Shenjing of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In a theater with magnificent buildings and elegant and spacious gardens.

Baiyuan Garden is a must-have place for all theater troupes. Actors and actors all over the world consider it the highest honor to sing on stage here. If they can become famous here, they will be worth a hundred times as much and everyone will know it.

"clang!"

As the gong rang, the curtain opened.

The scene has been arranged, and the characters in opera robes are already waiting behind the scenes, and they move as the gong sounds and the curtain opens.

In this drama, there are gods, ghosts, officials and magistrates, and more importantly, common people.

It tells the story of an unjust, false and wrongful conviction.

The singing was lively on the stage, but there were only a few people in the audience.

This is not a formal performance of the play, but a rehearsal.

As the drum beat ended, all the actors and actresses on stage and behind the stage came out and stood in front.

"Everyone Yu, how's the arrangement going?"

"What's wrong?"

The troupe leader stood carefully next to the middle-aged scribe who was writing down notes with a pen, and seemed to attach great importance to his opinion.

Yu Shiguang used to be just a city gate official in Yanding Mansion, but now he is a world-famous playwright, and his status is naturally completely different.

But when people talk about him, the first thing most people think of is not the plays he wrote.

It was the story between him and Kongchen Daojun in the past.

Yu Shiguang stopped Taoist Master Kongchen in front of the city gate of Yanding Mansion and scolded the Immortal Saint. In the end, Taoist Master Kongchen gave him a magical elixir that cured his mother's chronic illness. Now it has become a good story.

But now, as this story spreads all over the world, even the Taoist Lord Kongchen did not recite the Tao Te Ching, and people have interpreted it with various profound meanings.

Everyone says it.

"The scriptures are for mortals to understand the true meaning of the immortals. How can the immortals read them?"

"Where did the immortals get their identity documents? It's really ridiculous that I can only have eyesight and not recognize the true immortals for the rest of my life."

"However, Mr. Dao did not care about such things. Instead, he gave the elixir to Yu Shiguang because of his filial piety. This shows the magnanimity of Mr. Dao's heart."

"Do you think the story in "The Match" is true?"

"My young master is of good character and his appearance is not inferior to that of Dong Yong. Why don't any fairies like me?"

Because Yu Shiguang's identity and background were quite legendary, and his reputation spread throughout the world, he attracted many friends.

It can be said that he has a good reputation in the Great Zhou Shenjing, and has a wide range of friends, and even often visits the palace.

The troupe leader and the actors and actresses on the stage naturally obeyed Yu Shiguang's words, and they even hoped to use Yu Shiguang's fame to become famous all over the world.

The middle-aged scribe stopped writing: "There is nothing wrong with it overall."

"It's just that some of the lyrics aren't strong enough. I'll go back and change them again, but it won't delay the time to go on stage."

The troupe leader was overjoyed: "Then I'll trouble everyone."

On the way home in the evening, Yu Shiguang bought a jar of wine. When he returned home, holding a candle and enjoying the wine, he wrote a play he had written.

Candlelight dyed tears, falling layer by layer.

Yu Shiguang finally put down his pen, drank all the wine in the small jar in one gulp, and fell asleep directly on the table.

On this day, he had another dream.

Ever since Daojun Kongchen used the cup of heaven and earth to make his dream fleeting for a lifetime, he has always been able to have some strange dreams.

There are monsters and monsters in dreams, as well as gods and strange things, as well as scenes related to the people and things around you and the rumors you have heard and heard.

These are the sources of inspiration for his plays.

The temple buildings are shrouded in clouds and mist.

The bright moon in the sky is so big that it looks like it is about to collide with it. The moonlight illuminates the fairy palace, revealing a spiritual charm.

Yu Shiguang was drunk, shaking his head,

Turning around and looking around, the sky is wide open.

The divine palace and fairy city are at your feet, and the vast sea of ​​clouds is everywhere.

Yu Shiguang smiled and pointed at the fairy palaces through his drunkenness and said: "This time, I actually dreamed of being in the fairy palace."

In this dream, thirty-six palaces were built layer by layer, and seventy-two palaces guarded all directions. The huge fairy city was secretive and peaceful.

Turning around, Yu Shiguang looked towards the Immortal Palace behind him.

The lights are brightly lit, and the sound of chimes is melodious and melodious.

An immortal banquet was going on, and the immortals, divine kings, and heavenly officials gathered on the stage.

Yu Shiguang was frightened and walked cautiously towards the inside.

Behind the tall divine pillar, the middle-aged scribe looked around.

The immortal at the top spoke at this time: "Yu Shiguang, since you are here, why don't you sit down."

"Master Dao?"

Yu Shiguang looked up and saw that the person sitting on it was Kongchen Daojun, wasn't he?

Although he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, he still didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Immediately stepped forward: "Yu Shiguang pays homage to Mr. Dao."

Daojun just waved his hand and sat down safely.

Listening to the sound of fairy music in the divine realm, I carefully tasted the fairy wine and spiritual food on the jade table.

I linger and forget to leave, happy and reluctant to miss Shu.

During the dinner, Daojun asked him what plays he had written recently.

He then directly told Taojun Xiansheng about his proud work, and even sang a few lines of opera that he thought were the best ones in a dramatic style.

Most of the stories are metaphors of current events, either mocking the officialdom of the current dynasty, or using ghosts and gods to criticize current ills.

After hearing this, Lord Yun Shen on the side waved his hand and saw the clouds and mist swirling in the hall.

The original chime musicians disappeared one by one, replaced by actors in gorgeous clothes falling from the clouds.

The magic lamp is brightly lit, and the palace is filled with moonlight.

These characters look so dazzling.

These actors and actresses acted out the play that Yu Shiguang said on the spot, including the play that Yu Shiguang had just written and had not yet had time to be performed in the human world.

One scene after another, all the gods and gods in the hall were paying attention.

There were laughter and sighs.

Even in a dream, this scene made Yu Shiguang quite proud.

After the last song was played, the immortal sitting on the immortal palace looked at Yu Shiguang.

"It's dawn, it's time for you to return to the human world."

Yu Shiguang cupped his hands and walked towards the outside. There were many stairs and endless stretches.

When he reached the bottom of the Immortal Palace, Yu Shiguang suddenly saw another Immortal Palace not far away on the left.

There is a golden plaque hanging in front of the Immortal Palace, with the three characters of Deyun Palace written on it: dragons and phoenixes.

Stepping forward through the clouds and mist covering my knees, I saw a jade tablet in front of the Deyun Palace.

The Taoist sutra is engraved on the stele, which is called the Sutra of Merit and Virtue.

However, Yu Shiguang, who has read various Taoist scriptures, feels that he has never seen this Taoist scripture before.

Yu Shiguang came closer and looked at the tall jade monument carefully: "What kind of Taoist scripture is this? I have never heard of it?"

Yanding Mansion and the capital city were originally places where Taoism was worshiped. Now Taoism has become the state religion, and Taoist scriptures from all over the world are recorded in Jingjing. Even if you have not read it, you have at least heard of it.

But this meritorious deed has never been seen or heard of in my lifetime.

Yu Shiguang felt that this Taoist scripture was extraordinary, so he took out his pen but could not find the paper.

He then copied it directly on the inside of his robe, knelt down in front of the Deyun Palace in the fairyland, and slowly wrote down the content on the jade tablet one stroke at a time.

When he finished writing the last word.

The sun rose and its light fell on it.

Yu Shiguang woke up immediately and found that he was still in his home in Shenjing.

Yu Shiguang raised his head and found that the window had turned white and the candle beside him had long been burned out.

Although Yu Shiguang felt that the scene in the dream was so real and dreamlike, when he saw that he was still in the same place when he woke up, he could only shake his head and sigh.

"It's just a dream after all."

"But this dream is too beautiful and unforgettable."

"If I can go to the real fairyland to see it in my lifetime, my life will not be in vain, and I will die without regrets."

The middle-aged scribe was recalling everything in his dream. When he stood up, he suddenly smelled the strong fragrance of ink in his clothes.

When I opened my shirt, I found that the white background was already covered with text.

The Merit Sutra that he copied in front of the Deyun Palace in the fairyland is now in front of his eyes.

"Those just now?"

"it is true?"

Yu Shiguang was so shocked that he opened his robe to read the scriptures and made a big move, causing him to trip over his chair.
Chapter completed!