Painting Chinese immortals using dry ink brushwork by 字芾瑜号澄怀(概念写意)
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Painting Chinese immortals using dry ink brushwork by 字芾瑜号澄怀(概念写意)
Art for International Women's Day
Source: FRZ Weibo
Mazu, Empress of Heaven and Patron Goddess of the Sea
Mazu if she was in LMK! I finally have a design for her, I really enjoy it! I’ve been planning on making Zhēnzhu’s mother figure/boss for a while.
Mazu worshipper
a flag for anyone who worships Mazu,the Chinese goddess of the sea !
any religion is free to use this as long as you worship her (duh)
exclusive to bodily Chinese and Taiwanese people !
tagging : @accessibilitea
Musing on Chinese Religion and Respect 2: Electric Boogaloo
...Sometimes, even mentioning the dumpster fire of discourse feels like you are adding more fuel and stopping it from dying out, which is why this unfinished draft has been lying in my folder for a long, long time.
Let's just say, I'm both angry enough to finish it because of recent stuff, and calmed down enough to try and write something at least a little productive and informational to casual readers.
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In my previous musing, I've mentioned that vernacular novels are Not Scriptures, even though characters from vernacular novels did get worshipped in Chinese folk religion.
Well, the part of JTTW adjacent fandoms who don't make that distinction tends to reduce it to "You can't ship Buddhist monks and Buddhist deities"...but with the curious exception of SWK.
And honestly, the idea that 1592 novel Sun Wukong, who's completely uninterested in sex and romance because that's not his allegorical function, needs to experience Love and Passion and everything encompassed by the umbrella term Qing?
It's already there in the late Ming Supplement to the West.
Well, he needs to experience Qing in order to realize its emptiness and illusory nature for that particular novel. In a way, the modern SWK romances are our quirky continuation of that tradition.
But these folks aren't interested in symbolism and non-literal reading, just "I've been telling people not to ship Buddhists/monks, but SWK is also a Buddhist and I'm into a SWK ship, how do I reconcile my own arbitary, conflicting and frankly unnecessary standards".
(Oh, the Ming lewd monk jokes and "monastery = places of gay" association y'all have no idea of...)
Most simply handwaved it with "He's not a Buddhist in this adaptation" or "Well if we disallow SWK shippings we'll have very little popular pairings left".
Okay, you do you, though I dunno who has given you the idea that shipping needs some kind of Seal of Approval in the first place.
Maybe it's the tiny minority who take the enforcement of vows of celibacy over fictional Buddhists way too seriously, and believes that:
SWK is clearly part of the Buddhist pantheon
Calling him a fictional character = calling the religion fake and thus being disrespectful
If SWK is to be considered a fictional character, then one is also saying that every other member of the Buddhist-Daoist pantheon that appeared in vernacular novels are fictional.
There are so many holes in this argument, it's hard to know where to begin, but this is kinda symptomatic of the Dumpster Fire Stuff I'll be getting into later, so bear with me for a sec.
First: What kind of god is SWK in the context of IRL Worship?
Sun Wukong attains Buddha-hood at the end of JTTW novel, but outside of the story, he is not exactly a "Buddhist" god in the same way Bodhisattva Guanyin is.
Rather, he is an amalgation of vernacular fiction, Xuanzang's IRL pilgrimage, Chinese monkey legends, and monkey worship in Fujian (which didn't worship a specific god that's exactly like Novel! SWK prior to the novel, but a bunch of monkey deities).
He is best classified as a folk religion deity, whose worship is highly regional in nature, and mostly popularized by the Ming vernacular novel.
It is also perfectly normal and not too uncommon for IRL Chinese Buddhists and Daoists to think of JTTW as just fiction. In fact, there are Chinese Buddhists who personally find JTTW disrespectful because it turns historical Xuanzang into a caricature.
In the autobiography of Yang Jie, the director of JTTW '86, she mentioned that she tried to get a renowned Buddhist named Zhao Puchu to write calligraphy for the title, and he refused because of his rejection of JTTW's portrayal of Xuanzang.
(The crew also got barred from a temple on Mt. Jiuhua, whose monks were like "Your Party destroyed our temple and statue and forced us into hard labor during the Cultural Revolution, I'm not letting y'all in here if you won't even offer a single incense and pay your respect to the Bodhisattva.")
(However, in another temple on the same mountain, the monks are very curious about the filming process, helped the director when she nearly had a heat stroke, and welcome her warmly when she revisited the temple several years later.)
Heck, going back 400+ years, in Pu Songling's Liaozhai Zhiyi, he made it pretty clear that he doesn't believe in Sun Wukong as a religious deity, despite writing a story about the Great Sage!
Are the IRL Buddhist monks, who actually received ordination and lived in a temple, "disrespectful" because they don't believe in a folk religion deity from a vernacular novel and prefer to stick to the more canonical sutras?
Are you somehow "disrespectful" for liking JTTW novel and adaptations, just because some monks don't like it?
Clearly not. You can be a faithful monk, priest, or lay Buddhist/Daoist while still seeing SWK as a fictional character. You can just be one of the atheist/agnostic majority who enjoys JTTW as a good story.
You can be a lay practitioner who believed in SWK as a more Daoist god, or straight-up didn't care about what the Buddhists said, like folk religion had always done——"Care not for canon nor scriptures nor orthodoxy, only that your prayers and offerings work and your deity is pleased."
Heck, to use Argument #3 as an example, you are perfectly capable of thinking SWK is a fictional character, while believing that all the other Daoist gods and immortals are real, because the variant of folk religion pantheon you grow up takes more inspiration from institutional Daoism than JTTW.
Like, seriously, if you want to be really doctrinal about Buddhist canons, you shouldn't even be worshipping SWK or treating JTTW like sutras.
Conversely, if you want to worship SWK like his IRL folk worshippers, it will do you well to acknowledge the laid-back, diffused, widely diverse nature of Chinese folk religions and stop beating people with the "respect" stick.
Second: Again, what Does "Respect" Even Mean?
🎃Happy Halloween🎃
Halloween night had settled over the neighborhood like a cozy, magical blanket—glowing pumpkins on porches, orange lights strung from houses, and children running around in excited sugar-charged packs. It was the kind of night where laughter floated in the air as easily as falling leaves.
Oswald and Felix stood proudly at the front of the group, dressed as Ghostbusters, complete with little homemade proton packs buzzing with harmless, flickering lights. Behind them came a giggling trail of their children—tiny ghosts hidden under white sheets with cut-out eye holes wobbling as they walked. Every few steps, one of the “ghosts” bumped into another and fell into a pile of giggles. Felix kept pretending to scan them with his “ghost detector,” making silly sound effects, while Oswald dramatically yelled, “We’ve got a Class Five Giggle Ghost on the loose!”
A little farther down the sidewalk, Mickey and Minnie joined the fun—Mickey tall and blocky as Frankenstein, with green makeup and bolts on his neck, and Minnie dressed in the classic black-and-white gown with the iconic lightning streak in her hair, playing her role with exaggerated elegance. At their sides, Pluto and Figaro wore tiny scientist coats and goggles, holding clipboards as if they were the ones who had created the monsters. Pluto took his role very seriously, sniffing Mickey constantly as if checking for “scientific abnormalities,” while Figaro simply strutted with an air of superiority.
Nearby, Cuphead and Bendy made quite the dramatic pair—Cuphead an aristocratic vampire, cape flowing behind him, and Bendy dressed as the sworn vampire hunter, wielding a wooden stake prop. The twist? They couldn’t stop flirting.
Cuphead leaned in, voice silky, “Careful, hunter… I bite.”
Bendy smirked, poking his chest with the prop stake. “Try it, and I’ll stake you until you fall into my arms unable to do something.”
Their three children walked ahead of them:
Celine, a sparkly princess with a tiara that shined under the streetlights.
Mady, a tiny skeleton with glow-in-the-dark bones painted on her arms and face.
Cendrick, an excited dragon who kept roaring at anyone who complimented his costume.
Meanwhile, Mugman and Cala Maria strolled hand-in-hand, dressed as charming pirates. Mugman carried Mazu, one of their baby twins—dressed as a plump little pumpkin—happily gnawing on a marshmallow like it was treasure. Cala Maria held Pearl, the other pumpkin twin, peacefully asleep against her shoulder, rocking her gently as she hummed a sea shanty under her breath. Their costumes came with tiny toy ships attached to their hats, swaying as they walked.
Boris was the wild card of the night—wrapped in bandages from head to toe as a mummy. He popped out from behind bushes, trees, and mailboxes, giving playful “boos” that startled kids before handing them candy as a peace offering. He filmed everything with his little hand-held camera, narrating dramatically:
“And here we see the rare Ghost-Parade in its natural habitat… Oh! A vampire attempting to seduce a vampire hunter—scandalous! Back to you, Boris!”
Every so often, he would steal a piece of candy from someone’s bucket—with a guilty grin—and film himself eating it as “evidence of the mummy curse.”
Together, the group made their way from house to house, the night full of giggles, playful scares, and shared warmth. Parents chatted, kids compared candy, and laughter echoed down the street like a happy haunted melody.
When the night began to wind down, they gathered around a park fountain lit by purple Halloween lanterns. The children sat in a circle, trading candy, while the adults relaxed with warm drinks. Felix had one ghost-child curled up on his lap; Oswald leaned on his shoulder, content. Cuphead fed Bendy a piece of chocolate dramatically “for energy,” Mugman gently swayed to keep Mazu sleepy and satisfied, and Minnie fixed a crooked bow on Celine’s dress.
It was spooky, silly, warm, chaotic—and perfectly them.
A Halloween worth remembering. 🎃👻
General Shi Lang with a group of dignitaries at a well by the sea (c. 1800s). Rijksmuseum.