Great Zhou Shenjing.

A magnificent building and an elegant and spacious theater.

Hundred Gardens is a place where all opera troupes must compete, and the world's best actors all take it as the highest glory to sing on stage here, if they can make a name for themselves here, they must be worth a hundred times, and the world knows it.

"Bell!"

As the gong sounded, the curtain opened.

In the arranged scene, the characters in the costumes have long been waiting behind the scenes, moving as the gong sounds.

There are gods, ghosts, official eunuchs and county orders in this drama, and more people.

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

The stage sang lively, but there were only a few people in the audience.

This is not a formal performance, but a rehearsal.

As the drums ended, the front and back of the stage walked out and stood in front.

"Yu everyone, how are you arranged?"

"But what's wrong?"

The troupe master carefully stood below and used his pen next to the middle-aged scribe who was recording, seemingly attaching great importance to the other party's opinion.

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

However, when everyone talks about him, most of the first thing that comes to mind is not the script he wrote.

It's the story between him and the Empty Dust Daojun in the past.

Yu Shiguang stopped the Empty Dust Dao Monarch in front of the gate of Yanding Mansion, counted the Immortal Saints, and finally was given the Empty Dust Dao Monarch an elixir to save the old mother's stubborn illness, and now it has already become a beautiful conversation.

But now, as this story spreads all over the world, even the original empty dust Daojun did not recite the Tao Te Ching, and it has been interpreted with various deep meanings.

Everybody says it.

"The text of the scriptures is for mortals to understand the true meaning of the immortals, how can the immortals read it. ”

"Where did the identity of the immortals come from, this Yu Shiguang has eyes and does not know the true immortals, which is really ridiculous. ”

However, Daojun did not care about such things, but gave the elixir because of Yu Shiguang's filial piety, which shows the generosity of Daojun's heart. ”

"Do you say that the story in "Tianxian Pei" is true?"

"My son has a good character and looks like Dong Yong, why don't any fairies take a fancy to me?"

Because Yu Shiguang's identity background is quite legendary, and he is a figure whose reputation spreads all over the world, he has attracted friends from all sides.

In this Great Zhou Shenjing, it can be said that he has a lot of reputation, and he has a wide range of friends, and even often goes in and out of the palace.

The master of this troupe and the excellent actors on the stage naturally obeyed Yu Shiguang's words, and even expected to use Yu Shiguang's fame to become famous all over the world.

The middle-aged scribe stopped writing: "There is nothing wrong with the whole. ”

"It's just that the strength of some dramas is not enough, so I will go back and change it, but it will not delay the time on stage. ”

The troupe owner was overjoyed: "Then it will trouble everyone else." ”

On the way to dusk, Yu Shiguang bought a jar of wine on the way home, and went home to use the candle to repair the script he wrote.

Candlelight stained tears, falling layer by layer.

Yu Shiguang finally put down the 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 the Empty Dust Dao Monarch borrowed the Heaven and Earth in the Cup to make his dream turn for a lifetime, he has always been able to have some strange dreams.

There are demons and monsters in the dream, as well as strange things about gods and gods, and there are also scenes related to people and things around them and heard.

These are the sources of inspiration for his plays.

The building of the shrine is shrouded in mist.

The bright moon in the sky was so big that it seemed to be about to collide, and the moonlight illuminated the fairy palace, revealing a spiritual rhyme.

Yu Shiguang was drunk, shaking his head,

Turning his head to look around, the sky was wide open.

The Divine Palace Immortal City is at the foot, and the four sides are the vast sea of clouds.

Yu Shiguang pointed to the fairy palaces with a smile and said, "This time, I actually dreamed of the fairy palace." ”

In this dream, the thirty-six palaces are built layer by layer, the seventy-two halls are guarded in all directions, and the huge fairy city is hidden and quiet.

Turning around, Yu Shiguang looked towards the immortal palace behind him.

The lights are bright, and the chimes are melodious.

An immortal banquet is underway, and the immortals, gods, and heavenly officials on the stage gather in a hall.

Yu Shiguang was frightened, and cautiously walked inside.

Behind the tall pillar, the middle-aged scribe probed his brain.

The immortal in the high place spoke at this time: "Yu Shiguang, since you are here, you will not sit down." ”

"Daojun?"

Yu Shiguang looked up, wasn't the one sitting on it the Empty Dust Daojun?

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

Immediately stepped forward: "Yu Shiguang to meet Daojun." ”

Daojun just waved his hand, and he sat down with peace of mind.

With the sound of immortal music in the divine realm, he carefully tasted the immortal wine and spiritual food on the jade table.

Linger and never want to return.

During the banquet, Daojun asked what script he had written recently.

He directly told Daojun Immortal Sheng about his proud work, and even sang a few words in a playful tone that he thought was the best written.

Most of the stories are metaphorical to current events, either mocking the officialdom of the current dynasty, or using ghosts and gods to pinpoint the evils of the times.

After hearing this, the Cloud God Monarch on the side waved his hand and saw the clouds and mist spinning in the main hall.

The original chime musicians dissipated one by one, and replaced by a play horn in gorgeous clothes falling from the clouds.

The magic lamp is bright, and the moonlight is full of palaces.

These characters are so dazzling.

On the spot, these actors performed the plays that Yu Shiguang said, including the scripts that Yu Shiguang had just written and had not yet had time to really start in the world.

One after another, the hall full of immortals and gods are all watching.

There is laughter, and there is sighing.

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

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

"It's dawn, it's time to go back to the human realm. ”

Yu Shiguang arched his hand and walked outside, the stairs were heavy and endless.

When he walked to the bottom of the Immortal Palace, Yu Shiguang suddenly saw another Immortal Palace not far from the left.

There is a golden plaque hanging in front of the fairy palace, with the big characters of the three dragons flying and the phoenix dancing in the Deyun Palace.

stepped forward on the clouds that covered his knees, and saw that in front of this Deyun Palace, there was a jade tablet.

The stele is engraved with the Tao Sutra, which is called the Merit Sutra.

However, Yu Shiguang, who had read all kinds of Taoist scriptures, felt that this Taoist scripture had never seen this sutra.

Yu Shiguang approached and looked at the tall jade tablet carefully: "What kind of Taoist scripture is this?

Yanding Mansion and the capital were originally places of worship, and now Taoism has become the state religion, and the world's Taoist scriptures are included in Shenjing, even if you haven't seen it, at least you've heard of it.

But this merit has never been seen by Yu Shiguang, and he has not heard a word.

Yu Shiguang felt that this scripture was extraordinary, and took out a pen directly, but could not find the paper.

He directly copied it on the inside of his robe, knelt in front of the Fairyland Deyun Palace, and slowly recorded the content on the jade tablet with one stroke.

When he finished writing the last word.

The sun rose and the light fell on it.

Yu Shiguang woke up directly and found that he was still in Shenjing's house.

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 his dream was so real and dreamlike, he could only shake his head and sigh when he saw that he was still in place when he woke up.

"Sure enough, it was just a dream. ”

"But it's also too beautiful to forget. ”

"If you can go to the real fairyland to see it in your lifetime, it will not be in vain to live and die without regrets. ”

The middle-aged scribe reminisced about the dream, and when he stood up, he suddenly smelled the thick scent of ink in his clothes.

When I lifted my shirt, I found that the white background was already full of words.

The book of merit that he copied in front of the Fairyland Deyun Palace is all in front of him at this moment.

"Just those?"

"Really?"

Yu Shiguang was shocked, and the movement of opening his robe to check the scriptures was a little big, and he tripped the chair directly.

"I actually went to the Upper Realm Immortal Palace?"