#Chinese Mythology Stories

[the-monkey-ruler]

Chinese Mythology Stories (1983) 中國神話故事－西遊記

Director: Chen Lie Screenwriter: Yeung Wai-Man Starrring: Jin Chao-Chun / Chang Fu-Chien / Sun Jia-Lin / Yang Hsiung / Barry Chan / Wu Xue-Fen / Zeng Ya-Jun / Yeung Wai-Man / Wang De-Zhi / Chiang Kuang-Chao / Ko Hsiao-Pao Genre: Fantasy Country: Taiwan Language: Mandarin Date: 1983-05-31 Number of episodes: N/A Also known as: 中国神话故事 Type: Retelling

Summary:

Several folk legends from different dynasties are actually gathered together. Nezha, Jigong, Door God, Xu Xian, Bai Suzhen... Could it be that these characters are going to gather together to perform some kind of comedy?! Don't make blind guesses! They came together just to show some kind of "propaganda effect"; to promote the upcoming "Chinese Mythology Story"; these legendary characters will all bring out a touching Chinese mythology story. "Chinese Mythical Stories" is a unit theater that CTV will open at 1:00 pm on weekends. Currently, the recording of three unit stories of "Nezha", "Ji Gong" and "The Legend of White Snake" has been completed. It is scheduled to start on May 28 or Saturday. Launched on the 4th. Wang Weijiang went from the front to the back, and co-produced the "Chinese Mythology" unit theater with Wei Xin to realize an ideal, that is, to introduce various folk beliefs through the moving myths and stories circulated in our country's long history of thousands of years. In the creation of the protagonist's character, special emphasis is placed on his method of becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment - inner cultivation and saving people and saving the world, in order to remind the audience that faith should not be turned into superstition. Such a theme has considerable social and educational significance. Wang Weijiang said that "Chinese Mythical Stories" is a social and educational program produced in the form of drama. It is quite difficult for the social education style and drama type to deeply move people's hearts; because this is equivalent to using the strengths of drama - the drama of twists and turns to make up for the shortcomings of social education - the rigid boring feeling; the "Chinese mythology story" The production is exploring such a new route. If successful, it will be a major breakthrough for TV programs. Judging from the production method of "Chinese Myth Stories", this "new line" that breaks the boundaries between drama and social education has great potential and great potential. The legendary mythical story, through DPE's latest TV effects machine, makes the picture show magical special effects, how fascinating it will be! Since it is a myth, it can perform special effects, and the scenes can be as magical and varied as possible.

Source: https://en.hkcinema.ru/film/20385

Link: N/A

#Chinese Mythology Stories #中國神話故事－西遊記 #中国神话故事 #jttw media #jttw television #television #lost media #live action #retelling #sun wukong #zhu bajie #sha wujing #tang sazang #monk tripitaka #monkey king #li nezha #white snake demon #king li #weaver girl #cow header #Jigong #rewrite

[ap-kinda-lit]

Been thinking of Sesshomaru & Rin as the legend of Lady White Snake & Xu Xian

#they’re very similar #and I love both stories #lady white snake #bai suzhen #lady bai #legend of the white snake #sessrin #sesshomaru #sesshoumaru x rin #rin #sesshoumaru #chinese mythology #chinese folklore #inuyasha

[fanning-the-flames]

Moonshot: A Cheng'e Story

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Astronaut Wei Wuxian is about to make history as part of China's first human moon landing on September 12, 2030. He is woken up from a recurring dream (nightmare) where he grasps at a stream of light by the call to report for the landing. The team is made up of the commander, Lan Wangji, the pilot, Wei Wuxian, and the communications officer, Wen Qionglin. Wen Qionglin passes along well wishes from Director Jin, which Wei Wuxian is suspicious of, though the Director does want the mission to go well for his son to lead the Mars mission.

After a successful moon landing, Wei Wuxian drives him and Lan Wangji on the moon rover, where Lan Wangji is even more reticent than usual. Suddenly a white hare jumps in front of the rover, causing a crash. It hops away into the arms of a human figure in purple robes.

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2021 Cheng'e: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [x]

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Don't worry, the Jade Hares in this comic are as tough as jade and near indestructible. He didn't even get hit, but would've been fine regardless.

Er...spoilers below? You probably know who the Hare is...

#wei wuxian #lan wangji #cql #mdzs #the untamed #chang e au #chengxian #don't read this if you are looking for wangxian #for those who saw that early post of this #apologies #comic #chinese mythology #challenge: draw a story in space with as little space as possible #definitely if this was fully fleshed out there would be the near disaster landing #saved by wwx quick reflexes and ingenuity #so imagine all that happened as well

[niteshade925]

A long time ago, I also used to believe the lie that "Chinese culture is gone", but that simply isn't true. The thing is, a lot of older Chinese people still practice it, and it's definitely not for show. People still believe in certain things. For example when my paternal grandfather passed away, he wasn't rushed home from the hospital in time, so he died at the hospital. Seems normal for modern circumstances, right? But ever since then there's been worried talks among other family members, they said he's cursed to become a wandering lost ghost, and this is all because he died away from home. I was a little surprised to hear this, because the "general consensus", even among Chinese people in China, is that "traditional culture is gone in cities, only remnants remain in rural areas", but my entire family is made up of city-folk, and we've been city-folk for as long as the city existed (we are natives). When they told me my grandfather would become a wandering ghost, it's not a metaphor, nor is it simply a nod to the culture. They meant what they said, and they believed in what they said. The culture is alive.

Also just in this case alone, I suppose this is part of the meaning of "fallen leaves should return to the root" (落叶归根). Most (younger) people nowadays understand it by its "metaphorical" meaning, that it means we are deeply connected to where we come from, but there is so much more to this. This is a belief that concerns life after death, people believe in it because they are concerned about what their existence after death will be like, almost like how Christians are concerned about whether they will go to heaven or hell. Of course that doesn't mean the "metaphorical" meaning is a modern invention; it's only the result of a "meta" analysis of the "why" and is still rooted in traditions.

#late night musings #there's also the story of how my youngest aunt who died from an accident keeps appearing in her mom's dreams #nowadays most people would say it's grief #but for her mother it was her daughter's spirit reaching out from the beyond #she's not crazy in any way that's just what tradition says it is #bc there is the concept of tuomeng/托梦 in Chinese mythology where ghost spirits gods demons can visit people in dreams

[antidotefortheawkward-art]

沉香 chénxiāng, agarwood A type of wood commonly used for incense. Trees afflicted with heavy stress are highly preferred over their healthy counterparts, as it is their infected heartwood that provides agarwood's valued fragrance.

[ID: A portrait of Liu Chenxiang from the waist up, looking forward solemnly. He is holding a mountain-shaped incense burner which is emitting incense smoke. Where the smoke crosses his face, features of a young Erlang Shen are visible instead, including his Heavenly Eye. Behind Chenxiang is a split log of agarwood, the inside of which is infected and blackened. Where the incense smoke crosses the log is desaturated, making the log appear more like a mountain. The shadow of the log extends upwards and where it intersects with the smoke is colored like a 青绿山水 painting. Over the shadow is written “香炉墩 (Lit. Incense burner, Fig. Only son in the family)” from right-to-left in golden seal-script. A red stamp to the right of the text reads "宝莲灯 (Lotus Lantern)." End ID]

#my art #lotus lantern #chinese mythology #liu chenxiang #chen xiang #illustration #translations in image description #沉香你长的越来越像你舅舅。。。 #chenxiang looking like the spitting image of erlang shen at his age is so.......... like erlang and sansheng are identical twins but. yknow #the whole thing of chenxiang very literally repeating erlang's story near beat for beat #also the dynamics of lighting incense specifically as a demigod. #because you usually light incense to pray to a god. OR to pay respects to your ancestors. #tfw your ancestors are gods. tfw your other ancestors are humans and youre not supposed to pay respects to them #also not entirely relevant or that deep but. i like the symmetry of patriarch puti being sun wukong's sifu and chenxiang being swk's tudi #human with tree imagery (bodhi tree) and again human with tree imagery (agarwood)........ #also no i am not going too heavy on the mountain symbolism with the incense burner bc thats based on a historical artifact <3

[earl-of-221b]

New Gods: Nezha Reborn’s cyberpunk aesthetic was great because the creators really understood that historical and mythological Nezha was, at his core, punk. So when they translated that to a futuristic context they immediately gave him a motorbike and boy racing and leather jackets and water smuggling and saying no to hush money, because even if the original stories decry it, punish Nezha for acting out and fighting, that’s still what Nezha is remembered for -- Nezha was counter-culture, Nezha was anti-authority, Nezha was do-it-yourself, Nezha was the definition of Direct Action.

Nezha was and is, eternally young.

#New gods: Nezha Reborn #Nezha Reborn #Journey to the west #fengshen #And yes his story was about filial piety - but if it was only about that no one would remember Nezha Conquers the Dragon King. #Literally what is says on the tin there. #He's punk and he loves his parents. #Nezha #chinese mythology

[story-weavr]

Deity Persona

Have you ever wondered which mythological god or goddess you or your loved ones would be?

What concept personified that truly embodies or resonates with you?

Ask these open-ended questions to find out what qualities you have!

Then look through different pantheons (even those outside of your own culture) to find the best match!

I recommend though that you:

A) really dig into the history of each deity ie Bast v Bastet

B) avoid those mortals who were elevated to godhood by their respective culture. Remember: Deities are born from concepts

Deity Questionaire

1) What is the most fundamental thing you want in life?

2) How would you describe your fundamental personality?

3) What are your natural talents?

4) What do you resonate with?

5) Which animal best represents you, literally or figuratively?

If you’d like, comment down below who your Deity Persona is!

#personality quiz #quiz #quizzes #mythology and folklore #pantheon #introspective #introspection #story ideas #story prompt #my work #greek mythology #norse mythology #hindu mythology #egyptian mythology #roman mythology #chinese mythology #irish mythology #celtic mythology #classical mythology #deity #deities

[starboy-squeakers]

Again not a dungeon meshi reader/watcher but every time I hear about that laois guy I get reminded of how my system had/has a hyperfixation on dragons so intense that we got that big fancy dragonology book and we treated it like the damn dragon Bible for like years

Now, obviously, we understand that there's different interpretations on mythical creatures, and no one interpretation on a dragon is necessarily gospel, but that multiple interpretations on the classic tale of beasts of scale and fire are completely valid and to be expected!

however if you call an Eastern dragon a coatl I'm going to come to your house and slaughter your family

#THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT #yes they have similarities but coatls have WINGS typically and dont usually have other limbs. they're more serpentine birds #meanwhile Eastern dragons (Chinese depictions for example) don't typically have wings and are more lizard-like #like Mushu !!!!!!!! Mushu is an Eastern dragon #and then there's drakes and wyrms. which are entirely different bc they can't really fly #drakes are more like draconic horses or dogs. no wings but four limbs and a tail with a reptilian appearance #wyrms are more serpentine with no limbs and no wings. though i think some interpretations of wyrms give them like.. two forelimbs #then there's wyverns. wyverns have two legs and two wings instead of the typical eight limbs (four limbs two wings) #(i also perosnally hold true to the interpretation of wyverns with poisonous stingers for tails but that's just me cause i think its cool) #..... how much of this is just me talking abiut dragons #explodes. #oh yeah and obv there's the HTTYD interpretations which i adore! they're interesting #the designs are so fascinating and from what ive seen seem to have some science behind them #and arent just the typical western style of dragons. which nothing wrong with the western style it's a classic ofc #but it's still fun to see some variation!! #and ofc there's WOF #which holds true to Western dragons in simple anatomy but has its own variations and of course its own lore #then there's. fuck i forget the name but it's a fantasy story based in China i believe #i loved it so much it was so cool #anyways it had a dragon character named Seryu. I love Seryu. he my favorite #anyways i liked the interpretation of dragons there bc iirc it held true to ummmmm some Chinese mythology involving dragons #cause Eastern mythology of drahons is . so much diffetent than Western #Western dragons are commonly very monstrous creatures‚ usually very animalistic #they tend to embody the Christian concept of greed/gluttony hence why they're so typically monstrous/villainous #which i find interesting but i wont get into that #meanwhile. i wanna say Eastern dragon legends more revolve around the idea of a dragon as more of a godly/fae-type creature? #that's probably a poor comparison but that's how i interpreted it. agian im probahly wronf about all of this #im some weirdo rambling about dragons on the internet. dont trust me explicitly #i need to get more dragon mythology books #HELP I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT I DIDNT THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE GOOD LORD OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Little Moments with Massive Impacts

I absolutely adored Daughter of the Moon Goddess and Heart of the Sun God, and there is something lush and comfortable and quietly gripping about Sue Lynn Tan's writing. When Tan's original duology ended, I was satisfied, but honestly this is one of those worlds where I would happily take anything more the author was willing to give us. And she has given us some new small moments and an epilogue that just wrapped my heart in a warm blanket and squish hugged it. Let's talk Tales of the Celestial Kingdom.

SPOILER WARNING!!! I am going to spoil not only TotCK, but DotMG and HotSG. BE WARNED.

This little short story collection is divided into three main sections: "Dusk," "Twilight," and "Dawn." Each section covers moments before, during, or after the main duology. The only story from Xingying's perspective is the last one; the other stories are from the perspective of other characters.

"Dusk" focuses on Chang'e and Houyi and expands their relationship before Xingying's birth. It also explores the toll killing the sunbirds took on Houyi and the choices that led to Chang'e taking the immortality elixir to save her own and Xingying's life. Seeing their relationship and their clear love for each other before decades of grief and change have colored and complicated it was a delight. Chang'e and Houyi in this version of their tale are fiercely in love, and that is ultimately what makes their story so tragic.

I also loved that, despite the brevity of the stories, the emotions were clear, complex, and communicated effectively. That can be hard to do in short form (I have always been terrible at it; I like to have a little more space to really wallow in feelings when I write) and I've never been a major short story girl; I like novel-length stuff. But I was entirely here for this reimagining of the Chang'e myth.

"Twilight" fills in spaces that were implied but not explored during the DotMG and HotSG timelines. We get a little more Liwei and Xingying as students, with a quick little adventure just as Liwei realizes he is beginning to fall in love. We also get a little more Wenzhi and Xingying in the Celestial army, also as Wenzhi realizes he is falling in love. I absolutely adore seeing Xingying through their eyes, and it was very instructive to see how they perceive their relationship with Xingying. I was ALWAYS a Wenying (Xingzhi? I dunno, reblog with your preferred ship name) girl, because quite frankly Liwei had too many Prince Jonathan of Conte vibes for me to think he was a good idea. Getting into Liwei's head just strengthened that perception, and while I can understand that he and Wenzhi were both inherently flawed characters...frankly I could support Wenzhi's flaws a lot more smoothly than Liwei's. (Honestly y'all, I might actually need to slap Liwei, especially when he's out here being an UTTER DICKHEAD).

Our boys aren't the only perspectives in "Twilight." We also get Shuxiao and Mengqi's mission to free the Celestial Emperor from Wugang. We are always here for BFF Shuxiao, and honestly if we were ever to get another short story collection in the Celestial Kingdom, I want a slice-of-life first date for these lovely ladies, because they have SUCH A SPARK. Like, we get one short story for them. It is 19 pages. And yet I am HERE for them to have a long, happy life snarking off at each other. The chemistry was just beautifully done. Give our girls their own book.

Finally, "Dawn" gives us a little more from Wenzhi in his mortal life, and Yingxing inserting herself into it. It's darling, and I appreciate the subtle nuances and differences that highlight that yes, this is definitely Wenzhi, but it's not Wenzhi the Prince of the Demon Realm. And yet he and Xingying are still perfect for each other, still love each other. And they have their first mortal date at Wenzhi's favorite tea house. It's DARLING.

What the final story does, however, is give me the ending that I desperately hoped for--but notably did not get--at the end of HotSG. The end of that book gives us the hope that Wenzhi and Xingying will have an immortal life together with Wenzhi's memories and experiences as an immortal restored to him. It was a wonderful, uplifting end to a book that had a lot to do with grief, but the thing it didn't do was make it too easy. Which I think is so important for good storytelling.

That said, actually getting Xingying and Wenzhi reuniting as immortals, and--for Wenzhi--picking up after he had just sacrificed himself for Xingying was SO. SATISFYING. We had the hope, we knew it was a possibility, and that's often what we have to sit with and exist with in real life. That's fine. But every once in a while--a very great while, it seems--we get the fruition of that hope and promise. We actually get the unambiguously happy ending and we, along with Xingying, remember that happiness is crucial.

Y'all, the end of this collection is so soft and happy, and I'm so deeply grateful that it's in the world with me.

#sue lynn tan #tales of the celestial kingdom #daughter of the moon goddess #heart of the sun warrior #xingying #wenzhi #short story collection #ya fantasy #chinese mythology #chinese literature #books and reading #books #books and novels #books & libraries #book recommendations

[pppppiamo]

Title: South for Spring

Author: Piamo

Length: 5.5k words

Synopsis: A boy discovers a dying crow. When life and death are merely stops along the long road of existence, can love take wing? (Xianxia-inspired, danmei-inspired. CW: death.)

Before Emptiness and under Finality, everything in the world appeared minute and transitory. "Qi Siyu, it's you."

South for Spring

One day when Qi Siyu (祁思煜) was little, he happened upon a dying crow.

He lived in a big city. The houses in his neighborhood were all painted the same grey-green, each one containing a plot of grass in front that, in the summer, yellowed under the blistering sun. As it was Saturday, he was spending the afternoon at a small yogurt shop down the street from his house. Since he was still only in elementary school, he had no money. Nevertheless, the old woman working there would give him a handful of mochi and tell him stories about her grandson, Gu Yuan (顾鸢), while he half-listened, kicking his legs.

At the time, Qi Siyu did not know that Gu Yuan had passed away from illness many years ago. Out of repetition, Qi Siyu only gathered that the boy in her stories was a year older than him, liked taking pictures, was good-looking, and that the old woman bought him a new pair of shoes every time he came to visit her.

Qi Siyu was an only child who grew up in a strict environment. His parents were neither rich nor poor, but certainly it couldn’t be said that they doted on him. Rather, they seemed to have forgotten about his existence entirely. His current pair of shoes even had a little hole worn through the tip, which he often poked his big toe through wearing a disgruntled expression. Thus, he thought Gu Yuan sounded like a spoiled brat and immediately didn’t like him.

What kind of eight-year-old has a digital camera anyway!

On the day Qi Siyu stumbled upon the dying crow on his way home, the old woman had said something extremely peculiar to him before he left.

“Xiao-Yu, do you believe in ghosts?”

Qi Siyu’s eyes had tripled in size at the mention of something so eerie. The plastic spoon which he’d been gnawing on was still hanging out of his mouth, and he debated whether to shake his head or nod. He settled on a shrug, pretending an aloof expression in the hopes that she would change the subject.

The old woman’s back was facing him. When she turned around, rather than holding a handful of mochi as usual, she carried a cardboard cup filled to the brim with cream-colored yogurt and strawberry slices. From an outsider’s perspective, the dessert seemed to have been tenderly crafted, but Qi Siyu was more guarded than the average child—having been pricked by the subject of ghosts, he didn’t miss the cool glint in her eye. She handed the treat over to the young boy, along with a stack of napkins a few centimeters thick. “Good behavior is rewarded by heaven,” she said, patting him on the hand.

Silently, Qi Siyu took the yogurt outside. He threw it in the trash and ran home.

Out of the corner of his eye, the houses flew by like a river. By the time Qi Siyu reached his front doorstep, he was out of breath. His mind was filled with images of hungry ghosts, mouths puckered and sucking at the air as if through a straw. When Qi Siyu heard a dry croak emanate from the potted shrub to his left, he grabbed the door’s handle with both hands. The sun was so hot that the brass metal scalded his skin, but he continued to tug and push, his heart pounding.

The door was locked. As it turned out, the house was empty, too.

As his heart began to freeze over, Qi Siyu took a step back, the realization slowly draining the color from his face. His father was at the office working overtime; his mother was at his aunt’s house currently engaged in gossip. As for Qi Siyu’s whereabouts, they couldn’t have cared less. He might as well have been a succulent placed on a shelf, left to fend for itself in the heat. 

Another croak resounded, causing Qi Siyu to nearly jump out of his skin. 

His reflexes simply got the better of him. One leg kicked out as if tapped by a tiny hammer and slammed directly into the potted shrub. Subsequently, a tangled black mess of feathers tumbled out into the sun.

Qi Siyu held his breath. He squinted at the crow that seemed barely even half-alive.

Its teal-blue eyes stared vacantly at him. Upon closer inspection, Qi Siyu saw that a piece of tan twine had somehow wrapped itself around its body, causing the pitiful creature to look like a roasted chicken for sale at a market—albeit an unappetizing one. Beak open, it panted. 

Notably, the old woman’s words jostled around in Qi Siyu’s head. At this age, the word “karma” meant nothing to him. Whether there were six gates of reincarnation or fifty, he wouldn’t have been able to guess. He gripped the corners of his shirt with sweaty hands, feeling hateful towards that old woman and her peerless Gu Yuan. If heaven rewarded good behavior, it might be said that he was fearless of heaven for lack of grasping its immensity.

“It’s feral,” his father had said once, pointing to a disheveled cat that showed up on their doorstep in a rainstorm. “Don’t go near. It’ll bite.”

While Qi Siyu peered into the crow’s open beak in search of teeth, the suffering bird’s eyelids began to droop. Rasping, it tipped over, legs tilting towards the sky. At that moment, without thinking, Qi Siyu suddenly stooped over, casting a shadow forward that swallowed the bird up in a cool embrace. As gently as possible, he unwound the twine. Once or twice, he was thwarted by a severe knot, though eventually he persevered. 

When the crow was finally freed, Qi Siyu sat down and wiped the glistening sweat off his forehead. He then poked his big toe out of the hole in his shoe and touched the tip of the closest tail feather. 

With that, the crow exploded into the sky, its wings flapping clumsily. The ungrateful creature didn’t even spare him a backwards glance. 

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Looking back at this event many years in the future, Qi Siyu could only inexplicably feel that his run-in with the crow had been a matter of destiny. A week later, the crow was fully out of sight and out of mind—that is, until it showed up one morning scrabbling on his bedroom windowsill, a gold chain dangling from its beak. This was only the first of a series of “gifts” that would follow Qi Siyu far into adulthood, sometimes as often as every other week. 

As he aged, his wariness of animals gradually shed like a second skin, but he never quite outgrew his wariness of other humans. 

A person cannot stay young forever. In the end, Qi Siyu could not follow his parents into old age—he remained an indistinct figure in the periphery of their vision, and just a few weeks before his thirtieth birthday, he departed the Earth. 

According to legend, the Platform of the Underworld would be composed of a series of vast white fields. Only a small detail had been left out. The primordial artificer had cleaved a fissure down the middle with a knife, naming the resulting river “Emptiness” and the stars reflected therein “Finality.” When Qi Siyu first arrived at the Platform, he felt this information swirling inside him, indistinct as smoke. A warm breeze ruffled the wide, plain-woven sleeves hanging down to his wrists, the skin of which appeared a little transparent. 

So, I’m dead? he thought, tucking his hands behind his back so he wouldn’t have to look at them. 

Surveying the white fields, one didn’t have much to look at. Qi Siyu took stock of his life. Overall, though he couldn’t complain, the events of his thirty years were brief enough to catalogue on a single napkin. In his memory, he could recall only two or three moments of true import, which lay embedded in his heart like grains of sand.

Before Emptiness and under Finality, everything in the world appeared minute and transitory.

Here, time had ground to a standstill, but elsewhere the seasons still came and went, the planet turned, the tides rose and retreated beneath the moon. Qi Siyu felt a twinge of unplaceable wistfulness. 

He was neither cold, nor in pain. Instead, it was an all-encompassing thirst and the lull of the nearby river that eventually stirred him from his reverie. Within a few steps, he came to a spot where the white blades of tall grass terminated at a sandy bank, dark as night, and got down onto his knees. The river was passing by very slowly; in a daze, Qi Siyu sank his fingers into his reflection. Although he perceived the cold bite of water, his body seemed incapable of shivering. He cupped his palms together to drink.

The river, which sprang sourcelessly from the horizon, would in turn wash away every last memory of his previous life, like a slate being wiped clean. 

The soul, which arose sourcelessly from the ether, would in turn return to the elements, becoming true to itself to the utmost.

Thinking this, an imperceptible smile crept onto Qi Siyu’s face. In all his life, he never smiled that often. Even when he did, it was like he was holding an immense weight in his heart, his curved lashes lowering as if to obscure a wateriness. Truthfully, in an effort to not disturb the mood, he was only holding back a laugh. Eschatologically speaking, the afterlife seemed a bit too nebulous— 

“Caw!”

Just as Qi Siyu’s lips were about to touch the river water, a familiar sound caused him to jerk upright. 

Winging overhead like a distant halo was a black crow.

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Perhaps it was owing to his recent separation from worldly affairs, but Qi Siyu was not all that surprised to find, upon turning around, a lantern had appeared out of thin air, hovering just a few meters away. Its black flame twisted behind a paper curtain, painted with the word “impermanence.” Once again, inexplicably, he understood that this particular tool would only manifest at the behest of an Underworld retainer. The flame contained inside could dispel the anxieties of the departed and cleanse evil. 

Qi Siyu stared through the lantern blankly. While alive, he was customarily a disagreeable person who liked to come to his own conclusions and railed against the ideas of others. Only now, his eagerness to fight had dried up, leaving him hollow. 

The crow floated toward the ground and transformed into a person. 

He was no longer alone, but Qi Siyu registered nothing. Only when a pair of fingers gently pressed the space between his eyes did the feeling of lightness in his body begin to disperse, and the face before him came into clarity—teal-blue eyes partially obscured by dusky hair and a faint smile that seemed familiar, as if from a dream. Qi Siyu blinked back the mistiness that had gathered in his eyes.

“After all this time,” the man chuckled, “you really kept something so trifling?”

By instinct, Qi Siyu touched the gold chain hanging around his neck, tucked beneath the folds of his robe. At the Platform, even his treasured memories had barely remained intact, but this little artifact, which in reality had been misplaced long ago, had somehow become reunited with him.

It took only a simple touch of recognition for the gold chain to stir. Suddenly, a thought leapt into Qi Siyu’s head unbidden: Gu Yuan, it’s you. 

It quickly became clear that speaking in one’s head in the Underworld lacked the same privacy found on Earth. The man cocked his head, eyes glittering. “I didn’t expect to be recognized. After passing away, I was recruited to the ghost realm, but at that time I was very young. It took me twenty years just to refine my primeval soul. In the end, I was too impatient to visit my laolao. It was inevitable that a crow spirit devoured me on my first trip back to the human realm. 

“Some time after that, I gained enough consciousness to appropriate the crow’s body as my own, but even then, I found myself acting in strange ways. Crows are naturally disposed to gratitude. When you saved me that summer, I kept coming back to you with so many trinkets. In my state, I thought I was making you a rich man.” Gu Yuan sighed, his smile fading slightly. “Unfortunately, spending so much time in the vicinity of an Underworld escort… It’s probably owing to me that you incurred an untimely death.”

Qi Siyu’s eyes lingered over the lantern’s black flame before trailing along Gu Yuan’s flowing, damask silk robes, coming to rest on his face. Were it not for the man’s smile, that pale visage and those eyes darkened by shadows might have conspired to make him look like a true dyed-in-the-wool ghost. Looking at him now, it was clear the specter of death clung to him like a chilling aura. 

But resentment and regret were reserved for the living. Qi Siyu could only think, It’s no one’s fault, least of all yours. 

Gu Yuan’s face remained unchanged, his thoughts a mystery. The old woman had described that very same disarming smile to Qi Siyu many years ago. Embarrassingly, now of all times, Qi Siyu could not deny that the man before him was, by human standards, incredibly handsome. Besides that, the lantern’s black flame was probably performing its duty, coaxing the agitation away from his heart and leaving him uncharacteristically soft. 

Reading his mind, Gu Yuan waved his hand. The paper lantern flamed out, dissolving into ash. In its place, a jade pendant dropped into his open palm. He held it outstretched to Qi Siyu.

“This karmic pendant will ensure you a safe journey home. My last gift to you.”

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The moon-white jade pendant appeared in the shape of a three-legged crow. It glowed faintly in the twilight. As for the years of primeval refinement Gu Yuan had carefully invested, upon transporting Qi Siyu back to Earth, they would be transmuted into an extension of Qi Siyu’s own lifespan, granting him an additional twenty years. 

A low-level Underworld escort might struggle for a century to cut a single blade of grass growing on the Platform. To endeavor to rewrite a person’s karma was surely a thousand times the effort—yet Gu Yuan only continued to smile, brows lifted, seemingly unfazed. 

Qi Siyu regarded this “parting gift” with a complicated expression before ultimately flicking a sleeve at Gu Yuan.

“No one can call back yesterday,” Qi Siyu said. “In any case, won’t I just end up here again in twenty more years? Imagine what additional unfinished business I’ll rack up if you give me the chance. I’ll be rolling in my grave until the end of time.” 

Gu Yuan replied, “Actually, in twenty years you can accomplish quite a lot. You were a professor, weren’t you? Maybe think about burning some paper money for me after class, hm?” Having said so, he reached forward to append the karmic pendant to Qi Siyu’s sash. 

Qi Siyu in response batted him away with a transparent hand. 

Thus, one human and one immortal pushed these twenty-some-odd years back and forth between them like the last piece of shrimp on a dinner plate. Both Emptiness and Finality, the silent river and stars, were entertained for the first time in a millennium. 

In a land that never saw daylight, dawn never came. Only a warm breeze threaded through the white fields and traced ripple after ripple along the river, following an unfathomable pattern. As Qi Siyu admonished Gu Yuan—first for imprudence, then for fickleness, and finally for full-blown impishness—they walked side by side. Their conversation became increasingly mundane. At one point, Gu Yuan even inquired about Qi Siyu’s egg toast recipe, which he recalled during his time as a crow as having been fed pieces of through the kitchen window. 

Each time Gu Yuan was sure that Qi Siyu had lowered his guard and discreetly approached to slip the karmic pendant into his pocket, Qi Siyu summarily dodged. For a bookish misanthrope, his primeval soul was surprisingly nimble. 

The year Gu Yuan passed, before his health seriously declined, he played around a lot with a digital camera. He especially liked to photograph people and would fearlessly ask strangers to model for him. Now that he was an Underworld escort, his personal possessions were of a different nature. Despite this, he couldn’t shake his tendency to see others through the eye of an inexperienced photographer. With Qi Siyu walking beside him like this, noticing that the man’s lips were perpetually pursed, he flew a few steps forward, turned around, and framed the image between his thumbs and forefingers. 

“What are you doing?” Qi Siyu asked. 

Expectedly, Qi Siyu’s dissatisfied expression was only magnified by this limited view. Gu Yuan said nothing and just laughed mischievously to himself. 

To the south and invisible to Qi Siyu, lantern-lit ferries floated restfully upon the sea of grass. Beyond that was the Affectless City, currently only a string of golden lights lying on the horizon. Gu Yuan had almost forgotten his original intentions in coming here. He slowed his steps to a halt and gazed at Qi Siyu’s back, running his thumb along the grooves of the pendant. It was a part of him, yet was cold to the touch. 

A low, mournful howl echoed over the fields. 

As if to answer the call, one of the ferries, accelerated by an unearthly gust of wind, began making its approach. “Qi Siyu, I have to go,” Gu Yuan finally said. 

Qi Siyu turned to face him. The light behind his eyes had dimmed, and his contours seemed to tremble like the edge of a flame. Gu Yuan realized that walking just that short distance together had nearly exhausted the man’s spiritual essence. If they continued on like this, Qi Siyu would soon expend himself entirely and fail to reenter the cycle of reincarnation. 

Gu Yuan suddenly felt like twenty years was not enough after all. 

“When I was young,” he rambled, “my laolao used to tell me stories about a boy who died before I was born. She told me that he had a frustrating temperament and complained so loudly in his heart about every little thing that in his following lifetime, he was cursed to wear holes through his shoes. Every time I thought about him, it made me worried.”

“You had a closet full of shoes. It seems your head is full of them, too,” Qi Siyu said, not failing to jab him. 

“The Dao is heartless.” And so are you, Gu Yuan wanted to add with a laugh. 

Only in the presence of the black Wuchang flame did Qi Siyu at last become more agreeable, his hackles lying flat. After the karmic pendant was finally accepted into Qi Siyu’s hands, Gu Yuan boarded the ferry and bid the man farewell. 

All around him, the grass parted like waves. Gu Yuan watched Qi Siyu’s figure until it was swallowed up by the distance; thereafter, he stayed on the deck, not taking his eyes off the horizon. 

Meanwhile, his heart felt like a stone sinking lower and lower, until eventually he lost sight of it in the depths of a fathomless lake.  

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In the blink of an eye, half a century passed. 

Gu Yuan had just returned from a lengthy mission and had ascended in rank from a minor ghost to a full-fledged Underworld officer. The Clear Equinox Festival was in full swing, and within the Affectless City, the narrow streets were filled with vendors selling precious ornaments to fit the occasion. Various spirits, having cultivated their way up from the natural world, came bearing pockets of spiritual stones to purchase rare relics with.

Gu Yuan’s living arrangements were lavish enough; even the gold patterning of his robes was considered by others to be a bit too flashy. Unfortunately, having spent so much time as a crow on Earth, his primeval soul was corrupted, and as a result, he had an insatiable greed for shiny objects. If gems were fake, he could tell from several li away, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still buy them.

In short, he was a favored customer within the Affectless City’s shopping district. 

By the time the firebird asterism had reached its zenith in the sky, his arms were tired from holding so much junk. Gu Yuan the shopping addict was about to hail a carriage when something caught his eye at a nearby jewelry stand. After staring for a moment, he stepped forward, eyes widening.

Hanging from a wooden post was a jade pendant in the shape of a three-legged crow.

If a tool had been hewn from a person’s own spiritual essence, then it would be easily identifiable by its original creator. For that reason, it took only one glance from Gu Yuan to determine that this was the same karmic pendant he’d given to Qi Siyu at the Platform. 

It was designed to crumble away upon fulfilling its duty. So why was it here now?

According to the jewelry stand’s owner, the ferryman who’d sold it to her found it on the northernmost shore of the Underworld Platform. Naturally, owing to its superior craftsmanship, the pendant was being sold for a hefty sum. Gu Yuan had to run back home to fetch his savings in order to purchase it. 

However, to his disappointment, rather than feeling icy to the touch, the karmic pendant was as lifeless as a piece of ordinary stone. 

Whether through its one-time use or by years of dormancy, it appeared the immortal tool’s internal energy source had long since dried up. In his hands, it was nothing more than a luxurious paperweight. 

Gu Yuan’s eyes clouded over with a distant memory. For fifty years, he hadn’t set foot once in the human realm. While he was traversing the Unquiet Pass as a ghost, he had even resorted to consuming resentment from those half-finished devils he met along his path. Having nearly forgotten the meaning of the word "warmth," he realized that the same insidious weightlessness that had overcome Qi Siyu on the Platform had already numbed him from the inside out.

As for Qi Siyu, the man was gone.

And Gu Yuan? That man was probably as good as gone, too. 

These thoughts left him in a sullen mood. He wasn’t used to being introspective, so Gu Yuan’s emotions naturally caused his spiritual energy to overflow. As a result, the golden birds embroidered on his robes began to imitate life, flapping their wings in vexation. A total of thirty people crowded around to gawk at the sight, which only made him feel worse. After just managing to slink away, Gu Yuan sighed and went to stow the karmic pendant into his sleeve. 

As if merely wanting to tease an old friend, the “paperweight” suddenly stirred under his fingertips, emitting a band of white light one cun in length that pointed due north. 

This was a compass charm. Gu Yuan’s heavy heart began to race. 

That day, a hundred people at the Clear Equinox Market claimed to have seen a crow spirit clumsily flying off, clinging to a piece of jade that was probably half its own weight. 

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Gu Yuan flew for eight days, avoiding sleep and pausing only to drink.

He followed the compass’s white light to the very edge of the Underworld. Beyond, the stars stretched indefinitely. The first time Gu Yuan had tried to exit the ghost realm on his own, he had nearly expired his essence exerting himself crossing this void; this time, having learned the method of “inaction,” he intuitively rode the sky’s veins, rising higher and growing paradoxically heavier with each wingbeat. 

Upon first laying eyes on the human realm, he found that nothing had significantly changed. The compass charm led him to a neighborhood where the houses were all painted the same grey-green. 

He alighted in a tree, at eye-level with a small second-floor apartment. Thereafter, the karmic pendant in his claws flashed brightly and crumbled into dust. 

Ultimately, though Gu Yuan was a young immortal who had in total lived the length of a generous human lifespan, his time on Earth had been limited. As a result, he possessed a childlike heart that was predisposed to impatience. When he caught sight of movement inside the apartment, Gu Yuan didn’t even have the presence of mind to preen the few unsightly feathers sticking up on his head. Unaware of the influence of his bird-brain, he took to the air and glided in for a closer look.

Thus, with a doleful smack, he flew directly into the glass sliding door. 

Lying on his back under the hot sun, the dazed Gu Yuan could only think, Was I struck by a lightning tribulation just now? 

Since he was in significant pain, he didn’t move for a full minute. Following an unfamiliar sound, a shadow suddenly enveloped his entire body, and he felt a pair of human hands moving him into the shade. When Gu Yuan finally came to and righted himself a few minutes later, he found a dish of water and a shred of egg toast on the patio beside him. 

He shamelessly gobbled up the toast before noticing that the sliding door was open a hair. Since he wasn’t shy, he decided to pay his rescuer a visit. 

The first time Gu Yuan had sought shelter inside a human dwelling in his new crow body, he’d been chased out with a rolled-up newspaper. Now that he was an Underworld officer with a reputation to uphold, if such a thing were to happen again and the Adjudicator got word, he might seriously face a demotion. 

Undeterred, Gu Yuan wriggled his way inside. He performed a few awkward hops on the hardwood floor before winging up to perch on the back of a wooden chair. He swiveled his neck around, taking in the messy living room, before the sound of footsteps made his pupils shrink. 

Coming face to face with a staring person, a smile entered his heart.

Qi Siyu, it’s you. 

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Of course, on the surface, this person didn’t look like the Qi Siyu who Gu Yuan had met at the Underworld Platform fifty years ago. Having been reincarnated, this man had an entirely different face. He appeared to be thirty years old, but his hair was short, his eyes more well-rested. Rather than telegraphing a prickly nature, even in the face of a strange animal entering his house, his lips were relaxed in a wry smile.  

The exterior was unimportant. Gu Yuan’s immortal eyes could see through any living being to its spiritual core—but Qi Siyu’s primeval soul had been scrubbed clean by the Empty River. 

He recognized him, but wasn’t recognized in return. 

“You ate the toast? Did you come in here just to beg for more food?” Qi Siyu asked the crow, folding his arms. 

Gu Yuan puffed up. He emitted a displeased croak at this misunderstanding.

It was the height of summer, but Qi Siyu was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt and socks. Perhaps it was because his air conditioning unit was so efficient that he needed to keep warm indoors. Struck by an idea, Gu Yuan fluttered down to the floor and began ceaselessly pecking at Qi Siyu’s toes until the man exasperatedly backed into the sofa. To thwart the bird, he went to tuck his feet under his thighs. 

Gu Yuan did not miss that the underside of his socks had two large holes. 

A slow wavelength of calm entered Gu Yuan’s heart. Reassured, he flapped his wings twice, landing on Qi Siyu’s shoulder, and nibbled at his ear. 

If anyone had been around to view such a sight, they would have remarked that Qi Siyu must have hand-fed the bird from a young age since it was so tame. For that matter, had the Adjudicator witnessed this unseemly behavior, they would have punished Gu Yuan with three hundred years of paper-sorting duty. 

Coming and going between the human realm and the ghost realm was not especially taxing. In the years that followed, Gu Yuan’s crow form fattened up from eating so much egg toast that all the earthly crows he met on his way shot him envious looks. He always returned to Qi Siyu’s side with a gift. In the hands of a cultivator, some of those souvenirs from the Underworld might even be considered dangerous, but in Qi Siyu’s hands they were nothing more than trash. 

Meanwhile, Qi Siyu could only admire that, no matter how many wrinkles he developed, no matter how many grey hairs sprouted on his head, this crow with teal-blue eyes always looked as fresh as a photograph. 

Qi Siyu never married. After he retired from his work as a public servant, he kept only a few people as close friends. Like the holes in his socks and shoes, his introverted nature from his past life had carried over. Nonetheless, he was happy. The big crow that came to visit him without fail would sit beside him and listen to him talk nonsense, which truly was the best gift he ever received. 

One morning, it wasn’t a crow that came to visit him, but a man dressed in exquisite black and gold robes. 

Qi Siyu had grown accustomed to waking up with a terrible back pain, but on this occasion, his body felt as light as a feather. He found he didn’t even need to reach for his glasses on the nightstand to see well. He lay in bed and only wiggled his toes.

The robed man had invited himself in. Qi Siyu never locked his front door, so this was unsurprising. Moreover, he felt comfortable in this person’s presence. He only wished he had gotten the chance to clean up a bit before hosting.

When the man smiled, an incredibly familiar feeling rose up in Qi Siyu’s heart.

“You brought me so much junk all these years,” Qi Siyu said. “I would bet my life on the fact that more than half of it you stole outright. Aren’t you worried heaven will punish bad behavior?”

“If you feel like punishing me, by all means,” the man said cheekily.

Qi Siyu had a thought, but swallowed it down out of embarrassment. However, the man seemed to have the ability to read minds, because he suddenly took a few steps forward and crouched at Qi Siyu’s bedside. Before Qi Siyu could protest, their lips were touching lightly, the effect like a dragonfly skimming water.  

The only thing that brought Gu Yuan back to Earth was a finger flicking his forehead.

“How does it feel kissing a man three times your age?” Qi Siyu growled.

“How does it feel being kissed by a bird?” Gu Yuan dug back at him.

Neither one could hold back a laugh. 

By now, the room and its contents had been replaced by a sea of white grass extending endlessly in all directions. Qi Siyu, apparently standing, felt better than ever. Since he was still somewhat bashful, he took the opportunity to bolt, running directionlessly until even his newly youthful body was left panting. Thinking he’d left that dashing fellow in the dust, he turned around, only to find that the man was still standing at his side, brows quirked.

Teleporting like a real honest-to-god ghost! 

“If I tell you my name, you’ll have to remember it next time,” the man said, tenderly brushing the dark hair out of Qi Siyu’s eyes.

Qi Siyu said, “It’s Gu Yuan, of course. Tell laolao I said hi.”

Gu Yuan hadn’t gotten the chance to see his laolao in many years. Hearing about her suddenly, he paused his hand, a handful of memories flooding back into his heart. He looked down at his cloth shoes, then looked up into Qi Siyu’s eyes and nodded. 

The river trickled by their feet silently, and the stars were equally hushed. Emptiness and Finality were in no hurry, but every person knows when their time is up. 

“I suppose,” Qi Siyu said with a sigh, “this is where we say goodbye.”

“Listen, I never got the chance to live like a real human. Everything you do in life from now on, good or bad, you’ll have to tell me about it,” Gu Yuan replied. He was presently fussing with the folds in Qi Siyu’s robe, but in actuality, it was he who wanted attention. 

Unsure of how to placate him, Qi Siyu just patted the side of Gu Yuan’s face. 

Gu Yuan: “...”

Looking up at the stars, even an immortal could feel small. In the end, it was all only coming and going, nothing terribly serious. 

For a thousand years and more, Gu Yuan would return to the Platform. Some days he had to wait longer than others, but every time, standing beside Qi Siyu with their fingers interlaced, Gu Yuan would re-record the meaning of the word “warmth,” revitalizing all the channels in his heart.

“What do old friends say when they part ways?” Gu Yuan finally asked.

Qi Siyu smiled, his lashes lowering. “See you again soon.”

End.

#original writing #original story #oc story #short story #fiction #writeblr #boys love #5k words #reincarnation story #OEL danmei #danmei inspired #mm romance #am doing the tagging thing right #i wrote this almost 2 years ago and its been languishing in a file so i figure why not post it... its the first BL story i ever finished #some of the afterlife imagery is inspired by chinese mythology but a lot of it is just from my imagination #meanwhile been trying to finish a novel-length proj but it's really kicking my ass

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Mythologically: 奎木狼 -> Kui Mulang aka Yellow Robe Demon is considered to be one of the 28 Mansions; the Chinese constellations. He appears in Journey to the West and Fengshen Yanyi. He is said to have died in the Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals only to be deified upon his death. The name Yellow Robe Demon comes from JTTW where he is one of the demons to encounter Tang Sanzang and his disciples as he had become a demon upon leaving heaven to elope with a Jade Maiden.

My version: Upon his defeat in JTTW YRD is sent back to the celestial realm however none of the gods succeeded in convincing him to become a god again. Until the war goddess Jiutian Xuannu comes along. She offers him a chance to live in a fake world where everything is to YRD's liking: he gets to rule a kingdom, he gets to have children, but most of all his dead lover, the jade maiden, is there to live alongside him. Eventually, though the fake jade maiden convinces YRD that she's dead and nothing can bring her back and so YRD leaves the fake world and mourns the loss of his lover properly. Later however YRD befriends Jiutian Xuannu, starts wearing Hawaiian shirts, figures out how to see the future, and discovers disco music only to fall in love with it.

#chinese mythology #kui mulang #yellow robe demon #YRD #kui mulang chinese mythology #love story #2nd chances au #reincarnation au #the creed~ #celestial #moodboard

[the-monkey-ruler]

New Journey to the West (CMS) (1990) 新西游记

Director: Wang Wei-Chiang

Starring: Chun Fung /  Wang De-Zhi / Chan Yat-Long / Lin Chun-Han / Ying Hsiao-Wei

Genre: Fantasy

Country/Region of Production: Taiwan

Language: Mandarin

Date: 1990

Number of episode: N/A Type: Retelling

Summary:

"Journey to the West" is a mythical story familiar to both adults and children. However, it is not easy to make the familiar story moving. Many versions of "Journey to the West" series have been filmed and broadcast in the past. It is not aired in prime time, but "New Journey to the West" is the first time to be broadcast on prime time TV. The content and story structure must be completely refurbished. Therefore, "New Journey to the West" added Nobita, the protagonist in the Japanese manga "Doraemon".

The characters in "New Journey to the West" are a great combination of "Journey to the West" and the cartoon "Tinkerbell", except Tang Sanzang, Monkey King, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, Bull Demon King, Princess Iron Fan, etc. in "Journey to the West" In addition, there are also characters such as Nobita, Ah Fu, Ji An, Yi Jing in "Tinker Bell", which are all characters loved by children.

These lively characters, under the brilliant pen of the screenwriter of "New Journey to the West", traveled through ancient and modern times, interweaving interesting stories. The warning philosophy contained in it has a subtle educational effect on children.

"New Journey to the West" still mainly tells the mythical story of Tang Sanzang's master and apprentice going to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. On the basis of respecting the original work, artistic processing is carried out, and the portrayal of the characters in the play is more delicate. Compared with "Journey to the West", it is more It is more humane, more humorous and witty, and the whole plot is more vivid and watchable; it can also be said that this is the most humane adaptation of "Journey to the West", because the love story makes the protagonist here no longer a god, but more Like a person of flesh and blood, Tang Sanzang talked about polygamy love in the play, and the love between Monkey King and Zhu Bajie and others is also very interesting.

"New Journey to the West" interprets Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing with the most magnificent scenes, the most vivid plots, and the most funny actions. In order to make "New Journey to the West" have unexpected The "hilarious" effect, the cast selection process of the whole drama is also painstaking. In addition to the four soul characters in the drama, the mentor and apprentice, CTV also leveraged its network and invited a large number of beautiful actresses to come to guest roles. The cast is unprecedentedly strong!

At that time, Qin Feng appeared in "New Journey to the West" on the China TV channel just after the release of "Shuangfeiyan" starring in Taiwan TV. In order to play Tang Sanzang well, he reluctantly shaved his head. Long Chuanren and Wang Dezhi played Monkey King and Zhu Bajie. Although the "Journey to the West" they performed in the past has never been broadcast on prime time, their "Sun and Pig" appearances are unmatched among the three channels, so it is very appropriate for them to be played by the two of them; in "New Journey to the West", the most humorous character is Sha Wujing, played by Chen Yilang, the singer of Hokkien. Chen Yilang is usually taciturn, but his sense of joy. He is natural, and often has unexpected dramatic effects. Just looking at his Sha Wujing appearance is enough to make people laugh. Sha Wujing doesn't have many lines, but Chen Yilang's Taiwanese Mandarin will definitely make you laugh out loud.

The story of "New Journey to the West" begins with the story of Tang Sanzang's journey to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. On the way, he conquered the horse, the monkey Wukong in Wuzhishan; the pig Bajie in Gaojiazhuang; Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing, four masters and apprentices, went to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. They passed through the Flame Mountain, but the fire was so fierce that they couldn't do it; Princess Iron Fan (played by Liu Fangying) refused to lend her fan to Wukong to extinguish the flames. Cheat a fan. Later, the four of them met the Bone Demon sisters (played by Xiao Qiang and Ge Weiru), Wukong fought against the Bone Demon, turned into a magic trick, and tried his best to escape the danger.

After Tang Sanzang and his disciples left Zhu Ziguo, they continued to walk towards the west. They walked to a courtyard. Tang Sanzang decided to go to Huazhai by himself. When he walked into the courtyard alone, he saw four women embroidering flowers and three women kicking ball, when Tang Sanzang explained his purpose, seven women suddenly rushed forward, took Tang Sanzang into a gloomy stone cave "Pansi Cave", tied him up, hung him high on the beam, and spit out the water from his mouth. Silk threads were woven into a big net to seal the cave door; Sun Wukong, who had been waiting for his master for a long time, suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he chanted a spell and summoned the local land god, only to realize that his master might have fallen into the hands of the seven spider spirits. In the hands; Wukong, Bajie and Sha Wujing made a big disturbance in Pansi Cave, and only rescued the master under the explanation of Pilanpo Bodhisattva.

This episode is taken from the novel "Journey to the West" "Pansi Cave Stick Beating the Spider Spirit", and cleverly divides the seven spider spirits into seven colors. Each spider spirit is played by a porn star, including Hua Xuanxuan The red spider from Wang Baoyu, the golden spider from Long Juner, the yellow spider from Tian Lulu, the blue spider from Li Qian, the silver spider from Xu Ruohua, and the white spider from Xu Xiaoling. , and the layout of Pansi Cave is full of sexual symbols, these seven actresses almost steal the scenery of the four masters and apprentices in the play.

Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Monk Sha traveled to the Daughter Country of Xiliang. The country is full of women, and the family is passed down to the next generation. Can only have girls. It is said that Tang Sanzang passed by to learn Buddhist scriptures, and the Queen (played by Liu Ming) intends to recruit Tang Sanzang as a son-in-law for the princess (played by Hua Fang); the matter is discovered by the scorpion spirit and the viper spirit. , wanting to profit from it. During the filming, Wang Shizheng, the editor-in-chief of the program department of China Television, once asked Qin Feng, "Do you think Tang Sanzang fell in love in the daughter country?" At that time, Qin Feng thought that Tang Sanzang had made a decision after a lot of psychological struggle; but the editor-in-chief Wang Shizheng thought that Tang Sanzang was not emotional at all, he was a firm learner from beginning to end. In order to "correct" Qin Feng's understanding of Tang Sanzang, Wang Shizheng also recommended many books for Qin Feng to read.

Source: https://en.hkcinema.ru/film/20161

Link: N/A

#New Journey to the West #CMS #chinese mythology stories #新西游记 #jttw media #jttw #jttw television #television #lost media #live action #Retelling #sun wukong #zhu bajie #sha wujing #Tang Sanzang #monk tripitaka #Addition

[razorthetimephantom]

A story that I made

   PROLOGUE

In a world where countless gods coexist, their presence lingers whether one believes in them or not. Though some may have been forgotten, others cling to the fringes of faith. And yet, when a god's following dwindles to nothing, they are drawn into the void. Only the strongest gods endure, holding their ground against the vast nothingness. But for those consumed by the void, their disappearance grants the void strange and fearsome power.

And this story begins in Void, a dark and empty expanse devoid of light. One of the many gods that remain in The Void is Father Time. He was the keeper of the ages, the master of moments, and the ruler of all time. One day, Father Time decided to create a new being, one who would embody the very essence of time itself. So, he took a piece of himself, molding and shaping it like clay with great care until it resembled a 14-year-old child.

This child was Logan, the first and only child of Time. Father Time imbued Logan with the abilities of time. He created a special pocket watch for Logan to help channel the power and to remind him of his origins, Father Time placed the pocket watch in the center of Logan's soul, forever bounding it to him. With his creation complete, Father Time sent Logan down to Earth, where he would begin a journey unlike any other.

#story #nervous #proud of myself #hope you enjoy #thank you #greek mythology #norse mythology #chinese mythology #korean mythology #mythology

[sophiesdailywritingprompts]

Prompt #48: Date a God for a Day

The gods have come down to Earth. That is, all gods to have ever existed in human stories throughout the world (Greek, Norse, Japanese, Hindu, Egyptian, Polynesian, Chinese, Celtic, Germanic, Persian, Babylonian, African, Mayan, Inca, Aztec, Finnic, Native American, Buddhist, Australian Aboriginal, etc.). They are fascinated by how human culture has evolved and - after outlawing war and ensuring everyone’s living standard goes up just by being a huge, magical deterrent to evil - decide to spend some time among humans. Cue strange game shows such as “Date a God For a Day”. Your character is the lucky winner of one such blind date, with a deity of your choosing. 

#creative writing #literature #story writing #writeblr #writing #writing prompt #writers and poets #fantasy #romance #gods #deities #mythology #greek mythology #indian mythology #norse mythology #japanese mythology #egyptian mythology #polynesian mythology #chinese mythology #celtic mythology #middle eastern mythology #native american mythology #south american mythology #germanic mythology #game shows #blind date

[dorothygale123]

SO.

I was reading my book again, and lo and behold, the myth of the 10 Suns came up a third time, this time with a different protagonist: ERLANG SHEN. Now, some of you may remember my earlier post where I discussed Hou Yi and Shen I, two very similar figures that were both credited with saving the world from the 10 suns and theorized that they may be localized versions of the same story, but Erlang and his tale can't fit into that as he doesn't have much in common with either of them. Let's go over Erlang's side so we have a good starting point.

A celestial princess fell in love with a mortal man and had a baby (Erlang), but her dad didn't like that so he punished her by imprisoning her. When Erlang grew up he freed his mom, but she was in pretty bad shape. He went to go get her water, but unfortunately this was around the time those 10 suns were being jerks and the awful weather combined with the mom's frail health meant she was dead by the time Erlang got back. Understandably pissed, Erlang started picking up mountains and throwing them at the suns to kill them in order to avenge his mother. When there was only one left, a messenger from heaven came and told him to chill out and also because he was so awesome he could also be a god now. Erlang, a bit calmer, realized that a world without ANY sun would kinda suck, so he took that offer.

Now, let's take this story, as well as the stories of Hou Yi and Shen I, get our creative license ready, and fit them together.

The 10 suns were being jerks, and everyone was miserable. Heaven sends Hou Yi down to deal with the situation and on his way he meets both Shen I, who had been asked by the mortal emperor to help, and Erlang, who was trying to avenge his mother. The three of them hunt down the suns together, killing three suns each, leaving only one, and Ho Yi gets the boys to chill and leave the last one where it was. Then he goes back to heaven to tell the court what happened.

When he gets back, the parents of the 10 suns are super mad that 9 of their kids are dead and demand that Hou Yi be punished. Hou Yi, being a good guy, takes all the blame and doesn't even mention the other two so they don't get in trouble. In this version, ONLY Hou Yi gets punished, not Chang'e, and she's super sad about it so she moves to the moon to be closer to her husband after he's stripped of his godhood and banished to earth.

The elixir thing happens with Shen I and HIS wife in rough approximation to how I described it in my previous post, and Erlang gets elevated to godhood for freeing his mother. When they both get to heaven and realize Hou Yi's total bro move their super grateful and promise to take care of his wife if she ever needs it, made easier by Shen I's wife Heng O moving to the moon as well and becoming her handmaiden.

What do you think? Really adds some drama to the story, don't it?😄

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What should I write first? ✍️📄

So I've been feeling very inspired lately to write and or re-write my stories, not sure if a lot on Tumblr here know but I do actually write on AO3!! :))

And in the past I have written or at least come up with a story line for both of my biggest ships, some of you might have seen them too 😉

Myth!Jormungandr x Ao Bing

Smite!Hel x The morrigan

I was wondering! Who should I write about first? Since I'll eventually do both! I might slow burn it a little, so I can get a lot of focus on building the characters relationships and world/lore! But who knows! 😅

#norse mythology #chinese mythology #smite #smite hel #smite the morrigan #jormundgandr #jörmungandr #fanfiction writer #mlm post #wlw post #story ideas