The Carnal Prayer Mat (Complete Series)

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Using Lewd Matters to Preach the Truth to Stop the Lewd Trend; Talking About Lust
Begins with Lust Chapter 2: The Old Monk's Empty Bag; The Young Layman Receives the Flesh and Fuss Chapter
3: The Taoist Scholar Mistakenly Marries a Playboy; A Dignified Woman Falls for a Frivolous Man
Chapter 4: A Lonely Guest's Heart Sorrows in a Desolate Village; The Rise and Fall of a Night Thief Talks About Romance
Chapter 5: The Contestants' Strict Formation Creates a Roster; A Dog's Favorable Face Accepts a Snow-White-Haired Woman
Chapter 6: A Short Talent Boasts of His Long Skills; A Small Thing Makes Him a Laughingstock
Chapter 7: Resentment Arises; Fuyang Cries, Thinking of Correction; Kneeling and Begging
Chapter 8: Three Months of Bitter Cultivation; A Good Friend Scolds;
A Trick to Win Over a Beautiful Woman Chapter 9: Skilled in Extraordinary Lewdness, Yet Maintains a Balance; Sharing Pleasure Gains the Upper Hand
Chapter 10: Hearing the First Sound Reveals a Formidable Enemy; Leaving Room for True Talent Chapter 11: A Heroic Man Who Squanders Spends Money; A Fleeting Couple Becomes 　　　　a Marriage Chapter 12: A Good Thing is Only Achieved After a Supplementary
Bow Jealousy Leads to
Unity
Chapter Thirteen: Burning the Boats to Eliminate Hidden Secrets; Enduring Hardship to Avenge the Treacherous
Chapter Fourteen: Closed Doors for Pleasure, But the Wall Has Ears; Forbidden to Watch, Bathing Here, There's No Silver
Chapter Fifteen: Alliance and Righteousness Discussed, Enjoying the Night; Sisters Share the Night's Joy
Chapter Sixteen: A Good Thing Encountered a Demon Halfway; The Lively Erotic Scene Was Robbed
Chapter Seventeen: Gaining Advantage Because of Others' Deception;
Suffering Poisoning for One's Own Pride Chapter Eighteen: Wife Falls into Prostitution, Openly Repaying Debts; Brothers Compete for Beauty, Secretly Demanding Access
Chapter Nineteen: Sins Already Overflowing, Two Places of Incense Chaos, Both Making a Fool; Zen Insights to be Developed, All Kinds of Beauty Turn to Nothing Chapter Twenty
: The Cloth Bag's Skin Wide, Lustful Ghosts and Treacherous Heroes Are All Captured; The Sandalwood Road is Wide, Enemies and Debtors Meet Again

(Note: The original version is attributed to "Mr. Ming and Qingyin," and "Published in the Mid-Autumn of the Year Gui Chou, by the Shicui Pavilion of the Weicang ."
It is believed the author is actually Li Yu (1611-1680).

Chapter One: Stopping the Lewd Trend Through Lewd Matters, Discussing Lust, Starting with Lust

The poem reads: Black hair is hard to keep, rosy cheeks easily fade, life is not like a pine tree. Fame and fortune vanish, like a fallen flower in the wind. Regret kills the
joy of youth, the pleasure quarters banish the old man. Princes and nobles, listening to songs of gold thread, should love the fragrant medicine early. The true place of joy in the world, after all counts
, is still the bedroom. Unlike the realm of glory, joy begins and sorrow ends. Enjoying pleasure every morning, where swallows sleep soundly, fearing the morning bell. Opening eyes, look, the universe covers everything, a grand spring palace. 　　This poem is titled "Full of Fragrance." It simply says that life is full of toil and worries, without any benefit . It is thanks to the ancient sages who created the world that the union of men and women was created, to relieve people's toil and worries, so that they would not be so haggard. According to Confucianism, a woman's lower body is the gate of my life and the door of my death. According to the wise, without this item, a person's hair would turn white a few years earlier and their 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 are still healthy in their seventies or eighties? Or perhaps monks, though ordained, still have ways to go, like adulterers or philanderers, and cannot preserve their health like ordinary people, hence their shorter lifespans . Look at the eunuchs in the capital; not only do they not steal women or philander, they don't even have the tools for it. Logically, they should live a shorter life, several hundred years, yet why do they have more wrinkles and white hair than others? Why do they look like old women in name only? In the capital, there are only commoners with longevity plaques, not eunuchs with centenarian arches . 　　 It is evident that the concept of "female beauty" is inherently harmless. However, because this herb is not recorded in the *Compendium of Materia Medica*, there is no definitive explanation. Some say it nourishes, others say it harms. If we examine these comparisons, it is not only nourishing , but its medicinal properties are similar to ginseng and aconite, and they can be used interchangeably. However, while ginseng and aconite are highly nourishing, they are suitable for long-term use, not excessive consumption; they can be used as medicine, not as food. If consumed indiscriminately, at any time, or to the point of excess , it will generally cause harm. The benefits and harms of female beauty are similar. Long-term use has the effect of balancing yin and yang, while excessive use has the harm of water and fire clashing. As medicine, it brings the joy of relieving depression; as food, it causes the worry of damaging tendons and depleting blood. People in the world should understand that " female beauty is like medicine"—neither too sparse nor too frequent, neither too averse nor overly fond of it. Before engaging in sexual activity, one should think, "This medicine is not poison, so why fear it?" When engaging in sexual activity, one should think, "This medicine is not food, so why urinate on it?" In this way, yang will not be excessive and yin will not be stagnant; how could it not benefit one? However, there is one thing: the properties of this medicine are identical to ginseng and aconite , only the place of origin and method of use are somewhat opposite; those who take the medicine must know this. Ginseng and aconite are best when from their original source; locally grown ones are useless. Sexual activity, on the other hand, is best when it is locally grown; unused sex is not only useless but can also harm one. What is locally grown? What is unused sex? One's own wives and concubines, without needing to seek them far or spend 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 harms the ancestral line. After a round of intercourse, the whole body feels refreshed . Is this not nourishing? Beautiful women come from wealthy families, and delicate makeup must be obtained from embroidered chambers. Domestic chickens taste bland compared to the freshness of wild ducks; an old woman, faded in beauty, is no match for a young maiden—this is what is meant by "fallen from grace." Such a woman, obsessed with desire, seeks to possess them, first seducing them with affection, then showering them with gifts, sometimes climbing over walls to meet them, sometimes digging holes to speak of secrets. Even if she is as bold as the heavens, she is ultimately terrified, as if someone is present even when no one is watching. She sweats little for pleasure but much for fear; her affections are strong, but her courage is weak. She tests the limits of what is possible, creating unforeseen disasters, secretly damaging her virtue, openly violating the law, and ultimately being killed. If no one pays the price, the wife may still live. Even more so for women who have lost their chastity, the various consequences are unbearable. It is clear that people in this world should never abandon what is near for what is far, nor tire of the old for what is new. 　　The author of this novel originally had a compassionate heart, wanting to preach to the world, advising people to restrain their desires, not to indulge in them; advising people to keep their lust secret, not to promote it. Readers, do not misunderstand his intentions. If the goal is to curb lust and desire, why not use a moral text to maintain social order, instead of writing erotic novels? Readers, you are unaware that the method of changing customs and habits requires guiding people according to the prevailing circumstances; only then will their words be easily accepted. Nowadays, people dislike reading Confucian classics and biographies, preferring unofficial histories and anecdotes. Even within these unofficial histories, they dislike stories of loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, preferring lewd and absurd tales. Customs today are utterly decadent. If a moral text were used to persuade people to do good, let alone get people to buy it, even if a philanthropist donated scriptures to be printed, bound, and given as a gift, they would either unpack it or use it for smoking; they would never bother to look at it. It is better to appeal to their lust, and when they are engrossed in reading, suddenly…

However, a few sharp words of criticism made him sigh, "Women are so alluring; how can one not indulge in pleasure, constantly seeking enjoyment
, instead becoming a ghost beneath the peony blossoms, pursuing empty fame and abandoning reality?" Then, when he saw the clear retribution,
a few words of gentle enlightenment made him realize, "Adultery is inevitably punished; how can one not keep one's wives and concubines for personal enjoyment
, instead indulging in idle pursuits, borrowing money to pay off real debts?" Reflecting on this, he naturally avoided the wicked path. Not taking the wicked path
, naturally, husbands loved their wives and wives respected their husbands; the teachings of Zhou Nan and Zhao Nan are nothing more than this. This is the method of governing people by addressing the matter at hand and governing people by people
. Not only should unofficial historians and anecdotes use this technique, but even the sages in the classics practiced it. If you don't believe it, look at
Mencius's discourse on kingship during the reign of King Xuan of Qi in the Warring States period. King Xuan was a man obsessed with sensual pleasures and material gain; he had no interest in proper governance
. He merely offered a casual praise, saying, "Excellent, indeed!" Mencius asked, "If Your Majesty finds this agreeable, why does it not work?" King Xuan replied, "I have a weakness; I am
fond of material possessions." Mencius then used the anecdote of Duke Liu's fondness for material possessions to persuade him. King Xuan then added, "I have a weakness; I am fond of women.
" At this point, he was already willing to become a tyrant like Jie or Zhou, treating it as a reply to someone's failure to govern properly. If one were to consider him a moralist
, one would have to earnestly and sternly admonish him against his licentiousness. Ancient emperors had a warning: "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; and the emperor who is fond of women will lose the empire." If King Xuan had heard this, even if he
hadn't spoken aloud, he would have thought to himself, "In that case, my illness is incurable; I have no use for you, sir.
" But Mencius cleverly used a story of the king's lustful nature to entice him, making him so engrossed that he
couldn't stop listening. Consider that even when King Tai fled on horseback, he had Jiang Nu with him; it's clear he was a womanizer who couldn't bear to be without women.
How could such a licentious ruler not lose his life and his kingdom? Yet, he had a way of satisfying his lust, causing all the men in the kingdom
to flee with women. While King Tai and Jiang Nu were enjoying themselves, the men and women of the kingdom were also enjoying themselves. This is
a ruler who is impartial and selfless. Who wouldn't praise him? Who would dare to criticize him? Hearing this, King Xuan would naturally feel at ease and be willing to govern
, no longer using "I am ill" as an excuse. This is the strength of the author of this novel. I hope all readers
will purchase this book and read it as a classic text, not as a novel. Wherever the title "Reader" appears, it is either a critical remark or a wise saying;
you must pay close attention and understand it. Descriptions of sexual intercourse and depictions of bedroom pleasures may border on obscenity, but the reader must be led
to the conclusion to learn the lesson and receive a warning. Otherwise, it would be a book of olives, leaving something to savor later. But
what if it's sour and tasteless, and people refuse to chew it? My descriptive language is like wrapping olives in dates, guiding the reader to savor the aftertaste
.
The details are numerous, but the real skill will be revealed in the next chapter.

Chapter Two

The Old Monk Opens an Empty Bag, the Young Layman Receives the Flesh-Purifying Cushion During the Zhihe era of the Yuan Dynasty, there was a monk in the Kuocang Mountains, whose Dharma name was Zhengyi and Daoist name was Gufeng. He was originally a famous student at

the Chuzhou County School.
Because of his innate goodness, he babbled incessantly in his swaddling clothes, like a student reciting a text
. His parents couldn'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 he was reciting the *?ūra?gama Sūtra*, and that this child was a reincarnation of a high monk. He 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 for Buddhism, only to be severely punished by his parents. Forced to take the imperial examinations, he entered the academy as a child and helped others afterward. After his parents
passed away, he waited two years to complete the mourning period, then distributed all his wealth to his relatives. He sewed a large leather bag, filled it with wooden fish drums, scriptures,
and other items, 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 not only strictly abstained from alcohol, meat, and lewdness, but also adhered to three precepts within the fundamental duties of a monk
: not soliciting donations, not lecturing on scriptures, and not residing in famous mountains. When asked why he didn't solicit donations, he said, "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 daily pressing upon one. When the anxieties of hunger and cold daily pressing upon one, 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 clothing, and relies on donations from benefactors all day long, when one's belly is full, one desires leisurely walks; when one's body is warm, one desires peaceful sleep. While leisurely walking, one sees what is desirable
; while peaceful sleep, one's dreams become reality. Whether one succeeds in learning Buddhism or not, all sorts of things leading to hell will come to one without seeking them. That is why I feed myself..."
"I refrain
; only Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can understand them. For ordinary people to lecture on scriptures is like a fool talking in a dream. Tao Yuanming, in the past, didn't seek deep understanding when reading
. Even Chinese people reading Chinese books dare not seek deep understanding, let alone Chinese people reading foreign books and then presumptuously
translating them? I dare not seek to be a meritorious subject of Bodhisattvas, but only to avoid being a sinner to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Therefore, I know my foolishness and guard my simplicity, refraining from lecturing on
scriptures." People further asked why he didn't live in famous mountains. He said, "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 lovely and desirable are desirable. Living in a scenic place, mountain spirits and water monsters will lead me to seek poetry, and the moon goddess and wind goddess will disturb me."
"Therefore , those who study at famous mountains fail to achieve their studies, and those who seek enlightenment at famous mountains find it difficult to purify their minds
of fame. Besides, which famous mountain doesn't have women burning incense and officials offering their services? The story of the moonlit willows is a prime example. The reason I abandoned famous temples to live in this desolate mountain is simply to
ensure that there is nothing to cling to before my eyes and ears." The questioner deeply admired his words, believing they were unprecedented among eminent monks. 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. Therefore, after many years of being a monk, he
had very few disciples, living alone in a few huts by a mountain stream, farming for food and drinking from the spring.

One day, the autumn wind was bleak, the trees were bare, and insects chirped. The monk rose early, swept the fallen leaves in front of the door, changed the water before the Buddha,
offered incense, and set down his meditation cushion in the main hall. Suddenly, a young scholar, accompanied by two servants, entered. 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 harbored impure thoughts; he didn't need them elsewhere, but he was particularly adept at secretly observing women. He didn't need to get close; even from dozens of feet away
, a single glance was enough to discern beauty from ugliness. If a woman was virtuous, he would simply glance at her. If she was upright, she would lower
her head and walk past, not meeting his gaze, thus his glance was wasted. If the woman shared his vice...
It's like a love letter being tossed here and there, slipped through the corner of the eye, and then it's impossible to stop. 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 after finishing his work and returned four deep bows. After they were seated
, the monk asked the scholar's name. The scholar replied, "I am from afar, traveling in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and my pen name is 'Weiyang Sheng.' I have heard that you,
Master, are a great monk and a living Buddha, therefore I have fasted and come to speak with you."

You might wonder why the monk asked his name but didn't address him by his given name, instead using his pen name? Readers should know that in those days,
the scholarly customs were strange; scholars disliked using their given names and addressed each other by their pen names. Therefore, scholars all had a title, sometimes called "
Sheng," sometimes "Zi," and sometimes "Daoren." Generally, the young were called "Sheng," the middle-aged "Zi," and the elderly "
Daoren." The titles for these titles each had their own meaning, perhaps reflecting personal feelings or inclinations; they were chosen freely
, as long as they understood it themselves, not necessarily for everyone else. This scholar, however, was fond of women, disliked the daytime but preferred the night, and
disliked the latter half of the night but preferred the first half. Seeing the line "the night is not yet over" in the Book of Songs, he took this phrase out of context and named himself "Weiyang Sheng
" (meaning "Sheng of Unending Night").

The monk, seeing this excessive praise, felt ashamed and replied with a few words of humility. At that time, the vegetarian meal in the earthenware pot was
ready, so the monk invited him to eat the morning meal. The two sat facing each other, discussing Zen, their wit and insightful exchanges resonating deeply. It turned out that Weiyang Sheng was extremely intelligent,
having read widely from all schools of thought and religions. The Zen riddle contained within, which others could not fathom despite a thousand words, he understood
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 its design; why pair a
heart devoted to Buddhism with such a wicked appearance? Judging from his demeanor, he's clearly a lecherous fiend. If I don't bring him into my clutches
, he'll surely go to great lengths, causing chaos in women's homes. Countless women in the world will suffer his poison. Today I've seen
this perverse person and I cannot help but quell the chaos; that would be a grave injustice." He said to him, “Since becoming a monk, I have seen
many people. Those foolish men and women who refuse to do good are not worth mentioning. Even the scholars who come to meditate 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 keen 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 hard to obtain is one's innate nature. What is easily passed is time, what is hard to pass is calamity. You, layman
, have come with the potential to become a Buddha; you must not go down the path of demons. Why not take advantage of this still-vibrant life to sever desires and
enter the monastic gate? Although I am but a mortal, I can still serve as a model for others. If you can make this great vow and dedicate yourself to this great cause and effect,
after a hundred years, 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, “Brother…”
"I have long harbored the thought of returning
. I am still young, so I will wait until I return to settle these two matters and enjoy a few years of peace. Then I will come to you for guidance and refuge; it will not be
too late then."

The monk asked, "May I ask what your two wishes are? Is it to achieve fame in the imperial court and repay your learning? Or to perform meritorious service in foreign lands and report to
the imperial court?" Wei Yangsheng shook his head and said, "These are not my wishes." The monk said, "If they are not
your wishes, then what are they?" Wei Yangsheng said, "What I wish for is something I can accomplish through my own efforts, not
something I merely dream about. To be honest, Master, my memory for reading, my understanding of the Dharma, and my writing skills are all of the highest caliber."
" The famous scholars of today merely memorize what they've learned, dabble in various things, write a few drafts, and publish a collection of poems and essays, then they claim
to be renowned in the literary world and dominate the world. In my opinion, that's a facade. To be a true scholar, one must read all the rare books in the world, befriend all
the extraordinary people, travel to all the famous mountains, and then retire to a secluded room to write books and leave a lasting legacy. Even if one's name is listed on the imperial examinations, one
has done something for the court. Even if one's literary talent doesn't match one's fortune and one dies in obscurity, one will still be a figure of lasting fame. Therefore, I have
two lines in my heart: 'To be the first talented scholar in the world…'" The monk said, "That's the first line. What's the second line?
" 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 line, 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 evade the question?" The monk calmly said, "It's 'to marry the most beautiful woman in the world .'" 　　Wei Yangsheng was stunned. After a long pause, he finally replied, "Master is truly an extraordinary person! These two lines are private...
"

"These words
are what I've been reciting in my heart all day, yet Master seems to have heard them and immediately understood." The monk said, "Haven't
you heard that whispers among men are heard by Heaven like thunder?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Logically speaking, I shouldn't speak of such things to Master. Now
that Master has guessed, I dare not lie and say that my Daoist heart is still shallow, but my desires are deep. Since ancient times,
the four words 'beautiful woman and talented man' have been inseparable. Where there is a talented man, there must be a beautiful woman to accompany him; where there is a beautiful woman, there must be a talented man to be his partner. Now , my
talent goes without saying, and my appearance is not bad either. I often look in the mirror, and even if Pan An and Wei Jie were born today,
I would not be inferior. Since Heaven has given me the title of talented man, how could I not..." "To give birth to a woman to match? If there are no beautiful women in the world today, so
be it. But if there are, who else but me would seek a suitable partner? Therefore, I am over twenty and still unmarried, not wanting to waste my talent and beauty
. When I return and find a beautiful woman to marry, and have a son to continue the family line, then my good wish will be fulfilled and I will have no other thoughts.
Not only will I turn back, but I will also persuade my wife to cross to the other shore together. What do you think, Master?" The monk listened and coldly laughed: "
It seems that the layman's thoughts are not wrong at all, but the creator of things is somewhat unreasonable. If you were
given an ugly body, you might be able to attain enlightenment if you have a little bit of clear-headedness. That's why people in ancient times often had scabies and epilepsy, and their hands..."
He who bent
simply spoiled by Heaven at the time of your birth, like parents who, fearing to harm your flesh and temper your temperament in your youth, could not bear to hit or scold you
. When the son grew up, he said that his flesh and temperament were given by Heaven and Earth and nurtured by his parents, so he acted arbitrarily and did evil
. He committed crimes and was whipped by the government and executed by the court, only then regretting his parents' excessive spoiling, leading to his current state. This unusual
appearance and spoiled temperament are not auspicious omens. You, sir, because of your appearance, are the first talented man, you should seek the first good man.
"Regardless of whether a beautiful woman is attainable or not, even if one were to be found, there's a fear that this woman might not have
the words 'first' written on her forehead. If she were to meet someone even more beautiful, she would want to change her mind again. If this beautiful woman is like you
, and doesn't want to marry easily, waiting for the first talented man, you could take her as a concubine. But what if she finds a good man
? How would you handle that? If you insist on getting what you want, then all sorts of things that lead to hell will follow. Do you want to go to hell or
heaven? If you're willing to go to hell, then go find the first beautiful woman. If you want to go to heaven, then abandon your delusions
and become a monk with me."

Wei Yangsheng said, "Master, your words 'heaven and hell' seem a bit clichéd, not like the words of a high monk.
The principle of Zen is simply self-realization. To stand in the state of non-birth and non-death is to become a Buddha. Is there really a heaven to go to
?" Even if one commits some transgressions of philandering, it is merely a stain on Confucian ethics; how could there truly be a hell to fall into? The monk said, “‘
Those who do good go to heaven, those who do evil 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 inseparable. Even if there is no heaven, one must take
heaven as a stepping stone to goodness. Even if there is no hell, one must take hell as a warning against evil. Since you clearly understand the cliché, I
will not speak of future retribution, but only of present retribution, which will inevitably be another cliché. There is an ancient saying, ‘I do not commit adultery with other men’s wives, and others
do not commit adultery with my wife.’ These two sentences are extremely common clichés, but no one in the world who is lustful has ever escaped this cliché; they commit adultery with other
men’s wives and daughters, and their wives and daughters are also committed adultery with others. To escape the cliché, one must refrain from adultery. If one commits adultery, one will inevitably be subject to
this cliché. Layman, do you want to escape the cliché, or do you want to fall into it?” "If you want to fall into the trap, just go find the first beauty; if you want to escape
, please abandon your delusions and become a monk with this humble monk."

Wei Yangsheng said, "Master's words are all very clear. It's just that I have to explain things thoroughly to the ignorant,
so that they will be terrified and know to be wary. If I were to reason with people like us, it wouldn't necessarily be like this. Although the laws of Heaven are strict, they
are not without leniency. Although many adulterers are punished, there are also many who are not. If we went door to door to arrest adulterers,
and made those who committed adultery pay for the debts of others, then Heaven would be desecrated! In short, the cycle of retribution and the principle of Heaven's justice are generally infallible.
Those who are not virtuous should know this, which is a major topic for persuasion. Why make such a big deal out of it?" The monk said,
"According to what you say, are there any adulterers in the world who go unpunished? I'm afraid that the laws of Heaven do not allow anyone to escape." Perhaps
the layman is honest and kind, allowing some to slip through the net. In my humble opinion, there has never been a case, ancient or modern, of someone who commits adultery without retribution.
Historical records and oral traditions abound with such tales. Layman, please consider this: Adultery is an advantageous act, so people are willing
to tell others, hence many know. The defilement of one's wife and daughter is an unfavorable act, so people are unwilling to tell others, hence few know. Some wives even
conceal it from their husbands, and daughters from their fathers, not even knowing themselves, yet still claiming that the retribution for adultery is impossible. Only after death do they
believe the ancient saying is true, and at that point, they can no longer express this understanding. It is not the wife and daughters of the adulterer who repay
the debt of adultery. The moment the thought of adultery arises, the wife and daughters are unconsciously forgotten. For example, if one's own wife
and daughter are ugly, and one is not very aroused during intercourse, one might think of the beautiful women seen during the day, mistaking one's wife for
them, and finding pleasure in that. Who knows if the wife, at this moment, doesn't find her husband ugly, thinking of the handsome men she saw during the day,
mistaking her husband for them, and taking pleasure in it? Such things are common, though they don't damage one's integrity, they certainly harm one's
heart. It is also retribution for a man's lustful nature. If even the thought is like this, how much more so when one enters the room, physically overpowering the other, unseen by gods or spirits
, and the Creator doesn't punish the wife, allowing her to remain chaste? This humble monk's words are not mere platitudes. Do you agree, layman?" Wei
Yangsheng said, "This is extremely reasonable, but I must ask you, Master, if someone who has a wife and daughter commits adultery with another's wife and daughter, will there be retribution
? But if someone without a wife and daughter commits adultery with another's wife and daughter, how will they repay the debt? This principle of impartiality would not apply. There is also a
saying: one person's wife and daughter are finite, but the world's female beauty is infinite." For example, if one has only one or two wives and concubines, one or two children,
yet indulges in the affairs of countless women in the world, even if one's wives and daughters commit adultery, the cost is small and the profit is great. How will Heaven deal with this?"

The monk, knowing he was an unyielding man, said to him, "Layman, your words are very sharp, but I
dare not accept such praise. However, such principles are not enough to be understood; only through practice can one truly grasp their meaning. Layman, please wait until you have married a beautiful woman and then
contemplate the truth through the flesh-restoring mat, only then will you gain real insight. I see that you possess the qualities to transcend the ordinary and attain sainthood, the potential
to reach the pinnacle of enlightenment. I truly cannot bear to abandon you. Perhaps after your sudden enlightenment, you will come to see me again to discuss your path home. From tomorrow onwards, I will eagerly
await your return." Having said this, he took out a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and wrote a verse of four lines in five characters each: "

Please cast aside your leather bag,
and sit on your flesh-covered cushion.
Repent while you are alive, do not lament
after the coffin is closed."

The monk finished writing and handed it to Wei Yangsheng, saying, "You clumsy, ignorant monk, though your verse is too extreme, it truly comes from a compassionate
heart. Please keep it, for future reference." He then stood up, as if to see him off. Wei Yangsheng knew
he was being rejected, but remembering 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, unrepentant and
unlearned. I hope Master will forgive me. I hope you will accept me again when I return." "Having said this, he bowed four times again, and the monk returned
the bow, seeing him off at the door. The monk's origins were thus explained; the rest only mentions Wei Yangsheng's infatuation with women,
omitting any further mention of Gu Feng. Gu Feng's fate is only revealed in the final chapter.

Commentary:

Wei Yangsheng is the main character in this play, while Gu Feng is merely a minor character. Other writers would have
introduced Wei Yangsheng, making Gu Feng a mere passerby. This work, however, focuses solely on Gu Feng, in great detail, leading the reader to suspect that Gu Feng might later engage
in lewd behavior, only to discover otherwise. His true intentions are revealed only during meditation, leaving the reader
uncertain. This is a variation on traditional novels, a testament to the author's mastery of conventions. Even if others used this method..."
The themes are confused and the flow is disjointed, making it difficult for the reader to discern the main points. This piece, however, is clear and distinct, allowing
the reader to understand the theme immediately. The final few words clarify the main points, leaving the reader unsatisfied. Truly
a master.
Chapter Three:

The Moral Scholar Mistakenly Marries a Romantic Son-in-Law; The Dignified Woman's Heart Turns

to a Heartless Lover. Meanwhile, Wei Yangsheng, having parted from the lonely peak, grumbled all the way, "What a terrible background! I'm over twenty years old..."
A flower has just bloomed, and yet he demands one shave one's head and seek asceticism, to go and suffer. What heartless person is there in the world? I met
him today only because he is a renowned scholar who has become a monk; surely he possesses unique insights, and I wanted to grasp his Zen wisdom to aid my writing.
Who would have thought I would suffer such neglect from him, and even receive a tortoise-themed 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 and oversee all people. Can't I even manage my own wife? Now that I have met such a fine woman, I refuse to
let her slip away. I would commit a few acts of promiscuity, keeping my household strictly guarded, so that no man might come to collect
his debt. Besides, with a woman married to such a handsome husband as me, even if another man tries to seduce her, she would likely not even look at him. Such a breach of chastity
is certain. That verse he just wrote, logically speaking, should have been torn to shreds and thrown back to him. However, since there was no evidence of his poisonous words when we met later
, I decided to keep the verse with me to see if he would repent later. Having made up my mind, I folded the verse and hid it in my belt
.

Returning home, I instructed several servants to go and deliver messages to matchmakers, seeking the most beautiful woman in the world. He came from a distinguished
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? Since
the message was sent, several matchmakers sought him out daily. He allowed himself to visit the homes of ordinary families, but for wealthy families who
wanted to maintain appearances, they would arrange meetings in temples or remote areas, where the two would pretend not to notice each other, making their meeting clear
. Many young women went home heartbroken, but he didn't find any of them appealing. 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-Door Taoist, named 'Yuxiang,' is worthy of you. However,
her father is eccentric and will certainly refuse to have someone assess her, and you insist on doing so, making this impossible." Wei Yangsheng asked, "
Why is he called 'Iron-Door Taoist'? Why do you think his daughter is so beautiful? If she is so beautiful, why won't he have someone assess her?
" 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 simply won't open it. A distinguished guest, admiring his
reputation, went to visit him, knocking for half a day, but not only did he not open the door, he wouldn't even answer. The distinguished guest, having no other choice, wrote a poem
on the door and left. Two lines read:

'I only know that the noble scholar's thatched door is...'" Who would have thought that the gentleman's door was made of iron?

Later, upon seeing the poem, he remarked, "The words 'iron door' are quite apt," and thus adopted "Iron Door Taoist" as his pen name. He
had no sons, only a daughter, who was exceptionally beautiful, unmatched by anyone. She was also highly educated, all
taught by her father, and could compose poems and songs. 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 dare enter the house. Yesterday, that old man stood at the door, and seeing me pass by,
he called out, "Are you perhaps a matchmaker?" I replied, "Indeed." He then invited me into his home, pointed
to my daughter, and said, "This is my daughter. She wants to find a suitable son-in-law to support her in her old age. Please keep an eye out for one for me."
'I then introduced him to the gentleman, and he said, 'I have heard of his talent, but I do not know his character.' I continued, '
The gentleman is mature beyond his years, without any flaws. However, he insists on seeing the man in person before making a betrothal.' Upon hearing this, he
frowned and said, 'Nonsense! Only the skinny horses kept by Yangzhou families are
willing to be seen by men; how can a proper daughter agree to meet a man?' Seeing that he had said this, I knew I could not say anything more and 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 will restrain my mind? Even if I were imprisoned, wouldn't I have times when I need to go out? This old man is like that; if I marry into his
family, I won't need to worry. His own daughter will naturally take care of her, and I can go out for the rest of my life without any problems. But I'm still uneasy without seeing the man in person
; how can I trust a matchmaker's words?' So he said to him, 'According to you, the marriage is excellent, after all…'
" I
impossible. If you don't believe me, you'll have to consult the oracle and ask the gods for guidance. Do what you should do, and don't do what you shouldn't." Wei Yangsheng
said, "That's true. I have a friend who consults the immortals and their 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 immortals to his home. He burned incense, bowed, and whispered a prayer: "This disciple
has no other business than the daughter of the Iron Gate Taoist, named Yuxiang. I've heard that she is exceptionally beautiful and I want to marry her, but I haven't seen her in person
. So I'm asking the Great Immortal for advice. If she is indeed exceptionally beautiful, this disciple will marry her; otherwise, I will refuse. I humbly beg the Great
Immortal to give clear instructions, not vague words that leave this disciple unable to understand." After offering his prayers, he bowed four more times, then rose and helped Xianluan up,
allowing him to write. Sure enough, he wrote a poem: "

The foremost among beauties, need not doubt ghosts or gods.
Only worry that her allure will lead to lewdness, at the crossroads of good and evil, seek guidance. "
(Right, First

Poem) Upon seeing this poem, Wei Yangsheng thought, "She certainly has good looks, but the last line clearly says her allure leads to
lewdness. Could this woman have already been defiled? Since the poem ends with 'First Poem,' there must be another one
. Let's see what the next one is like." Xianluan paused for a moment, then wrote four more lines: "

A woman's chastity cannot be reversed by lewdness, but a man must manage his household well.
Keep the door closed to prevent flies from entering, where would a flaw on jade come from? "
(Right, Second Poem,

Inscribed by Hui Daoren) Upon seeing the three characters "Hui Daoren," Wei Yangsheng knew it was Lü Chunyang's pseudonym, and was overjoyed, saying, "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 dispel my doubts and warn me to be cautious
. I thought that since the old man was keeping an eye on me, nothing would happen. The last two lines clearly state that no one could penetrate the iron gate
, so there was no need to doubt anymore. I bowed to Chunyang in gratitude and asked someone to summon the matchmaker. I instructed her, "The immortal poem's judgment is excellent
. There's no need to hide it now; go and propose 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
insistence on a physical meeting first 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, wanting to earn her commission, cleverly replied, "His insistence on a physical meeting isn't about beauty
, but rather his fear that his frivolous behavior and lack of auspicious appearance will prevent him from finding a wife. Therefore, I've found that your household is very strict in its upbringing, and your daughter
possesses excellent moral character, which is why you feel at ease and have specifically asked me to propose marriage." The Taoist priest, finding his reasoning sound, agreed to the marriage.
The auspicious day was set for the marriage.

Although Wei Yangsheng listened to the matchmaker and believed the fairy's words, he remained hesitant because they hadn't yet met. Only on their wedding
night, after the ceremony, did they enter the bridal chamber and, upon closer inspection, he was overjoyed. How could he see the beauty of the bride? A new poem
testifies:

"Her figure is graceful, her whole being is charming.
Charming, even her sorrowful expression is captivating, her furrowed brows are hard to 　　　imitate .

I still worry she's not the right bride, her waist so slender, how can I embrace her?
How can I embrace her, so soft and boneless, I'll be startled by her leaning against me. " 　　How could he see the joy of the bride and groom's marriage? Another new poem testifies: " 　　Her starry eyes meet with anticipation, on the pillow, peach blossoms sing of two petals. 　　She tries to keep her mouth shut with the scent of rouge, but her tongue has already parted her lips. 　　Her delicate cries cease, but her feelings are boundless, her soft breasts are already sweating. 　　They open their eyes to look at each other, their hearts burning like red-hot coals." 　　　The poem "Yu Lou Chun" 　　describes Miss Yu Xiang as having unparalleled beauty, but lacking in charm, and not quite meeting her husband's expectations. This is because her father's discipline is strict, and her mother's conduct is dignified; she hears no lewd sounds, sees no immoral sights, and reads only classics like "Biographies of Virtuous Women" and "Classic of Filial Piety for Women." Her words contradict Wei Yangsheng's own desires. As for her behavior, she inevitably resembles her father, earning her the nickname "Female Moralist." A single flirtatious word from her would cause her to blush and walk away. Wei Yangsheng greatly enjoys daytime sex, using the sight of genitalia to enhance his lust. Several times, when he tries to pull down her pants, she shouts as if he's being raped, so he has to give up. At night, although he is willing, it's always a helpless situation. Their sexual practices are limited to the middle ground; he refuses to be innovative. To attempt something more intimate is considered adultery. To make him "cast the candle upside down" is said to violate the husband's authority. It takes a lot of effort to lift his legs onto her shoulders. As for pleasure, he refuses to cry out, to enhance the man's masculinity; even when called upon, he is like a mute woman, refusing to respond. 　　Wei Yangsheng finds him utterly devoid of any liveliness and is greatly distressed. I must now use some skillful manipulation to transform him . Tomorrow I will buy a wonderfully crafted erotic album from the calligraphy and painting shop, the work of the 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, Zhao Wenmin's ink scroll is here; let's take it to verify. At first, Yuxiang didn't know what kind of album it was. Upon opening it, she saw the four large characters "Han Palace Relics" written on the first two pages. Yu Xiang thought to herself, "There are many virtuous concubines and ladies-in-waiting in the Han Palace. These must be portraits of deceased concubines. 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. He blushed and exclaimed, "Where did you get such an ominous object? It defiles a woman's home! Quickly, have the maid take it and burn it!" Wei Yangsheng grabbed him, saying, "This is an antique, worth a hundred taels of gold. I borrowed it from a friend. If you can afford a hundred taels, take it and burn it. If not, leave it here and I'll play with it for a day or two before returning it ." Yu Xiang said, "What's the use of looking at such a worthless thing?" Wei Yangsheng replied, "If it were worthless, painters wouldn't paint it, and collectors wouldn't pay a high price for it. It's only because it's the first truly significant event since the beginning of time that scholars and artists have painted it, mounted it on silk, sold it in art shops, and collected it in literary circles, so that future generations..." Those who come the way of life will be completely cut off, until there are no more people left. I borrowed this today not only to read it myself, but also to let my wife know this principle, which is excellent for conception and pregnancy, for bearing sons and daughters, so that she will not be misled by your father's Taoist teachings, which would lead to a dead end for the couple . Why is my wife so angry?" Yu Xiang said, "I don't believe this is a proper matter. If it were a proper matter, it would be..." Why didn't the ancients, when first , like thieves? From this, it's clear it's not a proper affair.” 　　Wei Yangsheng laughed, “That's no wonder, my wife. It's all your father's fault. Keeping you locked up at home, without any experienced female companions to discuss matters of the heart, you've become ignorant and naive. Think about it, which couple in the world doesn't do things during the day? And isn't it all open and aboveboard for others to know? If couples didn't consummate their marriages during the day, how would the painters know these routines? How could they depict them so vividly, arousing the reader at first glance?” Yu Xiang said, “ Then why don't my parents do things during the day?” Wei Yangsheng said, “May I ask, my wife, how do you know your parents don't do things during the day?” Yu Xiang said, “If they did, I would at least catch them. Why, at sixteen years old, do I not know?” Bumped into it once? Not to mention that the eyes have not seen, and the ears have not heard? Wei Yangsheng laughed and said, "I'm so confused." Woman! This matter cannot be seen or heard by the children. Except for the children, none of the other maids or maids did not look at them See you ? Who doesn't hear it? If they want to do something, they must know that you are not in front of them, close the door, and then go on stage. If When you see it, you are afraid that it will arouse your love, think about men, and give birth to depression. Therefore I do it without telling you. Yuxiang thought for a while and said , "They often sleep with the door closed during the day, or it's unknown whether they do this." Just shy, look at me and look at me How do you do it? " 　　Wei Yangsheng said: "Having sex during the day is ten times more pleasurable than at night. The wonderful thing is that I feel excited when I look at you and you look at me. There are only two kinds of couples in the world who cannot do anything during the day. Yuxiang said: "What two kinds of couples?" Wei Yangsheng said: "An ugly husband beauties his wife, this is the way." An ugly wife has a beautiful husband, another way "Yu Xiang asked, "Why can't these two types of people do things during the day?" Wei Yangsheng replied, "Doing this requires mutual love and spiritual connection; only then will there be pleasure. If the wife has snow-white, delicate skin, 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. His penis will unconsciously become hard, thick, and large. However, when a woman sees a man, she sees him as a monster, his skin dark and rough. She doesn't notice it when he's clothed, but now that he's naked, his ugliness is fully revealed and cannot be concealed. Moreover, compared to snow-white skin, eight parts ugliness becomes twelve. Wouldn't the wife feel disgusted? Since she feels disgusted, she will express it in words and actions, and the man, seeing this, will unconsciously become hard."

The hard has softened, the thick has thinned. No pleasure was achieved, only disappointment. It's better to make love at night,
where one can conceal their 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 it were a couple like you and me, white against white, red against red, tender against tender,
if we didn't enjoy ourselves during the day, showing off our skin, spending our days secretly groping under the covers, wouldn't we bury our lives
? What choice would we have with an ugly couple? My wife doesn't believe me? Let's try it and see how it compares to the nighttime pleasure. "

Yu Xiang, lying there, seemed to have a sudden realization. Though she refused verbally, she was inclined to comply in her heart, and her cheeks flushed slightly,
revealing her alluring nature. Wei Yangsheng thought to himself, 'He's getting a little interested.' He was about to make his move, but this woman's desire was only just beginning to stir, her thirst not yet deep enough
. If he were to do it with her now, it would be like a glutton seeing food and swallowing it whole without chewing, ultimately without any enjoyment. I'll wait and see
before going with her.' He pulled up a grand chair, sat down himself, pulled her into his lap, and opened the erotic book
, pointing out each page to her. This book was different from other erotic books; each page had an erotic scene on the first half and a title on the second half." Postscript
. The first few lines of the postscript explain the scene depicted in the painting, while the latter few praise the painter's skill. Wei Yangsheng instructed him
to contemplate the expressions within so that he could imitate them in the future, and then read the lines aloud to him:

The first painting depicts a butterfly seeking fragrance.
The postscript reads: A woman sits on a Taihu rock, her legs apart. A man uses a jade whisk to penetrate her vulva, groping left and right to
explore her heart. At this moment, both the man and woman are in the initial stages of their actions, not yet having reached their peak, hence their open expressions,
not far removed from their usual features

. The second painting depicts a woman teaching bees to make honey.
The inscription reads: "The woman lies supine on a brocade cushion, her hands firmly planted, her thighs dangling in the air, to receive the jade dust, so that the man may know the
location of the flower's heart and not make a rash move. At this moment, the woman's expression is almost one of hunger and thirst, while the man's face seems frantic,
making the viewer feel anxious on his behalf—this is

the subtlety of the painting." The third painting depicts a lost bird returning to its nest.
The inscription reads: "The woman leans against an embroidered bed, her feet pointing upwards, using her hands to grasp the man's thighs and thrust downwards.
It seems that the pleasure has been achieved, but fearing a return to confusion, both are currently..." When working, he was full of energy. His brushstrokes were truly fluid
and graceful .

The fourth painting depicts a hungry horse running towards its trough.
The postscript reads: The woman lies on a couch, her arms wrapped around the man, as if bound. The man uses his shoulders to lift her feet
, his penis completely inside her, leaving no room for anything else. At this moment, both man and woman are in the trance of losing each other,
their eyes half-closed yet still open, their tongues about to swallow yet still protruding—two faces with the same expression. Truly a masterpiece of nature's artistry.

The fifth painting depicts two dragons fighting in exhaustion.
The postscript reads: The woman's head rests on a pillow. The woman's head rested against her
neck, her body pressed against her skin, soft as cotton. Her body was also soft as cotton, even after she had passed away. Her soul was about to depart, a sweet dream was about to unfold, a
state of extreme stillness. However, the woman's feet had not yet left her body, still resting between the man's shoulders and arms, leaving a sliver of life.
Otherwise, they would have resembled a pair of dead people, making the viewer think of their shared coffin and grave.

Yu Xiang, upon seeing this, felt a surge of lust. Wei Yangsheng turned another page, about to point it out to him, but Yu Xiang pushed the book
away, stood up, and said, "What a good book! It makes me uncomfortable. Get up and read it yourself; I'm going to sleep.
" Wei Yangsheng said, "There's more to come. Finish it all and then we'll go to sleep." Yu Xiang said, "Is
there no tomorrow? Must I finish it today?" "Wei Yangsheng knew he was anxious, so he embraced and kissed him. Usually, when they kissed
, he could only offer his tongue, but Yu Xiang's teeth were tightly closed, and he couldn't even get it to come over. After a month of marriage, he still didn't know the difference in tongue length
. But this time, just as their lips met, his tongue had unknowingly slipped past both teeth. Wei Yangsheng said, 'My darling,
we don't even need to get into 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 untied his belt. Though Yu Xiang refused verbally, her hands complied, placing her arms on Wei Yangsheng's shoulders
as he pulled down her trousers. A large wet patch was visible in the crotch, the result of her vaginal fluids from viewing the painting. Wei
Yangsheng then removed his own trousers, pulled her to sit on a chair, spread her legs, inserted the jade whisk into her vagina, and then removed her upper garment...
Why didn't she take off her clothes at first
man. If you remove his top first, although he'll be anxious inside, he'll still be shy outside, and there will be some awkwardness. Therefore, by first
taking care of his vital parts, the rest will naturally be taken care of without effort. This is the principle of capturing the king and striking the weak point in warfare.

Yu Xiang indeed managed to remove all her clothes, except for her trousers. Why? Because
the trousers cover her feet. When women bind their feet, they only care about the lower part being neat, and the ten toes are inevitably uneven, not quite perfect.
Besides, three-inch golden lotuses are only interesting when covered by trousers. Otherwise, they are just a... The flowers on the leaves were no longer pleasing to the eye.
Therefore, Wei Yangsheng, having learned his lesson, only removed this one garment. After undressing him, she also removed her own clothes, then straightened
her robes, spread her small feet, and placed them on the chair. She raised her jade whisk and began to explore her genitals, like the first
scene of a woman exploring the heart of a flower in a erotic scene. After exploring for a while, Yu Xiang stretched out her arms and pressed them against the chair, bringing her vulva closer to meet the jade whisk. The jade whisk moved to
the left, and she received it with her left hand. The jade whisk moved to the right, and she received it with her right hand. Suddenly, she felt a sensation that was neither sour nor itchy
, a feeling that was both unbearable and irresistible. She said to Wei Yangsheng, "For now, this is enough. Don't
keep exploring and scratching; you'll hurt me." "Wei Yangsheng knew he had won over the flower's heart, so he complied. He focused all his strength on one spot, working from shallow to
deep, from wide to tight, lifting hundreds of times. Then he saw Yu Xiang's hands unconsciously come from behind her body, pulling her thighs upwards, directly
aligning with the second scene of the erotic scene. Wei Yangsheng then lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, holding her slender
waist with both hands, thrusting all the way in. At this moment, Yu Chen felt even thicker and larger, filling her vagina. He lifted hundreds more times, and saw that her starry eyes were about to close, her
cloud-like hair about to fall, as if she were about to fall asleep. Wei Yangsheng patted her twice and said, 'My darling, I know you're about to lose it. This chair
is too difficult, let's go to the bed and finish.'

Yu Xiang was at the height of her passion, afraid that going to the bed would inevitably require taking out the jade whisk, interrupting the 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 just closed her eyes and shook her head without responding
. Wei Yangsheng said, 'My darling, are you unable to move?'" Yu Xiang nodded. Wei Yangsheng said, "Let me hold you."
"Go ahead." He then placed her feet on his arms. Yu Xiang embraced Wei Yangsheng, her mouth filled with his crimson tongue. Wei
Yangsheng lifted her up, his jade whisk remaining inside her, thrusting in and out as he walked, making a half-hearted, half-hearted motion. He carried her
to the bed, laid her down, and began thrusting again, his legs spread wide. After hundreds of thrusts, Yu Xiang suddenly cried out, "My darling,
I'm going to die!" She clung tightly to Wei Yangsheng, moaning and groaning like a dying person.
Wei Yangsheng knew her yin essence had been generated, so he pressed his jade whisk against her clitoris and rubbed hard, also seemingly dying alongside her.

They clung to each other for a moment, then 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 it." Yu Xiang asked, "What does 'losing it' mean?" Wei Yangsheng said, "Men
have yang essence, women have yin essence; when you reach the peak of pleasure, that essence comes out." In the future, when the time comes, your whole body, flesh and bones
, will feel numb and tingly, as if you've fallen asleep, and then the semen will be released. That's what it means to lose it. The fifth picture in the erotic book is
like that. Yu Xiang said, "According to you, after losing it, you'll live again, you won't die?" Wei Yangsheng said
, "A man loses it every time he has sex with a woman, and there are women who are quick to act, so a man loses it dozens of times after losing it once
. That's called pleasure, how could you die!" Yu Xiang said, "If that's the case, from now on I'll lose it every day and every night
."

Wei Yangsheng laughed loudly, "Isn't my advice to you good? Isn't this erotic book a treasure?" Yu Xiang said
, "It really is a treasure. It would be good to buy it and keep it at home to look at it often, but I'm afraid my friend will want to take it." Wei Yangsheng
said, "That's 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 reached a particularly arousing point, they did it again. From that day on, the couple became exceptionally compatible and their love grew even stronger
.

After watching the erotic films, Yu Xiang's moral character changed from Confucianism to lust. At night, she no longer followed the middle way in their lovemaking and loved to be unconventional.
She would pour water on candles and try to make fire from a distance. Her wild behavior of making lewd noises to enhance the pleasure during their lovemaking 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 the Embroidered Bed,' 'The Story of Ruyi Jun,' and '
The Story of the Foolish Old Woman,' totaling a dozen or so kinds. He placed them on the table for her to read, putting away all the books she had read before. The
couple's lovemaking could not be fully described even if they drew 360 erotic paintings. It was truly a harmony that could not be described by zithers and lutes,
nor could the sounds of bells and drums express its joy.

Wei Yangsheng was extremely happy at this point, but there was one thing: although the couple was harmonious, the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law was quite strained."
"Yes . Why? Because the Iron Gate Taoist was a man of principle, fond of simplicity and averse to extravagance, averse to talk of romance and fond of discussing Taoist philosophy
. Ever since the night Wei Yangsheng married into the family, seeing his splendid clothes and frivolous behavior, he felt annoyed. He sighed and said,
'This boy is all show and no substance, surely not a person of great ability. My daughter has misjudged him.'" "But the betrothal gifts have already been received, and the marriage agreement has been made; it cannot
be changed. We can only accept the situation and wait until after his marriage to discipline him as a strict father, tempering him into an upright man.
Therefore, there is no room for pretense in our words and expressions. Not only will he be reprimanded and instructed for any slip of the tongue or misbehavior,
but even the slightest improper posture will be subject to nagging. Wei Yang, young and impetuous, orphaned at a young age and never disciplined, how could he
endure such hardship? Several times he wanted to defy him, but fearing it would disturb his wife and disrupt 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, and because he refused to let her marry and insisted on finding
someone else, I came to him. How dare he use such power to oppress me? If I don't try to change such a corrupt scholar...'"
Enough ! He's trying to change me. Besides, I, a talented and romantic man, am destined for a life of illicit
affairs, not for his daughter alone to seduce me into marriage. If I'm kept under such strict control, not allowed to wander a step or
utter a word, what if I do something out of line? I'll be sentenced to death! I'm torn between his insistence and my desire to
please him. There's only one option: entrust my daughter to him, saying I'm going away to study, and then...
" I'll
be lovers for a few nights, fulfilling our predestined fate.

Having made up my mind, I should first tell Yuxiang and then ask my father-in-law. But I fear Yuxiang, greedy for the pleasures of our marriage, won't let me go.
If I'm hindered by her first, it won't be good to tell my father-in-law. So I'll keep it from Yuxiang and tell my father-in-law behind his back: 'I live in a remote
mountain village, ignorant and ill-informed, lacking wise teachers and helpful friends, so my studies have made no progress. 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 set up a bed there. When the examinations come around, I will go
to the provincial capital to take the exams, perhaps even achieving success in both the imperial examinations and the provincial examinations, so that my father-in-law's decision to take me in as a son-in-law will not have been in vain. I wonder if you will allow me to go?' The Iron
Door Taoist said, 'You've been my son-in-law for half a year, and only this one sentence is worthy of my attention.'" " 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
travel so far away so soon after our marriage. Now, according to my wishes, I should only say that it's my father-in-law's idea and not my business, so that there will be no entanglement
and I can go as I please." The Taoist said, "That's very true."

After discussing it, the Taoist persuaded Wei Yangsheng to go on his studies in front of his daughter. Wei Yangsheng pretended to refuse, but the Taoist
spoke earnestly and sternly, and Wei Yangsheng finally agreed. Yu Xiang was just enjoying herself when she suddenly heard that her husband was leaving. It was like a child
being weaned; how could she bear it? She even had to pay off her debts after leaving. Wei Yangsheng also knew that the long journey would be lonely
, and he might not have a wife for a while, so he tried his best to serve her. It was like hosting a banquet; although it was for guests, it also made him feel...
He had to accompany them himself. Several nights of their intimate planning were something no one else could tell; only the husband and wife knew. When it
was time to leave, Wei Yangsheng bid farewell to his father-in-law and wife, taking his servant with him. Afterwards, Wei Yangsheng had many more adventures; stay tuned
for the next chapter.

Commentary:

His reasoning and persuasion make the listener's hair stand on end; his passionate descriptions stir the reader's soul.
Those who don't understand consider the author's indecisiveness a flaw, but they fail to realize that the most moving and subtle parts
are precisely where he deliberately tries to persuade. Just think, before Yu Xiang saw the erotic scenes, how righteous she was! After seeing the inscriptions, how lewd she became! The
difference between chastity and lust, nobility and baseness, is decided in an instant; all this is the fault of men who lead people astray. Shouldn't men be more careful?

Chapter Four:

A traveler's heart is saddened by loneliness in the desolate countryside; the night grows long and arduous; a thief speaks of passion.

Wei Yangsheng bid farewell to his husband and wife and set out to study. He followed his own path, without a fixed direction; wherever there were beautiful women,
that was his place to settle down. He would stay for several days in every prefecture and county he passed through. He was a young scholar,
exceptionally good at examinations, and fond of forming literary societies, producing numerous works. Within a thousand miles, every scholar knew him
, so wherever he went, friends would invite him to join their societies. He considered writing and making friends as secondary; seeking beautiful women was his
top priority. Every morning, he would rise and search the streets and alleys. He saw only ordinary women,
none of whom possessed extraordinary beauty.

One day, in a desolate inn, his two companions fell ill and could not move. He wanted to go out for a walk, but without anyone to accompany
him, he feared it would be unseemly for women to see him, so he sat alone in the lower part of the room, feeling quite bored. Suddenly, a fellow
guest from the next room approached and said, "Sir, you seem rather lonely sitting alone. I have a pot of wine over there; if you don't mind, would you please come 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
greatly enjoy a carefree life. Why are you so formal, 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. Since we're both in an inn, it's a rare opportunity to meet; why not sit down for a while?"

Wei Yangsheng, feeling extremely bored and eager to talk to someone, agreed. He went over, and the man led Wei Yangsheng
to the upper seat, sitting beside him. Wei Yangsheng repeatedly refused, but the man insisted on sitting opposite him. Then the man 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 any other name. I only have a nickname
, '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 status, wealth, virtue, or folly, I disregard 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 thief by day, capable of scaling walls and leaping across ramparts .
No matter how high a building is, or how thick a wall is, I can easily enter its bedchamber and steal everything without it
. I won't let them know until the next day. People say there was once a Kunlun who could fly into Lord Guo's mansion and steal the red silk
. He only did it once in his life, while I have done it hundreds of times. That is why I am called 'Sai Kunlun'." 　　Wei Yangsheng was greatly surprised and said, "Since you have been doing this for so long and have become famous, known to everyone, won't you get into trouble?
" Sai Kunlun said, "If I get into trouble, I won't be a hero. There's an old saying, 'Catch the thief with the stolen goods.' If I can't catch the thief red-handed, I'll just tell him, and he won't dare to do anything to me. Everyone near and far flatters me, fearing that offending me will lead to my scheming. I have some principles of loyalty, and I have 'five things I won't steal from:' I won't steal from those in danger, I won't steal from those in good fortune, I won't steal from acquaintances, I won't steal from those I've already stolen from, and I wo n't steal from those who aren'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 unexpected disaster, they are in dire straits. If I steal from them, it's like adding fuel to the fire; they won't be able to handle it. That's why I don't steal from them. When someone has a happy occasion, whether it's a wedding, a housewarming party, or a birthday celebration..." It's his birthday, a time of great joy for him. If I were to steal from him, it would bring him bad luck and hinder his future endeavors. Therefore, I won't go. Stealing from a complete stranger wouldn't be wrong. But if it were someone I see every day, someone I greet with respect , he wouldn't suspect me, and I would feel ashamed. That's why I won't go. That wealthy man has so much gold and silver ; if I were to steal from him once, it would only be considered taking a cut. What's wrong with that? If I were to steal once and get a taste of success, I could just keep bothering him. He 's a greedy and insatiable person; I wouldn't do such a thing. Those people who live in constant fear, guarding against thieves every night, constantly talking about thieves. He treats me with a disgraceful heart, so I'll treat him with a disgraceful heart in return. Stealing from him once will let him know my limitations; he 's not easy to guard against. If it's a generous and magnanimous family, knowing that money is just an external thing and not caring about it, or perhaps they forget to lock their doors or leave their room doors unlocked, then if I were to steal from them, I'd be a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Why would I be like that? This is called... "I will uphold the 'Five No-Steals' principle associate with me without feeling ashamed. Now, if you still do not despise me, let us become sworn brothers here. If you ever need my help in the future, I will serve you without hesitation, even unto death ." 　　Hearing this, Wei Yangsheng sighed inwardly. He hadn't expected such a hero among thieves. If he were to associate with him elsewhere, he wouldn't need him, but if he encountered a beautiful woman like Hongxiao or Hongfu, living in a grand mansion, unable to communicate or move freely, wouldn't it be wonderful to entrust him with being a sworn brother? Thinking this, he unconsciously began to dance with joy. Later, upon hearing that he was to become sworn brothers with him, he hesitated, though he verbally agreed, "Excellent," his heart not entirely eager. Sai Kunlun, knowing his thoughts, spoke up, "Sir, you've made up your mind, but your heart isn't. Are you afraid of being implicated ? No matter how powerful a villain is, I would never commit a thief. Even if I did, I would die alone, never implicating innocent people. Sir, you needn't worry." 　　Seeing that he had seen through the scheme and dispelled his doubts, Wei Yangsheng readily agreed. The two each contributed money to prepare a sacrificial offering of three animals, wrote down the date, and swore an oath of brotherhood in the shop, vowing to live and die together. Sai Kunlun, being older, and Wei Yangsheng, younger, addressed each other as brothers . They shared the sacrificial offerings until midnight. When they were about to go to sleep separately, Wei Yangsheng said, "Sleeping separately will leave us both lonely. Why not stay in my bed, whisper sweet nothings, and pass the long night?" Sai Kunlun said, "That makes sense." The two then 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 exclaimed, "How can such a fine place have no women to my liking!" Sai Kunlun, hearing this, asked, "Brother, why do you say these words? Have you not yet married? Are you going to seek a wife everywhere?" Wei Yangsheng replied, "I have married. But how can a man rely on just one woman to grow old with? After all, besides my wife, I need to find a few other companions. To be honest, elder brother, I am extremely fond of romance . This trip, ostensibly for study, is actually to seek out women. Having traveled through many prefectures and counties, the women I see are either covered in makeup to conceal their dark skin, or adorned with jade necklaces to cover their sallow hair. Where is there a woman who is naturally beautiful without needing to dress up? Therefore, I am tired of seeing so many, and that's why I said these words." Sai Kunlun said, "Brother, you are mistaken. The world is good..."

A woman will never let anyone see her; if she does, she is certainly not a good woman. Let alone daughters of respectable families, even among prostitutes, only the
extremely ugly and unlovable ones would dare to come out and sell their smiles at the door. 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 more so would daughters of respectable families stand at the door for others to see? If you want to know what a good woman is, you'll have to ask me
.”

Wei Yangsheng raised his head and said, “That's strange. Elder brother, you don't frequent the brothels, how do you know about
my affairs?” Sai Kunlun said, “Although I don't frequent the brothels, I see and hear everything about those matters
clearly. Let me ask you, are there more beautiful women in the world from wealthy families or poor families?”
Wei Yangsheng said, “Naturally, from wealthy families.” Sai Kunlun said, "
Is it easier to see the beautiful women of wealthy families when they have makeup on their faces and are dressed, or when they have washed off their makeup and taken off their clothes?" Wei Yangsheng
replied, "Naturally, you can see their true colors when they've washed them off." Sai Kunlun said, "Now you understand. We thieves
naturally don't go to poor and lowly families; we frequent places filled with people adorned with jewels and jade, so we see more of them. We go when
it's late at night and quiet; they might be sitting under the bright moon with their clothes off, or sleeping in the lamplight with their curtains open
. I'm afraid they might not be asleep and dare not pack their things, so I hide in the shadows, keeping my eyes fixed on them, not making a sound
or moving, until they fall asleep before I make my move. Therefore, I see very clearly; not only do I not hide their faces or skin at all, but
I can even clearly see the height of their vulva and the amount of pubic hair." " I know which women within hundreds of miles are beautiful
and which are not. 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 the women in your family, and even if you did, you wouldn't know clearly. Only you two can. And another thing,
what if you see a beautiful woman and then a full vulva, and you get aroused?" Sai Kunlun said, "When
I was young, I couldn't resist seeing this. I would often secretly masturbate to women, just like doing it with them.
Later, after seeing it so many times, I didn't care anymore. Looking at a vulva is like seeing an ordinary tool; it doesn't arouse me. But when I see her
doing it with her husband, moaning and groaning, and her vulva moving, I can't help but get aroused." "

When Wei Yangsheng saw that he had reached a very insightful point, he turned over and lay down to listen. Sai Kunlun said, 'If you don't mind the profanity
, let me tell you a story or two. Would you be willing to listen?' Wei Yangsheng said, 'Excellent! If it is like this, then
a single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of reading. Tell me quickly.' Sai Kunlun said, 'I have seen many things in my life, and I don't know where to
begin. Now, ask me any one question, and I will tell you one.'

Wei Yangsheng said, 'Do most women like sex or dislike sex?' Sai Kunlun said, 'Of course,
most like sex. About one or two out of a hundred women dislike sex; the rest like sex. But among those who like sex, there
are two kinds. Some women like sex in their hearts and say they want to do it. Others like sex in their hearts but pretend they don't want to, waiting for their husbands to force
them to do it, and then they reveal their true colors. The former kind of woman is 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, capable of staying up all night. But she couldn't last more than a few strokes before giving up, and
after that, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, indifferent to whether her husband did it or not. Only women who pretend not to do it but actually want to do it are 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
. The husband 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 it were another thief, he would have scared them away. I knew she wasn't shouting "thief," but trying to wake her husband so
he could get up and do it. As expected, after her husband woke up in fright, she stammered, "It was just
a cat catching a mouse, I misheard it and thought it was a thief, but it's nothing." She then tightly embraced her husband and
rubbed her vulva against his penis. Her husband, aroused, began to penetrate her. At first, she managed to hold back her moans.
After several hundred thrusts, she gradually began to moan and groan, her vaginal fluids flowing freely. Around midnight, her husband lost control,
but she was still aroused and didn't want him to continue, so she pretended to sigh and groan as if she were ill. Her husband rubbed his chest and stomach, not letting
her sleep. Unable to sleep, he climbed on top of her again and continued until dawn. I had kept watch all night, and
just as I was about to pack, it was already dawn, so I had to sneak away. That's how I learned that this kind of woman is extremely difficult to deal with.

Wei Yangsheng asked, "When women are engaged in sexual activity, are there more who are flirtatious or not?" Sai Kunlun replied, "
Naturally, there are more who are flirtatious. About one or two out of ten women are not flirtatious; the rest are. However, women
use three different methods of flirting, which only we can clearly understand; the men engaged in the activity don't know them." Wei Yangsheng asked:

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