Adventures of the Mad Monk Ji Gong: The Drunken Wisdom of China's Most Famous Chan Buddhist Monk
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Ji Gong studied at the great Ling Yin monastery, an immense temple that still ranges up the steep hills above Hangzhou, near Shanghai. The Chan (Zen) Buddhist masters of the temple tried to instruct Ji Gong in the spartan practices of their sect, but the young monk, following in the footsteps of other great ne'er-do-wells, distinguished himself mainly by getting expelled. He left the monastery, became a wanderer with hardly a proper piece of clothing to wear, and achieved great renown—in seedy wine shops and drinking establishments!
This could have been where Ji Gong's story ended. But his unorthodox style of Buddhism soon made him a hero for popular storytellers of the Song dynasty era. Audiences delighted in tales where the mad old monk ignored—or even mocked—authority, defied common sense, never neglected the wine, yet still managed to save the day. Ji Gong remains popular in China even today, where he regularly appears as the wise old drunken fool in movies and TV shows. In Adventures of the Mad Monk Ji Gong, you'll read how he has a rogue's knack for exposing the corrupt and criminal while still pursuing the twin delights of enlightenment and intoxication. This literary classic of a traveling martial arts master, fighting evil and righting wrongs, will entertain Western readers of all ages!
Now you will feel the teeth inside the tiger’s lips.” With that he moved in with his scimitar for the kill. But just then he heard a voice speaking words with a special meaning to men of the Greenwood. The voice came from among the trees just to the west of where he was standing. “The pieces fit together, and now it is fitting that you should yield to me!” Wang Gui turned his head to look and saw two men coming toward him. The foremost had bright red hair and the lower part of his face had been
down. “What is your honorable name, Headman Liu?” “You’re a man with feelings to call me Headman Liu and then to ask my honorable name,” said the headman. “Well, where are we going, since you’re inviting me?” asked the monk. “Just opposite the Longyou yamen,” answered headman Liu. “There is a large restaurant that has everything, whatever you want to eat or drink, and I’m not stingy. I have an account there, though I haven’t a cash in my pocket.” “That’s it, then,” said the monk. And so as
called for wine and drunk two cups, he thought to himself, “Everyone called to me in greeting, and I didn’t greet anyone. That was wrong of me.” He quickly got up and went to say a word to his friends. When he had finished speaking to them, he turned and went back to his table. Suddenly his eyes widened in fright, and his mouth dropped open in an idiotic expression. The demon-chasing, five-thunders, eight-trigram prince’s tally was gone! CHAPTER 5 Zhao Wenhui goes to the West Lake to visit Ji
treasured piece, would he not go to the local officials? Would not the local officials carry out extensive investigations to get to the bottom of it? Could the great numbers of suspects escape from being brought in to be questioned, and perhaps from being beaten to death?” So saying, he took out fire-making implements and set fire to one of the paper-covered window lattices. As the two men fled from the estate over the roofs, they could see the light from a great fire behind them. It was like a
shame Can hearts like ours so fill with joy, Having now found Spring Fragrance here And heard her tale of misery? Her purity, her firm resolve She kept despite men’s treachery. And though she had to wait for us, We’ve waited long for such as she. Su Beishan was eager to show off his ability to write verses. What he wrote was: Ranking with ivory and precious gems, Among the luxuries our trade with Indochina brings, Are feathers of the brilliant kingfisher The magic alchemy of this