, but only to avoid being a sinner to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Therefore, I know my foolishness and guard my simplicity, and refrain from lecturing on scriptures." People then asked why he didn't live on famous mountains. He replied, "Those who cultivate themselves must not see what is desirable, so that their minds are not disturbed.
The things that are desirable in the world are not only sensual pleasures and material gains. Even the gentle breeze that soothes the body, the bright moon that pleases the heart, the birds that delight the ear, the ferns that taste delicious—all things
that are lovely and desirable are..." "Desire is tempting. Once I reside in a scenic spot, mountain spirits and water monsters lure me to seek poetry; the Moon Goddess and Wind Goddess disturb my
meditation
. Therefore, those who study in famous mountains fail to achieve their goals, and those who seek the Way in famous mountains find it difficult to purify their attachment to fame. Moreover, which famous mountain doesn't have women burning incense and officials eager to please? The affairs of the bright moon and green willows are a prime example. The reason I abandoned famous temples to live in this desolate mountain is simply to ensure that my
senses are free from any entanglements." The questioner deeply admired his words, believing them to be something no eminent monk of antiquity had uttered. Because of these three precepts, he did not seek fame, yet his reputation grew daily.
Many people from near and far wished to take refuge in him, but he refused to accept disciples lightly, wanting to observe whether they truly possessed good roots and were free from worldly desires before ordaining them
. If there was even the slightest doubt, he would refuse to accept them. So, after many years of monastic life, he had very few disciples, living alone in
a few houses built beside a mountain stream , farming for food and drinking from the spring. One day, the autumn wind blew bleakly, and the trees rustled with the chirping of insects. The monk rose early, swept the fallen leaves in front of the door, changed the water before the Buddha,
and after burning incense, he put down his meditation cushion and sat down to meditate in the central hall. Suddenly, a young scholar entered with two servants. The
scholar's appearance was as clear as autumn water and as graceful as spring clouds. His eyes shone with an unusual brilliance. He seemed to dislike direct
gazes and lewd looks, which he didn't need elsewhere, but he was particularly adept at secretly observing women. He didn't even need to get close; even from dozens of
feet , a single glance was enough to tell whether someone was good or bad. If he saw someone attractive, he would simply give them a look. If the woman were righteous,
she would bow her head and walk past, never glancing at his face; her gaze would simply be left unseen. But if the woman had the same fault as him
, she would glance here and there, her eyes conveying a love letter, making things impossible. Therefore, regardless of gender, having such eyes is not an auspicious sign; it brings disgrace and ruin.
Readers if your eyes resemble this, please be careful. At that moment, the scholar entered, bowed four times to the Buddha statue, and
four times to the monk, then stood to the side. The monk, initially unable to return the bows while in meditation, only stepped down from
his cushion and returned four deep bows. After they were seated, he asked the scholar's name. The scholar said, "I am a man from afar, traveling in
the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions.
My pen name is 'Weiyang Sheng'. I have heard that you, Master, are a great monk and a living Buddha, so I have fasted and come to pay my respects and speak with you." You might wonder why he didn't address the monk by name but instead used his pen name? The reader should know that in those days,
the scholarly customs were strange; scholars disliked using their names and addressed each other by pen names. Therefore, scholars all had a title, some called "
Sheng," some "Zi," and some "Dao Ren." Generally, the young were called "Sheng," the middle-aged "Zi,"
and the elderly Dao Ren." The words used to express this title each had their own meaning, perhaps reflecting personal feelings or inclinations; they were
chosen freely, as long as they understood it themselves, it didn't need to be shared with everyone. The scholar, preoccupied with women, preferred the night to the day, and
the early night to the late night. Seeing the line "The night is not yet over" in the Book of Songs, he took the phrase out of context and named himself "Weiyang Sheng
" (meaning "Scholar of Unending Night"). The monk, feeling the praise was excessive, was ashamed and replied with a few humble words. At that moment, the vegetarian meal in the earthenware jar was
ready, so the monk invited him to stay for breakfast. The two sat facing each other and discussed Zen, their exchanges quite harmonious. It turned out that Weiyang Sheng was extremely intelligent, having read widely from all
walks of life . What others couldn't understand with a thousand words, he
grasped completely with just the monk's first question. The monk thought to himself, "What a knowledgeable man! It's just that creation made a mistake in his appearance; why pair a
heart devoted to Buddhism with such a wicked look? Judging from his demeanor, he's clearly a lecherous fiend. If I don't take him into
my , he'll surely seek out hidden places and cause chaos in women's homes. Countless women in the world will suffer under his influence.
To see such a perverse person today and not help to quell the chaos is not the way of compassion." He said to him, “Since I became a monk, many people have come to see me. Those foolish men and women who refuse to do good are not worth mentioning.
Even the scholars who come to study Zen and the officials who come to listen to the Dharma are all laymen; very few can understand the essence of Zen. Who would have thought that you, layman,
would possess such spiritual insight, and with this, you can attain Samadhi in just a few years of studying Zen? In this life, what is easily obtained is the physical body, what is difficult to obtain is one's inherent
nature. What is easily passed is time, what is difficult to pass is calamity. You, layman, have come with the potential to become a Buddha; you must not go down the path of demons and monsters
. Why not take advantage of this still-vibrant state of mind, sever your desires, and enter the monastic gate? Although I am of mortal form, I can still serve
as a lesson for others. If you can truly make this great vow, then…” " By this great cause and effect, a hundred years from now, you will be worthy to be enshrined in the Sangha, and you will not be subject to the commands of
the Rakshasas. What do you think, layman?" Wei Yangsheng said, "I have long cherished the thought of returning to Chan, and I will inevitably return to this Dharma in the future. However, I still have
two wishes unfulfilled, which are difficult to get rid of. Since I am still young, I will wait until I return to finish these two things and enjoy myself for a few years. Then
I will come to you to receive your blessing and take refuge. It will not be too late." The monk said, "May I ask what your two wishes are? Is it that you wish to be named in the Heavenly Palace to repay your learning, or to achieve merit in a foreign land
to report to the court?" Wei Yangsheng shook his head and said, "These are not my wishes." The monk said, "Since these are not my wishes, but..."
"What is it, after all?" Wei Yangsheng replied, "What I desire is something I can accomplish through my own efforts, not a mere fantasy. To be honest
, Master, my memory for reading, my comprehension of the Dao, and my writing skills are all top-notch. The famous scholars of today merely
memorize, rearrange things, write a few drafts, and publish a collection of poems and essays, then claim to dominate the literary world and reign supreme for a lifetime. I see that as a facade. To be a true scholar, one must read all the extraordinary things in the world..." "I would like to associate with all the extraordinary scholars in the world, travel to all the famous
mountains and leave my words for posterity. If I am fortunate enough to be listed on both the imperial examinations, I will have done some work for the court
. Even if I am not fortunate enough to live to old age in seclusion, I will still be a person remembered for all time. Therefore, I have two private thoughts in my heart: I want to be the number
one talent in the world." The monk said, "That's the first sentence. What's the second sentence?" Wei Yangsheng was about to speak but then swallowed his words, unable to express
his meaning. The monk said, "Since you're afraid to say the second sentence, let me say it for you." Wei Yangsheng said, "How could Master possibly tell me what's on my mind?" The monk said, "If I'm wrong,
I'm willing to accept punishment. But if I am right, please don't pretend to deny it." Wei Yangsheng said, "If Master is right, you're not only a Bodhisattva but also a deity. How could I dare to make excuses?" The monk
calmly said, "It's about marrying the most beautiful woman in the world." Wei Yangsheng was stunned. After a long pause, he replied, "Master is truly extraordinary! These two
private words are what I've been thinking about all day, yet you seem to have heard them and understood them immediately." The monk said, "
Haven't you heard that whispers in the human world are heard by Heaven like thunder?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Logically speaking, I shouldn't speak of such things to Master. But since Master has guessed it, I dare not..."
My master said that my Daoist heart is still shallow, while my desires are deep. Since ancient times, the four characters "beautiful woman
and talented man" have been inseparable; a talented man must be paired with a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman must be paired with a talented man. Now, my talent goes without saying, and
my appearance also quite good. I often look in the mirror, and even if Pan An or Wei Jie were alive today, I wouldn't be inferior. Since Heaven has given me
a talented man, why not give me a woman to match him? Now… "If there were no beautiful women in the world, so be it. But if there were,
who else but me would seek such a spouse? Therefore, I am over twenty and still unmarried, not wanting to waste my talent and looks. Once I return and find
a beautiful woman to marry, and have a son to carry on the family line, my good wish will be fulfilled, and I will have no other thoughts. Not only will I turn back myself, but I will also
persuade my wife to join me on the other shore. What do you think, Master?" The monk sneered, "It seems that you, layman..." The intention was perfectly correct, but the Heavenly Father, who created these things, was somewhat
flawed. If an ugly form were bestowed upon the layman, and he possessed a sliver of clear-mindedness, he might attain enlightenment. Therefore, many people in
ancient times suffered from leprosy, epilepsy, broken hands and feet, and thus became immortals through divine punishment. Immortals are governed by this principle. The layman's
fate was only due to the Heavenly Father's excessive indulgence at the time of his birth, like parents loving their children, fearing only to harm their flesh in their youth. My son has a fiery
temper , and I can't bear to hit him or scold him. When he grows up, he only says that his flesh and temperament are given by heaven and earth, nurtured by his parents
, so he does whatever he wants. He commits crimes and suffers the whipping of officials and execution by the court, only then regretting that his parents were too indulgent
, leading to this day. This delicate
flesh and arrogant temperament are not a good omen. Layman, because of your appearance, you are the
first talented man, so you seek the first beautiful woman. Whether you can obtain her or not, even if you succeed, I fear that this
beautiful woman doesn't have the words "first" written on her forehead. If you see someone better, you'll want to go back to the better one.
If this beautiful woman is like you, unwilling to marry easily and waiting for the first talented man, you can still take her as a concubine.
But what if she finds a good man? What will you do then? If you insist on having your way, then all sorts of... The matter of falling into hell originates from this
. Do you, layman, still wish to fall into hell? Or go to heaven? If you are willing to fall into hell, then go and find the first beauty.
If you wish to go to heaven, please abandon your delusions and become a monk with me.” Wei Yangsheng said, “Master, your use of the words ‘heaven and hell’ is somewhat clichéd and doesn’t sound like the words of a high monk.
The principle of Chan meditation is nothing more than self-realization. Originally, to stand in the state of non-birth and non-death is to become a Buddha.” "Is there really a heaven to ascend
to? Even if one commits some transgressions, it merely tarnishes Confucian teachings. Is there really a hell to fall into?" The monk replied, "'The virtuous go to heaven, the wicked go to hell' is indeed a cliché. It's just that you scholars
can escape the cliché in everything, except for matters of self-cultivation and conduct. Heaven and hell are clearly indistinguishable. Even if
there is no heaven, one must take heaven as a stepping stone to goodness." Even without hell, one must take hell as a warning against evil. Since you
've already mentioned the cliché, I won't talk about future retribution in the underworld, only about present retribution in the living world, which will inevitably be another cliché. There's an old saying
: "I will not commit adultery with other men's wives, nor will others commit adultery with my own." These are extremely common clichés. However, no lustful person in the world has ever escaped
this trap; they commit adultery with other men's wives and daughters, and their wives and daughters are also violated by others. To escape this trap, one must refrain from adultery altogether. " If you want to commit adultery
, you'll inevitably be caught in a trap. Layman, do you want to escape the trap, or do you want to fall into it? If you want to fall into it, just go and find the
first beauty. If you want to escape the trap, please abandon your delusions and become a monk with me." Wei Yangsheng said, "Master's words are all very clear. It's just that when preaching to the ignorant, I have to explain everything thoroughly,
making them feel a chill down their spines before they learn to be wary. If I were to reason with us, it wouldn't be so." Although public laws are strict, their enforcement
is not without exception. While many adulterers are punished, many others escape retribution. If we were to go door-to-door to hunt down adulterers,
making their wives and daughters pay off their debts, then even Heaven would be condemned! In short, the cycle of retribution and divine justice is generally
infallible. Those who do not act wickedly should know this; it is a crucial topic for moral persuasion. Why resort to such extreme measures?” The monk said, “According to what you say…” Come, are there any adulterers in the world who escape retribution? It seems that Heaven's laws do not allow
anyone to escape punishment. Perhaps you, being kind and honest, have allowed someone to slip through the net. In my humble opinion,
there has never been a single person, past or present, who has committed adultery with another's wife and daughters without retribution. Historical records and oral traditions abound with such cases. Consider this: adultery with another's wife and daughters is an
advantageous act, so people are willing to tell others, hence the abundance of knowledge. The defilement of one's wife and daughters is an unfavorable act, so people are unwilling to speak of it. People say that
few know the truth. Among them are wives who conceal the truth from their husbands, daughters who conceal it from their husbands, and even their own families are unaware, yet they claim there is no retribution for adultery.
Only after death do they believe the ancient saying is true, but by then, they can no longer speak of this realization. Regardless of the adulterer's
wife and daughters, it is only through their wives and daughters that the adulterer repays the debt of adultery. The moment the thought of adultery arises, the wife and daughters unknowingly forget much
. For example, one's own wife and daughters... Born ugly, he found intercourse with his wife at night unsatisfying, his mind preoccupied with
the beautiful , imagining his wife as one of them, finding pleasure in it. Who knew that at that moment
, his wife didn't also find his ugliness repulsive, thinking of the handsome men she had seen during the day, imagining her husband as one of them, finding pleasure in it? Such things are common to all; though they don't damage one's chastity
, they certainly harm one's heart. This is also the retribution for a man's lustful nature. Even the slightest thought... Moreover, if this is the case, how much more so if one enters the room,
pressing down on the floor, yet the spirits and gods cannot see, and the Creator is not angered, allowing the wife and children to remain chaste? This humble monk's words are not mere platitudes. Do
you agree, layman?" Wei Yangsheng said, "That is extremely reasonable, but I must ask you, Master, if a man with a wife and daughters commits adultery with another man's wife and
daughters, will he receive a wife and daughters in return? But if a man without a wife and daughters commits adultery with another man's wife and daughters, how will he repay the debt? The laws of Heaven would then be ineffective."
Another saying goes, "One man's wives and daughters are finite, but the world's women are infinite." For example, if one only has one or
two children, yet indulges in the affairs of countless women, even if one's wives and daughters commit adultery, the cost is small while the profit is great. How will Heaven punish
such behavior? The monk, knowing him to be an unyielding, stubborn man, said, “Layman, your words are sharp, but
I . Such principles are meaningless without action; true understanding comes only through practice. Layman, please wait until you have married a beautiful woman and then
seek enlightenment from the flesh-futon. Only then will you attain true realization. I see in you the potential to transcend the ordinary and reach the pinnacle of enlightenment;
I cannot bear to part with even a fraction of it. After your sudden enlightenment, please come to see me again to discuss your path home.
I will eagerly await .” Having said this, he took out a piece of writing paper, picked up a brush, and wrote a four-line verse: “Please cast aside your leather bag and sit on the flesh-futon. Repent while you are alive; do not lament that you are already in the coffin.” After finishing writing, the monk handed the poem to Wei Yangsheng, saying, "This clumsy ascetic is ignorant of taboos. Although the verse is too extreme, it truly comes from a
compassionate heart . Please keep it, Layman, as a test for the
future." He then stood up, seemingly intending to see him off. Wei Yangsheng knew he was being rejected, but considering the monk's high status, he dared not leave disrespectfully. He could only bow his head and apologize, saying, "This disciple is inherently foolish and stubborn, and will not accept instruction. I hope Master will forgive me. I hope to be accepted again when I return." He then bowed four times as before, and the monk returned the bow and saw him off. The monk's origins are now
clear; the rest of the story only mentions Wei Yangsheng's infatuation with women, and will not delve further into the story of Gu Feng. The fate of Gu Feng will only be revealed in the final chapter. In the third chapter, the virtuous scholar is mistakenly married to a romantic son-in-law; the dignified woman's affections shift, but the fickle lover remains
. Wei Yangsheng, having parted from the lonely peak, grumbles incessantly, "How utterly unreasonable! I'm only in my twenties, a flower just beginning to bloom, and he wants me to shave my head and seek solace in asceticism. What kind of heartless person is this? I
only met him today because he was a renowned scholar who had become a monk; I believed he possessed unique insights and I wanted to grasp his Zen wisdom to aid my writing
. Who would have thought I would suffer such neglect, and even receive a tortoise verse as a gift? How can I accept such treatment? I am a proud and upright man
; if I were to become an official, I would govern the world, managing..." "My lords, can't you even control your own wives? I've met a fine woman, and I
'm not about let her slip away. I'll play the role of a few philandering criminals to keep my household strictly guarded, so that any man who comes to collect his debts won't be able to resist. Besides,
with a woman married to such a handsome husband as me, even if another man tries to seduce her, she'll likely look down on him.
There's no way she'll be unfaithful. That verse he just wrote should, in principle, be torn to shreds and returned to him. But since
I have no proof to silence him when we meet again, I'll keep it with me and see if he repents when he sees it." After thinking it over, he folded the verse and
hid it in his belt. When he returned home, he instructed his servants to go around telling matchmakers to find the most beautiful woman in the world. He came from a wealthy and influential
family, and was both talented and handsome. What man wouldn't want him as a son-in-law, and what woman wouldn't want him as a husband?
Ever since the announcement of his marriage proposal, several matchmakers sought him out every day. He allowed men from humble families to come and arrange marriages, while wealthy families
, concerned with appearances, would arrange meetings in temples or remote areas, making it seem as if they were meeting by chance, thus clearly distinguishing themselves
. He caused countless women to go home heartbroken, yet he found none of them worthy of his attention. A matchmaker said to him, "It seems that none of the other women are a good match for you. Only the daughter of the Iron Gate Taoist,
named 'Yu Xiang,' is worthy of you. However, her father is eccentric and will certainly refuse to have her examined by a fortune teller. You insist on having her examined,
so this is impossible." Wei Yangsheng asked, "Why is he called 'Iron Gate Taoist'? How do you know his daughter
is beautiful ? If she is so beautiful, why won't he have her examined by a fortune teller?" The matchmaker said, "This old man is a renowned scholar, a solitary and aloof man. He owns land and fields but asks nothing of others.
He has no friends and studies alone at home. No matter who knocks on his door, he won't open it. A distinguished guest, having heard of
his reputation, went to visit him and knocked for half a day, but not only did he not open the door, he didn't even respond. That distinguished guest..." Helpless, he wrote
a poem on the door and left. Two lines read: "I only knew the noble scholar used a thatched roof as his door, who would have thought the gentleman would have an iron gate?" Later,
upon seeing the poem, he said, "The words 'iron gate' are quite apt," and he adopted it as his pseudonym, "Iron Gate Taoist." He had no
sons, only a daughter, who was exceptionally beautiful. She was also very learned, all taught by her father, and
could compose poems and essays. Her family was very strict; she never went out to burn incense or attend gatherings, and at sixteen
years old, she had never shown her face in public. Even gossipy relatives wouldn't let her in. Yesterday, that old man stood at the door, and when I passed by, he
called out, "Are you perhaps a matchmaker?" I replied, "Indeed." He then invited me into his house and pointed out... My daughter said to me, "This is my young lady. I need to find a decent son-in-law to support me in
my old age. Please keep an eye out for him." I introduced him to the man, and he said, "I've heard of his talent, but
I don't know what his character is like." I said again, "The man is mature beyond his years and has no flaws. However, he wants to see me in person
before he'll agree to the marriage." Upon hearing this, he frowned and said, "Nonsense! Only the skinny horses kept by families in Yangzhou
are willing to be seen by men. What respectable daughter would allow a man to meet her?" Seeing that he couldn't say anything more after that, I left. Therefore,
I knew this marriage was doomed. Wei Yangsheng thought to himself, "I have no parents or brothers now. If I marry tomorrow,
who ? Even if I..." " Is it possible for someone like me, a prison guard, to ever leave home? This old man is so rigid. If I were to marry into his
family, I wouldn't need to worry about him; his own daughter would take care of her. I could leave home for life without any problem. It's just that I ca
n't rest easy without meeting him in person. How can I trust a matchmaker's words?" He then said to her, "According to you, the marriage is excellent.
After all, I need you to find a way for me to see some of the influence. As long as it's mostly correct, that's fine." The matchmaker said, "Absolutely not. If you don't believe me, you can only consult the oracle and ask the gods for guidance. If it's right, then do it; if it's not
, then don't." Wei Yangsheng said, "That makes sense. I have a friend who consults a shaman, and his predictions are very accurate. I'll
ask him to make a judgment, and then I'll get back to you." The matchmaker agreed and left. The next day, Wei Yangsheng fasted and bathed, and invited his friend who had consulted the shaman to his home. He burned incense, bowed deeply, and whispered a prayer: "This disciple
has no other purpose than to inquire about the daughter of the Iron Gate Taoist, named Yuxiang. I have heard that she is exceptionally beautiful and wish to marry her, but I
have not yet . Therefore, I am seeking guidance from the Great Immortal. If she is indeed exceptionally beautiful, this disciple will agree to the marriage; otherwise
, I will refuse. I humbly request the Great Immortal to provide clear instructions, not vague words that leave this disciple confused." After the prayer, he bowed four more times, rose
, and supported the immortal's staff as he wrote. Indeed, a poem was written: "The foremost among beauties, need not doubt ghosts or gods. Only worry that her allure might lead to lewd words; at the juncture of good and evil, seek her guidance." Upon seeing this poem, Wei Yangsheng thought to himself, "She appears to be beautiful, but the last line explicitly states that she is
lewd and immoral. Could it be that this woman has already been defiled? Since the poem ends with 'First,' there must be another one
. Let's see what the next one is like." After a moment, Xianluan wrote four more lines: "A woman's chastity cannot be reversed, but a man must manage the household well. Keep the door closed to prevent flies from entering; where can a flaw fly from on jade?" Upon
seeing the title "Hui Daoren," Wei Yangsheng knew it was Lü Chunyang's pseudonym and was overjoyed, thinking, "This man is extremely skilled in wine
and women ; if he says it's good, then it's good. The following poem is
meant to address my doubts and warn me to be cautious. I think this old-fashioned father-in-law is keeping me in check, so I'm sure nothing will happen. The last two lines clearly state that no one can enter through his iron gates."
"The meaning is clear, there's no need to doubt anymore." He then bowed to Chunyang in gratitude and summoned the matchmaker. He instructed her, "The immortal poem's judgment
is excellent; there's no need to deceive anyone now. Go and arrange the marriage." The matchmaker was delighted and went to the Taoist's house with the iron gate, explaining Weiyang Sheng's intention to propose marriage. The Taoist priest said, "His
initial insistence on a physical meeting shows he values beauty over virtue; his frivolity is evident. I want a son-in-law of good character, not
such a worldly person." The matchmaker, eager to make money, cleverly replied, "His intention in wanting a physical meeting isn't for beauty, but rather because he fears
her frivolous a suitable wife. Therefore, he visited your household and found your family's strict upbringing and your daughter's virtuous character to be excellent, thus
putting his mind at ease and earning your request." The Taoist priest, finding her explanation reasonable, agreed to the marriage and set an auspicious day for the wedding
. Although Wei Yang Sheng listened to the matchmaker and believed the fairy's words, she remained hesitant because she hadn't yet met her. Only on their wedding
night, after the ceremony, when they entered the embroidery room and he gazed upon the bride closely, did he finally rejoice. How could he see the bride's good qualities? A new
poem testifies: "Slender and graceful, her whole body and face are adorned with beauty. Adorned with beauty, her sorrowful expression is captivating, her frequent brows are hard to imitate. She still worries she's not a suitable bride, her waist so slender, how can she be embraced? How can she be embraced, so soft and boneless, yet
so close and yet so close." How can the poem "Remembering Qin'e" possibly capture the joy of the bride and groom's wedding? Another new poem testifies: "Her starry eyes meet in shy anticipation, two peach blossom petals sing on the pillow. She tries to close her mouth with fragrant rouge, but her tongue's skill has already made her lips bloom. When her delicate cries cease, how boundless is her affection, her soft breasts are already damp with sweat. They open their eyes to look at each other, their hearts burning like red-hot coals." The poem "Jade Pavilion Spring" says that although Miss Yuxiang's beauty is unparalleled, her charm is somewhat lacking, and she still falls short of her husband's expectations. Because
her father was strict and her mother was dignified, she was kept away from lewd sounds and sights, and the books she read
were Filial Piety for Women." Their words contradicted Wei Yangsheng's own thoughts. As for her behavior, she inevitably resembled her father, and her husband
nicknamed her "Female Moralist." A single flirtatious word from her would make her blush and walk away. Wei Yangsheng greatly enjoyed daytime sex, using genitalia to enhance her arousal. Several times, when her husband tried to pull down her pants, she would scream
as if she were being raped, and he would have to give up. At night, although she accepted it, it was always a helpless situation.
Their sexual practices had to be moderate; she refused to be unconventional. If she wanted to "take fire from across the mountain," she would be accused
of infidelity. To perform the "pouring of candles upside down" ritual is to break the bounds of marital propriety. It takes considerable effort to lift his legs onto her shoulders.
As for her refusal to cry out in pleasure, to enhance the man's virility, even when called upon, she
remains . Wei Yangsheng finds her utterly devoid of life and finds it distressing. I must now use some skillful manipulation to transform her
. Tomorrow I will buy a finely crafted erotic book from the art shop, the work of scholar Zhao Zi'ang, containing thirty-six
paintings, alluding to the thirty-six palaces of Tang poetry, all representing spring. I will take it back and peruse it with Miss Yuxiang. We will see that
these techniques of male-female intercourse are not my invention; the ancients practiced them first. Now, with Zhao Wenmin's ink scroll here, I will use it as proof. When Yuxiang first received it, she didn't know what kind of book it was. After taking it in her hands and opening it for a closer look, she saw the four large characters "Han Palace Portraits"
written on . Yuxiang thought that there were many virtuous concubines and ladies in the Han Palace, so these must be portraits
. Let's see what they look like. On the third page, a man was seen embracing a woman, naked, engaging in sexual activity on a rockery
. Yu Xiang blushed and became agitated, exclaiming, "Where did you get such an ominous object? It's defiling a young lady! Quickly, have
the maid take it and burn it!" Wei Yangsheng grabbed her arm, saying, "This is an antique, worth a hundred taels of gold. I borrowed it from a friend. If you can pay
at least a hundred taels, you can take it and burn it. If you can't, leave it here and I'll play with it for a day or two before returning it to him." Yu Xiang said, "What's the use of looking at such a worthless thing?" Wei Yangsheng said... "If it weren't for a serious matter, painters wouldn't paint it, and collectors wouldn't be willing to pay a high price for it
. It's only because it's the first serious matter since the beginning of time that scholars and artists have used it to paint, mounted it on silk,
sold it in art shops, and collected it in literary circles, so that future generations would know what to emulate. Otherwise, the principle of yin and yang interaction would gradually disappear
, leading to husbands abandoning wives and wives turning their backs on husbands, the complete extinction of the way of life, until there are no people left to live in peace. Today, I
borrowed this not only to read it myself, but also to let my wife know this principle, which is crucial for her to conceive." "Pregnancy, bearing sons and daughters, will not
mislead your father with his Daoist teachings, causing the couple to have no future together. Why is my wife so upset?" Yu Xiang said, "I don't believe this is a proper matter. If it were a proper matter, why didn't the ancients who made the laws teach people
to do it openly during the day? Why do we do it in the dead of night, secretly, like a thief
? From this perspective, it's clear it's not a proper matter." Wei Yang Sheng laughed, "In that case, it's no wonder, my wife. It's all your father's fault. He kept you locked up at home, without..."
Your knowledgeable female companions have been telling you about romance, which is why you're so ignorant and clueless about such matters. Think about it, which couple in the world
doesn't have sex during the day? And which of them doesn't do it openly and
honestly so others can know? If couples didn't have sex during the day, how would the painter know any of these routines? How could he depict them so vividly, arousing the viewer at first glance?” Yu Xiang said, “Then why don't my parents have sex during the day?” Wei Yangsheng said, “May I ask, madam, how do you know that your parents don't have sex during the day?” Yu Xiang said, “If they did, I…” "After all, I bumped into it. Why have I never bumped into anything in my sixteen years of life?
Not to mention that I never saw it, I never heard it either!" Wei Yangsheng laughed and said, "What a naive woman! This matter is something that only children cannot see or hear. Besides children
, which other maid or servant doesn't see and hear it? They know you're not around when they do it, so
they close the door before they go on stage. If you saw it, they might arouse your lust, make you think of men, and cause you to become depressed. That's why
they keep it from you." Yu Xiang thought for a while and said, " They often sleep behind closed doors during the day, or perhaps they do other things. But it's so embarrassing, looking at each other
like that , how could they possibly do it?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Daytime intimacy is ten times more pleasurable than nighttime intimacy. The real pleasure lies in the mutual looking;
that's what arouses the passion. There are only two kinds of couples who should never do it during the day." Yu Xiang asked, "What two kinds of couples?" Wei Yangsheng replied, "An ugly husband and a beautiful wife, that's one kind. An ugly wife and a beautiful husband, that's another kind." Yu Xiang asked, "Why can't these two kinds of people do it during the day?" "What is it?" Wei Yangsheng said, "To do this, you must love me and I must love you, our spirits and blood must be intertwined, only then will we be happy.
If the wife has snow-white skin, delicate and tender, like a piece of jade, and the husband takes off her clothes and holds her in his arms
, looking at her while doing it, he will naturally be ten times happier. The penis will unconsciously become hard, thick and large. It's just that when a woman
sees a man, she sees him as a ghost, his skin dark and rough. She doesn't notice it when he's dressed, but now that he's undressed, his ugliness is exposed and
cannot be hidden. Moreover, compared to snow-white skin, he is eight-tenths ugly." His ugliness was undeniable. Wouldn't his wife find it repulsive?
Since she felt such disgust, it would show in her words and expressions. Seeing this, the man's hardness would subside, and his large penis would shrink.
They would never have enjoyed themselves, only to end up with a disappointing experience. It would be better to make love at night, where he could conceal his shortcomings. This is how a beautiful wife and an ugly
husband behave. The situation of a beautiful husband and an ugly wife is similar, needless to say. If we
were a couple like you, white against white, tender against tender, if we didn't enjoy ourselves during the day and display our skin, we would be bored all day long...
" To grope and fumble under the covers, wouldn't that bury your life? What choice is there between a shameful marriage? My wife doesn't believe me? Let's
try it together and see how it compares to the nighttime pleasures." Yu Xiang suddenly realized something. Although she refused verbally, she wanted to comply, but her cheeks flushed slightly, and her seductive
expression was already showing. Wei Yangsheng thought to himself, he was getting interested. He was about to make his move, but this woman's desire was just beginning to stir, and her thirst wasn't deep enough
. If he were to do it with her now, it would be like a glutton seeing food, swallowing it without chewing, and there would be no enjoyment. I'll wait until
she's satisfied before going with her. He pulled up a grand chair, sat down, pulled her into his lap, and opened the erotic book,
pointing out each picture to her. That booklet was different from other spring-themed books; each picture had an erotic scene on the first half and
an inscription . The inscription explained the scene in the first few sentences and praised the painter's skill in the last few sentences. Wei Yangsheng taught him to visualize the expressions in the pictures so that he could imitate them in the future, and then read them to him line by line: The first picture depicts a butterfly seeking fragrance. The inscription reads: A woman sits on a Taihu rock, her legs apart. A man inserts a jade whisk
into her vagina, groping left and right to explore the flower's heart. At this time, both the man and woman are just beginning their exploration and have not yet reached the ideal state, so their eyebrows and eyes are open,
not much different from their usual appearance. The second picture depicts a bee making honey. The inscription reads: A woman lies supine on a brocade cushion, her hands firmly planted, her legs dangling in the air to
receive the jade whisk, so that the man knows where the flower's heart is and does not make a wrong move. At this moment, the woman's expression is almost one of hunger and thirst, while the man's face
seems anxious, making the viewer
feel anxious on his behalf—this is a flaw in the painting. The third painting depicts a lost bird returning to the forest. The postscript reads: The woman leans against the embroidered bed, her feet pointing upwards, her hands gripping the man's thighs and thrusting downwards. It seems she has entered a state of bliss, yet fears she might lose herself again; both are in the midst of their work, full of energy. Truly,
the brushstrokes are fluid and the ink dances. The fourth painting depicts a hungry horse running to its stall. The postscript reads: The woman lies on the bed, her arms wrapped around the man, as if binding him
. The man uses his shoulders to lift her feet, his jade whisk completely entering her vagina, leaving no room for anything else. At this moment, both the man and woman are on the verge of losing control
, their eyes half-closed yet still open, their tongues about to swallow yet then protruding—two faces with the same expression. This is truly the work of a skilled painter. The fifth painting depicts two dragons locked in a battle of attrition. The postscript reads: "The woman's head rests against her pillow, her hands pressed together, soft as cotton.
The man 's head rests against the woman's neck, his body pressed together, also soft as cotton, after they have been laid down. Their souls are about to depart, a sweet dream is about to begin
, a state of extreme stillness amidst movement. However, the woman's feet have not yet left her body, still resting between the man's shoulders and arms, leaving a trace of life. Otherwise,
they would resemble a pair of dead people, making the viewer realize that the subtle scene evokes thoughts of being buried together." Upon seeing this, Yu Xiang couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. Wei Yangsheng turned another page, about to point it out to him, when Yu Xiang pushed
the book away, stood up, and said, "What a good book! It's uncomfortable to read. Get up and read it yourself; I'm going to sleep.
" Wei Yangsheng said, "There's more to come. I'll finish it all at once and then we'll go to sleep." Yu Xiang said, "Don't you have time tomorrow? Do you have to finish it today?" Wei Yangsheng knew she was impatient, so he embraced her and kissed her. Usually, when they kissed, his teeth would be tightly closed,
and it would be impossible for him to even extend his tongue. After a month of being husband and wife, they still didn't know the difference between tongue and mouth. This time, just touching her lips, his
tongue had unknowingly passed through both teeth. Wei Yangsheng said, "My darling, we don't even need to go to bed. Let's use this armchair as a rockery and
imitate the scenes in the book, how about that?" Yu Xiang feigned annoyance and said, "Is this something a human would do?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Indeed, it's not something a human would do, but something a god would do. Let's be gods for a moment." He then began to undo Yu Xiang's belt. Although Yu Xiang didn't agree verbally, her hands complied. She put her arms around Wei Yangsheng's shoulders and let him pull down her pants
. A large wet patch was visible in her crotch, the result of her vaginal fluids flowing out while looking at the painting. Wei Yangsheng then took off his own pants
, pulled her to sit on the chair, spread her legs, inserted his jade whisk into her vagina, and then removed her upper garment. Why not take off her clothes
first , and only remove her top after taking off her trousers? Because Wei Yangsheng is a skilled man. If you remove his
top first, he'll be anxious inside but shy outside, after all, there's a lot of pretense involved. Therefore, by first securing the vital parts, the rest
will naturally follow. This is the principle of "capturing the king by striking his weak point." Yu Xiang indeed managed to remove all her clothes, except for her pleated trousers. Why? Because
the pleated trousers cover her feet. When women are concerned about their feet, they only care about making sure the lower part is neat, inevitably resulting in uneven toes, which isn't ideal.
Besides, a three-inch golden lotus is only interesting when covered by pleated trousers. Otherwise, it's just a flower without leaves, unappealing.
So, Wei Yangsheng, having mastered the technique, only needed to remove this one garment. After undressing her, he also removed his own clothes, then straightened
his manhood, spread his legs, and placed them on the chair. He raised his jade whisk and began to explore his genitals, just like the first
scene of a woman searching for her clitoris in the erotic palace. After exploring for a while, Yu Xiang stretched out her arms and pressed them against the chair, bringing her vulva up to meet Yu Xiang's hand. Yu Xiang
moved to the left , and he received her with his left hand. Yu Xiang moved to the right, and he received her with his right hand. Suddenly, she pressed against a spot and felt something inside that was neither sour nor
itchy, a sensation that was both unbearable and irresistible. She said to Wei Yangsheng, "That's enough for now. Don't
explore anymore, or you'll hurt me." Wei Yangsheng knew that he had succeeded and complied. He focused his efforts on one spot, gradually deepening and tightening his grip, lifting
hundreds of times. Then, without warning, Yu Xiang's hands reached behind her, pulling her thighs upwards, naturally aligning with the second
scene . Wei Yangsheng then lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, embracing her slender waist with both hands, thrusting all the way in. At this moment
, his penis felt even larger, filling her vagina completely. He lifted her hundreds more times, until her starry eyes were about to close, her hair about to fall, as if she were about to fall asleep
. Wei Yangsheng patted her twice and said, "Sweetheart, I know you're about to lose it. This chair is uncomfortable; let's go to bed and
finish ." Yu Xiang was in the throes of passion, afraid that going to bed would require removing his penis and interrupt their pleasure. Besides,
her hands and feet were sore and weak that she couldn't move, and she couldn't even get to the bed. Hearing him say this, she simply closed her eyes and shook her head, refusing to respond
. Wei Yangsheng said, "My darling, can't you walk?" Yu Xiang nodded. Wei Yangsheng said, "Let me carry you up." He then placed her legs on his arms. Yu Xiang embraced
Wei Yangsheng , her mouth filled with his tongue. Wei Yangsheng lifted her up, his jade whisk remaining inside her,
thrusting as he walked, making a half-hearted, half-hearted motion. He carried her to the bed, laid her down, and began to have sex with her again, his legs spread wide. After several hundred more thrusts, Yu Xiang suddenly cried out, "
My darling, I'm going to die!" She tightly embraced Wei Yangsheng with both hands, moaning and groaning like a person on
the verge of death. Wei Yangsheng knew that the Yin essence had been generated, so he pressed the jade whisk against the flower core and rubbed it hard, also seemingly dying alongside her. The two embraced and slept for a while. Yu Xiang woke up and said, "Did you know I just died?" Wei Yangsheng said, "How could I not know! This isn't called dying, it's called losing." Yu Xiang asked, "What does losing mean?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Men have yang essence and women have yin essence. When you reach the climax of pleasure, that essence comes out. In the moment before and after
, your whole body, flesh and bones, will feel numb and tingly, as if you've fallen asleep. That's when the essence is released. That's losing
. The fifth picture in the erotic painting is like that." Yu Xiang said, "According to you..." "After being 'thrown' (sexual intercourse), will you still live? Are you immortal?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Men and women 'throw' (sexual intercourse) once, and some women have quick ejaculation, so a man
might 'throw' dozens of times after the first time. That's called pleasure, how could you die!" Yu Xiang said, "If that's the case, from now on I'll 'throw' every day and every night." Wei Yangsheng laughed loudly, "How about I advise you! Isn't this erotic book a treasure?" Yu Xiang said, "Indeed, it is a treasure. It would be good to buy it and keep it at home to look at often, but I'm afraid my friend will come to take it."
"Go." Wei Yangsheng said, "That was just to fool you. Actually, I bought it myself." Yu Xiang was delighted to hear this. After they finished talking, they got up, dressed, and watched the erotic films again. When they got excited, they did it again. From that day on,
the couple became exceptionally compatible and even more affectionate. After watching the erotic films, Yu Xiang's moral character changed from Confucianism to lust. She did not follow the middle way in their lovemaking at night and loved to be unconventional. She would pour candles over the fire and make fire from a distance. Her wild behavior of making lewd noises to enhance the pleasure during sex gradually became more and more common. Wei Yangsheng wanted to
help her indulge her lust, so he went to the bookstore and bought many erotic books, such as "The Unofficial History of Embroidered Beds," "The Tale of Ruyi Jun," and "The
Tale of the Madwoman," totaling a dozen or so titles. He placed the books on his desk to peruse freely, putting away all the books he had previously read
. Even three hundred and sixty erotic paintings couldn't fully capture the joy of their lovemaking. Truly, "The zither and lute cannot express their harmony
, nor can the bells and drums convey their happiness." Wei Yangsheng was extremely happy at this point, except for one thing: while the couple was harmonious, there was considerable
discord . Why? Because the Iron Gate Taoist was a man of principle, averse to
extravagance and averse to talk of romance, preferring to discuss Daoist philosophy
. Ever since Wei Yangsheng's marriage to him, seeing his splendid clothes and frivolous behavior, she had felt a sense of unease. He sighed and said,
"This boy is all show and no substance; he will never amount to anything. My daughter has misjudged him." But the betrothal gifts had already been received, the formalities settled, and there was no going back. He could only accept the situation and, after the marriage
, discipline him as a strict father, forcing him to become a righteous man. Therefore, he was ruthless in his words and actions,
scolding Even the slightest impropriety in his posture or posture would be subject to nagging. Wei Yangsheng, young and impetuous, orphaned at a young age and without any discipline, could hardly endure such hardship. Several times he wanted to
confront him, but fearing his wife's displeasure and the disruption to their marital bliss, he had no choice but to endure. Eventually, he could no longer bear it and
thought to himself, "I only admired his daughter initially. Since he refused to let her marry and insisted on finding someone else, that's why I came to him." How dare he
try to intimidate me like Mount Tai? I wouldn't even try to change such a pedantic scholar, yet he insists on trying to change me. Besides,
I, a romantic and talented man, am destined for a life of illicit pleasures; do you think he can ensnare
my entire life with just his daughter? If he keeps me under such strict control, forbidding me from taking a single step or uttering a single word, and I still manage
to do something out of line, won't I be condemned to death? I'm now considering whether I can resist him or not, and whether I can tolerate him or not. There's only
one option: entrust my daughter to him, saying she's going away to study and travel elsewhere.
I've already married the first beauty in the world; if I meet a second, even if I can't marry her, a few nights of casual companionship would
be enough . Having made up my mind, I decided to first tell Yuxiang and then ask my father-in-law. However, I feared Yuxiang might be reluctant to let me go,
and if I encountered her resistance first, it would be difficult to tell my father-in-law later. So, I had to tell my father-in-law behind Yuxiang's back: "I live in a remote
mountain village, ignorant and lacking in knowledge. I have few wise teachers and few helpful friends, so my studies have not progressed. Now I wish to bid farewell to my father-in-law and
travel far and wide to broaden my horizons and expand my mind. Wherever I find wise teachers and helpful friends, I will study there. When the examinations come around, I will go
to the provincial capital to take the exams, hoping to achieve success in both the provincial and provincial examinations, which would not have been in vain for my father-in-law's invitation. I wonder if he would allow me to..." "Shall we go?" Tiefei Daoren said, "You've been my son-in-law for half a year, and this is the only thing you've said that I find acceptable.
It's a wonderful thing to be willing to leave home to study, why wouldn't I?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Although my father-in-law has agreed, I'm afraid your daughter will think I'm heartless, wanting to go far away so soon after our marriage. Now,
according to my wishes, I'd like to say that it comes from my father-in-law's heart and has nothing to do with me, so that I won't be held back and can go as I please.
" Daoren said, "That's very true." After discussing it, Daoren persuaded Wei Yangsheng to go and study in front of his daughter. Wei Yangsheng pretended to refuse, but Daoren
spoke earnestly and persuasively until Wei Yangsheng finally agreed. Yuxiang was having a good time when she suddenly heard that her husband was going. It was like a child
being weaned; how could she bear it? She even had to pay off her debts after he left. Wei Yangsheng knew the journey would be long and
lonely that he might not find a woman for a while,
so he devoted himself to serving her. Like hosting a banquet, though it was for guests, he also had to entertain them. Several nights of intimacy were unspeakable to others, known only to the couple themselves. When it was time to depart, Wei Yangsheng bid farewell to his father-in-law and wife, taking only his servant with him. After this, Wei Yangsheng encountered many more adventures; to be continued in the next chapter. Chapter Four: A Lonely Traveler's Heart Grieves in the Desolate Suburbs; A Thief Speaks of Romance at Night. Wei Yangsheng bid farewell to his father-in-law and wife and set out to study. He went wherever his heart led, without a fixed direction; wherever there were beautiful
women , that was where he would settle down. He would stay for several days in every prefecture and county he passed through. He was a young scholar,
excellent at examinations, and fond of forming societies; he was the most prolific writer. Within and beyond the borders, every scholar knew him
, so wherever he went, friends would invite him to join their literary societies. He considered writing and making friends last; seeking out beautiful women was
his top priority. Every morning, he would rise and wander through the streets and alleys, searching for them. But all he saw were ordinary women; he never saw anyone of exceptional beauty. One day, in a deserted inn, his two companions fell ill and he couldn't leave. He wanted to go for a walk, but had no one
to accompany him , fearing it would be unseemly for women, so he sat alone, feeling utterly bored. Suddenly, a fellow guest from the next room approached and said, "Sir, you seem rather lonely sitting alone. I have a jug of wine over
there; if you wouldn't mind, please come over and have a drink with me." Wei Yangsheng replied, "We've only just met; how could I possibly trouble you?" The man said, "I've heard that scholars are fond of leisure and freedom. Why are you so reserved, sir? Though I am a lowly
person, I love making friends, but you have a bright future ahead of you, and I dare not presume to presume upon you. Now that we're both in an inn, it's a rare opportunity to meet
; please, sit down for a while." Wei Yangsheng, feeling extremely bored and eager to have someone to talk to, agreed. He went over to the man, who led Wei Yangsheng
to the upper seat and sat beside him. Wei Yangsheng repeatedly refused, but the man pulled him to sit opposite him, and then asked his name. Wei Yangsheng told him
his pseudonym and asked him what his honorific title was. The man said, "I am but a commoner, without a pen name. I only have a common name, 'Sai Kunlun'." Wei Yangsheng said, "This honorific title is unusual. Why these three characters?" The man said, "If I were to explain, I fear you might be frightened, sir, and disdain to drink with me." Wei Yangsheng said, "I am also a chivalrous man, unafraid even if gods or ghosts stand before me. As for nobility or lowliness
, wisdom or foolishness, I disregard them all. As long as we are of one mind, what is there to disdain!" Sai Kunlun said, "Then let's speak frankly. I am a commoner..." "He's a thief, capable of scaling walls and leaping across
towering buildings and thick walls. I could easily slip into his bedchamber
and steal everything without him even knowing the next day. People say there was once a Kunlun who could fly into Guo Linggong's mansion and steal a red silk ribbon. He
only did it once in his entire life, while I've done it hundreds of times. That's why they call me 'Kunlun the Mighty'." Wei Yangsheng exclaimed in surprise, "Since you've been doing this for so long and are famous, everyone knows about it. Won't you get into trouble?"
Sai Kunlun said, “If I commit a crime, I won’t be a hero. As the old saying goes, ‘Catch the thief and catch the stolen goods.’ If I can’t catch the thief,
I’ll just tell him, and he won’t dare to do anything to me. Everyone near and far flatters me, fearing that if they offend me, I’ll scheme against
them. I have some principles of loyalty, and I have ‘five things I won’t steal from: I won’t steal from someone in danger, I won’t steal from someone in good fortune, I won’t steal from someone I know, I won’t steal from someone I’ve already stolen from,
and I won’t steal from someone who isn’t on guard.” Wei Yangsheng said, “These five categories are interesting. Please explain them one by one.” Sai Kunlun said, “When someone is in trouble, whether it’s illness, mourning, or some kind of calamity, and they are in dire need…”
If I were to steal from someone during a celebration, it would be like adding fuel to the fire; they would be overwhelmed. That's why I wouldn't. If someone is celebrating a happy occasion—a wedding
, a housewarming, a birth,
or a birthday—and I were to steal from them during a time of good fortune, it would ruin their luck and cause them difficulties in the future. That's why I wouldn't. Stealing from a complete stranger wouldn't be wrong. But if it were
someone I saw every day and treated with respect, they wouldn't suspect me, and I would feel ashamed. That's why I
wouldn't . If a wealthy person has a lot of gold and silver, taking a quick look would be like taking a cut; what's wrong with that? If I were to steal once
and then use the proceeds to harass them, that would be insatiable greed, and I wouldn't do such a thing. Those who live in constant fear
, guarding against thieves every night, constantly talking about thieves. If he treats me with a disrespectful heart, I will treat him with a disrespectful heart in return. Stealing from him
once will let him know my wisdom and that I am not easy to guard against. If they are broad-minded and generous, knowing that money is an external thing and
not caring about it, or if they forget to lock their gates or leave their doors unlocked, then if I were to steal from them, I would be a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong
, and I would never be like that. This is called the "Five Things I Don't Steal From." People near and far see that I have these good qualities, so even though they know I am
a thief, they do not treat me as a thief, but instead associate with me without feeling ashamed. Now, if you still do not abandon me, let's become brothers here.
In the future, if I ever need your help, I will serve you without hesitation, even if it means my death. "When Wei Yangsheng heard him speak, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He never expected that there would be such a hero among thieves. If I were
to associate elsewhere, I wouldn't need him. But if I were to encounter a beautiful woman like Hongxiao or Hongfu, living in a grand mansion,
we might not be able to communicate or move freely. Wouldn't it be terrible to entrust him with the task of guarding Kunlun?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but dance with joy
. Later, when he heard that he was to become sworn brothers with him, he hesitated. Although he replied "Excellent" aloud, he wasn't entirely
enthusiastic in his heart. Sai Kunlun, knowing his thoughts, spoke up, "Sir, you've made up your mind, but your heart isn't quite ready. Are you afraid of being implicated
? No matter how skilled a villain is, I would never commit theft. Even if I did, I would die alone and would never implicate innocent people
. Sir, you needn't worry." Seeing that he had understood the situation and dispelled his doubts, Wei Yangsheng readily agreed. The two each contributed to the offering of three sacrificial animals,
wrote down the date, and swore an oath of brotherhood in the shop, vowing to live and die together. Sai Kunlun was older, and Wei Yangsheng was younger, so they addressed each other as brothers
. They shared the sacrificial offerings and ate until midnight. When they were about to sleep separately, Wei Yangsheng said, "Sleeping in separate places will only make us both lonely. Why not stay
in my younger brother's bed, lie side by side, and talk intimately to while away the long night?" Sai Kunlun said, "That makes sense." So the two took off their clothes and slept in the same bed. As soon as Wei Yangsheng climbed into bed, he unconsciously revealed his usual behavior. He said, "How come there's no
woman I like in such a good place!" Sai Kunlun asked, "Why do you say such things, my dear brother? Have you not yet married a wife? Are you going to seek one out from all over?" Wei Yangsheng said, "I have married a wife. But how can a man rely on one woman to live with until old age? After all,
besides my wife, I should find a few others to keep me company. To tell you the truth, I am extremely fond of romance." "Well,
this trip , ostensibly for study, is really for seeking out beautiful women. Having traveled through many prefectures and counties, I've seen women who either use makeup to conceal
their dark skin or wear jade necklaces to cover their sallow hair. Where is there a woman who is naturally
beautiful without needing to adorn herself? That's why I'm tired of it all, and that's why I said these words." Sai Kunlun replied, "My dear brother, you're mistaken. The truly beautiful women in the world never let anyone see them; those who do are definitely not beautiful." "Women.
Let alone respectable women, even among prostitutes, only the extremely ugly and unlovable ones would dare to come out and lean against the door to sell their smiles.
Those with even a little bit of value would sit at home waiting for someone to visit them before they would come out. How much less would a daughter of a good family stand at the door
for others to see? If you want to know about good women, you'll have to come and ask me." Upon hearing this, Wei Yangsheng raised his head and said, "That's strange. My elder brother doesn't frequent brothels." "How do you
know about my affairs?" Sai Kunlun said, "Although I don't frequent brothels, I see
and hear everything about them clearly. Let me ask you, are there more beautiful women in the world from wealthy or poor families?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Naturally, more from wealthy families." Sai Kunlun said, "These beautiful women from wealthy families, even if they wear makeup and clothes..." "Did you
see more clearly after washing off your makeup and taking off your clothes?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Naturally, you can only see their true colors after washing off their makeup." Sai Kunlun said, "Now I understand. We thieves naturally don't go to poor and lowly homes. We frequent places filled with people
adorned with jewels and jade, so we see a lot more. And we go there when it's late at night and quiet. They might
be sitting under the bright moon with their clothes off, or they might be sitting under a curtain." He slept in the lamplight. I feared he wasn't asleep and wouldn't dare tidy his things,
so I hid in the shadows, keeping my eyes fixed on him, remaining motionless until he fell asleep before making my move.
Therefore , I saw him clearly; not only did he not flinch from his face or skin, but
I could even clearly see the contours of his vulva and the amount of pubic hair. Within hundreds of miles, one could know which woman was beautiful and which was not. "It's in my belly
. If you want to do this, just ask me." Wei Yangsheng, who had been listening intently from under the covers, sat up, exposing his chest, and said, "
That makes sense. You can't see any of your daughters, and even if you did, it wouldn't be clear. Only you two can see them. And another thing,
what if you see a beautiful woman and then a full vulva, and you get aroused?" Sai Kunlun said, "Get up..." When he was young, he couldn't resist seeing this scene and would often secretly masturbate to the woman
, treating it as if he were having sex with her. Later, after seeing it many times, he stopped caring. Looking at her vulva was like using a regular penis,
and he wasn't aroused. But when he saw her and her husband having sex, moaning and groaning as they worked, he couldn't help but feel a little
aroused . When Wei Yangsheng heard him talking about the most wonderful parts, he turned over and lay down to listen. Sai Kunlun said, "If you don't mind
the disrespect , let me tell you a story or two. I wonder if you'd be willing to listen?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Excellent! If it's like this, a single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of study. Tell me quickly."
Sai Kunlun said, "I've seen so many things in my life, I don't know where to begin. Now, ask me anything, and I
'll tell one." Wei Yangsheng said, "Tell me, are there more women who like sex or those who don't?" Sai Kunlun said, "Naturally, there are more who like sex. Out of about a hundred women, only one or two don't like sex; the rest
like it. But among those who like sex, there are two kinds. Some women like sex in their hearts and say they want to. Others like sex in their hearts but
pretend they don't want to, waiting for their husbands to force them, and then reveal their true colors." The first type of woman was
easier to deal with. At first, I hid in the shadows and saw her urging her husband to do it; I thought she was an extremely lustful woman, tireless all night long.
But she only lasted a few strokes before giving up, and after that, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, letting her husband do as he pleased. Only
women who pretended not to want to do it were extremely difficult to get along with. I once went to steal from a house and saw a husband trying to get his wife to do it, but she refused
. The husband climbed on top of her, but she pushed him off. He just said he didn't want to do it and then fell fast asleep. The woman deliberately tossed
and turned, trying to wake him. When she couldn't wake him, she tried to shake him. But the husband was sleeping soundly and
wouldn't wake up. Then she shouted loudly, "Thief!" If any other thieves were scared away, they would be gone. I knew...
She wasn't shouting "thief!" but rather trying to wake her husband so she could get up and do what she wanted. Sure enough, after her husband woke up, she
stammered, "It was just a cat jumping on a mouse; I misheard and thought it was a thief, but it's nothing
." Then she hugged her husband tightly, rubbing her vulva against his penis. Her husband, aroused, began to have sex with her. At first, she
managed to hold back her moans. After several hundred thrusts, she gradually started groaning and moaning, her vaginal fluids flowing freely. Around
midnight, her husband ejaculated, but she was still aroused and didn't want her husband to continue, so she pretended to sigh,
acting . She made her husband rub her chest and belly, not letting him sleep. The husband couldn't sleep, so he climbed back in and started again,
only stopping when the rooster crowed. I stayed up all night, and just as I was about to pack up, it was already dawn, so I had to sneak out. That's why I know that this kind of
woman is extremely difficult to get along with. Wei Yangsheng asked, "When women are having sex, are they more likely to be wanton or not?" Sai Kunlun replied, "Of course, more wanton. About one or two out of ten women are not wanton; the rest are
. However, there are three kinds of wantonness in women's speech, which only we can clearly hear, but the men having sex don't know."
Wei Yangsheng asked, "What are the three kinds?" Sai Kunlun said, "In the beginning, before she feels pleasure, she doesn't want to be wanton in her heart, but she pretends to be wanton outwardly, waiting for her husband
to become aroused. This kind of sound is roughly audible, and the words she utters are clear. This is one kind of wantonness. When she feels pleasure
, she wants to be wanton in her heart, in her mouth, and even in her face and limbs. This kind of sound is also audible, but
the words she utters are indistinct ." He was panting heavily. It was another kind of wantonness. When he reached the climax, his spirit was exhausted, his limbs weak
, and he couldn't quite manage a full-blown climax. The sound was muffled, barely audible, coming from his throat. I once raided a house and saw the couple
doing it . At first, they were wildly thrusting and making a thunderous noise. But towards the end, the woman became silent and still, as if she had been killed by the man's
advances. I approached... Listening closely, I heard gurgling sounds coming from his throat, like talking but not really talking, like sighing but not really sighing.
Hearing this, I knew he was extremely happy, and without realizing it, my lust was aroused, my whole body felt sore and numb, and without even rubbing my hands, my semen
flowed out. So I knew that women could again have this kind of wanton behavior.” Upon hearing this, Wei Yangsheng also felt sore and itchy all over, and without realizing it, his semen flowed out. He wanted to ask him more,
but before he knew it was already dawn. The two got up, washed and dressed, and sat facing each other again, exchanging pleasantries. After several days of intimate conversation, their relationship grew closer.
Wei Yangsheng then said to him, "I have always lived for women, and I am incredibly fortunate to have met you, elder brother. If I
don't entrust my heart to you, won't I miss this opportunity? I ask you to select the most beautiful woman you have ever seen and devise a way for
me
to see her. If she is indeed a stunning beauty, I will not hide it from you, elder brother, but my fate is blessed with a lucky star. Whenever I see a woman, she comes to me without my seeking." "Find me. When the time comes, I'll ask my elder brother to use his supernatural powers to help you accomplish this good deed." Sai Kunlun shook his head and said, "That won't do. I've always believed in not stealing from someone I've already stolen from. I can't bear
to steal from someone whose property I've already stolen from, let alone a woman whose reputation is at stake. I can only try to find someone for you from now on. When I see a beautiful
woman , I won't steal from her. Instead, I'll come back to discuss it with you and help you accomplish this good deed. That would be acceptable." Wei Yangsheng said, "I was blind to your righteousness." " Your words were too abrupt. There's only one thing: since Jin Nuo
has asked me to keep an eye out for you, if you see any beautiful women, you must not steal their belongings. Don't forget what you said today. If you accomplish what
you promised, I will naturally repay you in the future." Sai Kunlun said, "It seems you truly have eyes but cannot recognize a righteous man. If I were someone who wanted your repayment, I might as well
take the grain now. Even if you become an official in the future, and allow me to take a few levies, the money from those levies will be clear to me."
If I were to commit a thief, I wouldn't even need the reward. I'll give you a beautiful woman now, and I'll surely return
another beautiful woman to you tomorrow. Now that you've met me, you don't need to go anywhere else. Just rent a few rooms here to study. Don't
rely on me alone. If you see something good, go and do it yourself. If I see something good, I'll come and tell you.
We'll search in two directions, and you'll naturally find it; you won't be disappointed." Wei Yangsheng was overjoyed and asked someone to find her a place to stay. Before parting, she grabbed him and bowed four times before they separated. After all, what will become of Wei Yangsheng's extraordinary encounter? We'll find out in the next chapter. Chapter Five: The Contestant's Strict Posture Creates a Famous Flower Album; The Dog's Kindness and Broad Face Accept the Snow-Haired Beauty. After parting from the Kunlun Competition, Wei Yangsheng moved to a temple as her residence. This temple was the temporary residence of Zhang Xian, the immortal who grants children. It had
very few rooms and was usually not used as a lodging place. However, because Wei Yangsheng was willing to pay a high price—two taels a month elsewhere, and the Taoist priest
, greedy for a small profit—rented it to him. Why was he willing to pay such a high price? Because Zhang Xian of this temple was extremely efficacious, and many
women came seeking children. Wei Yangsheng wanted to hold a selection ceremony here, so he decided to make his lodging here. Since moving in,
several groups of women would come to burn incense every day. These women were different from those burning incense elsewhere. Out of ten, one or two would be acceptable. Why was this? Because most of the women burning incense elsewhere were middle-aged or
elderly , with few young women, so none of them were to his liking. The women who burn incense here all come seeking offspring. The elderly
have ceased menstruation and are no longer able to conceive. The middle-aged are nearing the end of their menstruation and
have lost their ability to bear children. Therefore, those who come seeking offspring are mostly young girls, accompanied by one or two older men. All girls between the ages of fourteen and twenty, regardless of their appearance
, possess a certain allure, a subtle and captivating beauty. Thus, one or two out of ten are sure to be attracted. Every morning, Wei Yangsheng rises early, dresses impeccably, and paces back and forth before the altar. When he sees a woman approaching
, he hides behind Zhang Xian, listening to the Taoist priest's prayers and observing her offering of incense and worship, scrutinizing her every expression and gesture. Then, he bursts out
unexpectedly . The women were astonished by his unparalleled beauty, wondering if their sincere prayers had brought the clay statue of Zhang Xian
to life, and that he had descended to give them a child. Only after he swayed for a moment before descending the steps did they realize he was human. His soul had already been captivated by the living Zhang Xian. This left the women bewildered, their eyes meeting with longing, reluctant
to leave . Some even deliberately left behind handkerchiefs as a token. From then on, Wei Yangsheng's behavior became exceptionally frivolous, his demeanor increasingly wanton, even declaring that all the most beautiful women in the world were for his pleasure
. From the moment he entered the temple, he had nailed a miniature book to his pocket, inscribed with the four characters "广收
春色" (meaning "to widely collect spring colors"), registering any woman who offered incense and possessed even a modicum of beauty. For example, the names of women, their ages, their husbands, and
their residences were all carefully written down. Circles were added next to each name in vermilion ink to indicate their quality: three circles for top-tier, two for upper-tier, and
one for middle-tier. Each name was followed by a four- or six-character commentary describing their merits. How did Wei Yangsheng know the names and addresses of so many women and their husbands? Because when a woman went to a temple to burn incense, a
Taoist priest would stand beside her to relay her name, age, which believer's wife she was,
and which neighborhood she lived in. The woman wouldn't answer, but a servant or maid would answer for her. Wei Yangsheng memorized these details, and after
the woman left, he would take out a register and record them. Within a few days, he had collected almost all the women in the area. Although he recorded many women, they were all of the first and middle tiers, but
not a single one of the three top-tier women. I thought to myself, my lifelong ambition was to marry the most beautiful woman in the world, and the one I married at
home was considered the most beautiful. Now it seems there are many women just like her, so she certainly doesn't qualify as the most beautiful. I
think there's no reason why there shouldn't be a top scholar among the world's beauties, since there is a first-rate woman out there whom I have yet to meet .
Now, looking at it from all angles, these women can only be kept here as a record, to be used as a way to cover up any future misfortunes
. I'll wait a few days and see what happens to those who come in later. So I became stricter with the law and refused to be lenient. One day, feeling listless, he was sleeping in his room when a servant boy ran in and said, "Master, get up quickly and see some beautiful
women ." Wei Yangsheng hurriedly got out of bed, put on a new headscarf and beautiful clothes, and wanted to look in the mirror, which delayed him for a while. When
he went outside, he saw two young women, one dressed in silver-red and the other in lotus-root color, accompanied by a middle-aged beauty
. They were burning incense and about to leave. Wei Yangsheng looked at the two young women from a distance and they were truly goddesses of Wushan and
celestial maidens of Luopu, completely different from those he had seen before. He was momentarily captivated. Seeing that he was about to leave but hadn't even stepped out the door, I
rushed over and knelt outside the threshold, kowtowing incessantly. The two servants and the Taoist priest were all stunned, fearing the woman
was about to lash out. But who would have thought that although Wei Yang Sheng appeared mad, he had a plan in mind. He reasoned that if the three women were willing to take this route,
knowing I admired his handsome appearance and loved him dearly, and therefore knelt before him, he wouldn't lash out. If they did lash out in a fit of righteous anger,
I would simply claim to be someone who had come from outside, seeking an auspicious burial from Zhang Xian, and that seeing women inside made it inappropriate to enter
, so I knelt outside and kowtowed. Did they know I was residing in the temple? Having this plan in mind, I was in
an invincible , which is why I dared to act this way. As expected, the three women, unaware of the situation, assumed he was seeking an heir and shrank back to stand aside. They waited until he
finished his prayers before taking their leave. While he was praying, the two young women glanced at him, but their expressions were subtle and
unintentional , not particularly noticeable. Only the middle-aged beauty was extremely affected with Wei Yangsheng, constantly covering her mouth
and laughing. Before leaving, she glanced at Wei Yangsheng a few more times. Wei Yangsheng stood there speechless for a long time, only asking the Taoist priest about his family after walking a mile or two. The priest, seeing his
rash actions that almost caused trouble, couldn't scold him and refused to tell him. Wei Yangsheng wanted to follow the palanquin to track them down, but he knew he was too far away
to catch up , so he returned to his room and
sat there sullenly. Thinking to himself, "How hateful! I know the names and addresses of all the ones I don't like, yet I don't know the whereabouts of these
two beauties I like so much. It's a pity that two peerless beauties missed each other right before my eyes." He took out the booklet to
add these two names, but there were no names to write down. He could only make a note first: "On such and such a day, I met two beauties of unparalleled grace.
I do not know their surnames, so I will name them arbitrarily according to the color of their clothes, and list their ages and personalities on the left for the purpose of selection. One woman in silver-red. Approximately seventeen or eighteen years old. Observing her feelings, she is undecided about marriage and her desires have not yet been awakened." Comment: "This woman's demeanor is like clouds moving, her figure like jade standing. Her red lips are as delicate as a flower that can speak. When she moves, she is as light as
a swallow that can fly. Her brows are furrowed without worry, truly like Xi Shi's beautiful frown." Her eyes, though weary, remained languidly open, a testament to Yang Guifei's fondness for sleep. Even more endearing
was her gift of heart, not material possessions, leaving behind no trace of worldly adornment. She revealed her intentions, not her outward appearance, her departing gaze lacking even the slightest hint
of autumn's allure, a recluse among women, a hidden beauty within the palace walls. Placed among the elite, who could say she wouldn't be fitting? A beautiful woman, her complexion like lotus roots, appeared to be around twenty. Observing her demeanor, she seemed to have been married for some time, yet her pubic hair remained intact. Comment: This woman possesses a graceful bearing and a spirited will. Her eyebrows showed no trace of needing to be painted. She had no need for the empress's favor, her complexion possessing an abundance that was difficult to enhance. Why
use He Lang's muscles? She was neither too thin nor too plump, her beauty lying in the fact that she could neither be added to her thinness nor subtract from her plumpness. Her makeup was a delicate balance, its subtlety lying in the fact that the heavy
seemed light, and the light seemed deep. What is admirable is
her melancholy, unexpressed, like a lotus that blooms but never fully opens. Her thoughts are hidden, unspoken
, like a fading fragrance, its sorrow yet to fade. What is precious is that she, like the one before her, surpasses all others, and is worthy of being called a national beauty! After the interview, the top scholar will be decided. The critique is over, and I think of that middle-aged beauty who still retains her youthful charm. Leaving aside
everything else , her eyes alone are like a priceless treasure. He initially gave me many glances, but I, preoccupied with those
two, didn't return his gaze. Now I feel quite guilty, especially since she was with such a beautiful woman; they must be either sisters-in-law or
relatives . I should be lenient with her because of her beauty. She even helped to make things interesting, drawing those two's attention to me;
she is clearly a kind person. If I find him, why worry about those two not being included in the swan's nest? I'll write him down in the book now, adding a good
critique . Firstly, to repay his kindness in holding the book, and secondly, if I find him, I'll give him this book to read. By flattering him first
, I won't worry about him not doing things for me. So I picked up my pen and changed the "two" in the name of the two beauties to "three." Because she was dressed in black, I added
another name: One name for a beauty in black. She looks about forty-nine, but her appearance is like that of a woman in her late twenties. Judging from her posture, she seems to be eager to write and her feelings are very intense. Comment: This woman's hidden feelings are stirring, and her unrestrained interest is soaring. Her waist is as sturdy as a young woman's, and her eyebrows rival those of a new bride. Her cheeks are as
red as peach blossoms, and her skin is as smooth as jade. Most captivating is that even when her eyes are still, they are full of emotion, sparkling like lightning from a cliff. Without
moving an inch, her figure suddenly shifted, light and airy like
a cloud. She was truly on par with the two beauties! Having finished writing, he circled each name three times and tucked it away in his pocket. From that day on, he could go to the celestial palace or not; the women who came in could look or not. He simply kept these three beauties in his heart at all times, carrying this notebook with him as he went along the streets, trying to find them. He saw no trace of them.
He thought to himself, "Sai Kunlun has the most knowledge and knows the ways best; why not ask him?" But there was one thing: he had promised me
to find one, and he hadn't seen her for days; he must have gone looking for her. If I told him, he would just think I had someone I liked and would
abandon the task. Besides, they had no names or surnames; how could he possibly find them? I'll keep it to myself for now, and wait a few more days. Maybe he'll find someone to
report back to me. I'm not afraid of many other things, and I'm not afraid of many beautiful women either. From then on, every day I either went
out to ask if I'd bumped into someone, or waited at home. One day, I met Sai Kunlun on the street and grabbed him, asking, "Brother, why haven't I heard back about what you promised
? Have you forgotten?" Sai Kunlun replied, "I've always kept it in mind, how could I forget? It's just that there are many ordinary women, but few exceptional ones. I just found one recently
and was about to report back to you when I bumped into her." Upon hearing this, Wei Yangsheng smiled broadly and said, "In that case, please come to my humble abode to discuss it." The two walked hand in hand
into the abode. After sending the servants away, the two closed the door and discussed their plans. I wonder which woman was so lucky to meet such a capable man, and which husband was so unlucky to have such a woman.

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