heavenly prince!

It was there, glowing and yet unseen, in the center of his forehead. An all-seeing eye. Heaven's eye. And it knew the lies they spoke. unaffiliated blog for the mythological figure erlang shen aka yang jian from Shan-hai Ching and Journey to the West. inspired heavily by wuxia and literary works like Dream of Red Lanterns and Romance of the Three Kingoms. Heavy historical references. written by axa

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possible psd change. thoughts? not the size, only the color. i like green. all of my blogs are kermit.

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                  and all those who shall pass will tell me, ’oh, what a beautiful flower.’

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'he hates sun wukong' cranky because ur not the monkey king, aren't we erlang shen?

LISTEN

because it took an entire 3 books just to get him and da ji to stop their bullshit. 

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im going back to sleep but starter call.

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Make way!

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sun wukong: *exists*

erlang shen:

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When dealing with the diablo brothers, he chose to fling himself into the maw of Mo Lishou's beast and was thus eaten alive. However, as he was still inside of the beast's belly, he transformed himself into something bigger and exploded out of its confines. He transformed into the elephant soon after, pretending to be Lishou's pet until he was able to trample him to death. Ironically, Jiang Ziya still takes credit for this battle and Yang Jian just lets him get away with it.

As a running joke in some media, he loses track of when he is transformed into a disguise or not and sometimes slips into them as a subtle reflex, often times scaring his companions.

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yanbawang.

‘ EVEN  IF  THE  THIRD  EYE  DID  NOT  SHINE ,  this  one  would  never  lie  to  Your  Highness. ’  In his calloused hand ,  Hongyan clutched the white jade seal  :  symbol of the mandate.  A ridiculous trinket passed through the ashen and bloodied fingers of all the people he wanted to protect.  Even more ridiculous when a true ‘ Son of Heaven, ’  whose blood was of divine jade ,  stood before him with a face more beautiful than the sunlight glazing fields of wheat ,  a presence overwhelming in compassion that sickened and comforted mortals. ‘ This  one  saw  Your  Highness…  once  from  afar ,  when  he  was  but  a  boy  and  the  late  emperor  still  sat  on  this  very  throne. ’

‘ War  is  the  means  to  which  the Great  Huáng  will  achieve  true  unity.  Your  Highness  seeks  justice ,  as  is  your  right.  Yet  justice  thrives  not  between  attrition  and rebellions.  This  one  shall  not  stop  the  conquests  ——  not  when  he  has  become  the  lonesome  one  and  inherited  these  dreams. ’  Hongyan set the seal with a heavy thump against the throne’s arm.  He leaned forward ,  with his head lowered in reverence.  ‘ I  only  ask  :  will  Your  Highness  carve  out  this  heart  as  tyrannical ,  right  here  and  now?  This  one  shall  give  his  own  knife.  Or  will  the  prayers  of  the  people ,  of  this  one ,  be  heard? ’  

                 his  eyes  are  like  those  of  a  great  condor.  watching  and  waiting  for  the  weakness  of  wounded,  would-be  prey  and  no  less  pervasive  when  they  found  none.  the  invitation  has  invited  him  to  an  entrapment  of  words.  and  his  gaze,  while  full  of  mercy  and  acknowledgement  for  the  copious  flattery  offered  him,  was  no  less  gentle  than  before.  

❝ what  says  the  mandate  of  heaven?  that  the  son  of  the  celestial  empire  must  be  many  things.  strong  in  the  pursuit  of  justice,  in  his  giving  of  food  and  wealth,  and  that  he  must  love  his  people  as  if  they  were  born  from  his  blood.  the  people  are  of  supreme  importance,  it  is  written.  that  then  the  altars  are  to  be  taken  care  of,  and  then  lastly  His  Majesty. ❞  

the  god  hums,  raising  his  cherished  oval  fan  from  his  belt  to  ease  the  summer  heat.  the  emperor  was  pure  fire.  a  phoenix  that  could  bring  attention  from  the  room  in  a  matter  of  seconds. stately  and  perhaps  at  times  uncouth.  a  man  from  the  people.  a  man  of  righteous  blood  and  powerful  intellect.    ❝ your  majesty  invokes  our  name  for  justice  and  suggests  that  we  would  seek  to  replace  him.  but  is  that  not  the  job  of  the  people,  through  the  right  of  rebellion? ❞ 

he  moves  fluidly  through  the  room,  his  stature  tall  and  his  body  slender.  braids  of  black  hair  are  long,  tied  neatly  at  his  waist  to  show  his  many  years,  but  stark  against  the  pale  yellow  of  his  clothes.  

❝ heaven  can  see  and  hear,  and  does  so  through  the  eyes  and  ears  of  its  subjects;  heaven  rewards  the  virtuous  and  punishes  the  wicked,  and  it  does  so  through  the  people... so  last  is  but  a  question. ❞    yang  jian  stopped  dead  in  his  pacing,  turning  to  offer  a  curious  glance  toward  his  comely  host.    ❝ your  majesty,  which  do  you  deserve?  virtuous  reward  or  wicked  punishment? ❞

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most of my interpretation is going to come from Bao Lian Deng  and  Fengshen Yanyi,  in which when Erlang's Shen’s mother was tasked with limiting mortal desire, she fell in love with his father whom was mortal. He had siblings, Yang Jiao and Yang Chan, and his mother, father and brother were killed for their union. Shit hits the fan and he goes ham for revenge. In the myth of Mount Tao, he cleaves a mountain in half with his blade and proceeds to murder nine of the Jade Emperor's sons for vengeance. and then in other myths, he transforms into odd things in order to scare or trick people for fun. In Fengshen Yanyi, he’s a renowned demon hunter that often times helps out other immortal beings in taking down tough spirits.

 -- best part was that his sister marries a mortal man, Liu Yanchang, and has a son by him.  While there are some interpretations that switch Chen Xiang (the child) with Erlang Shen as the antagonist, we don't serve up hipocrisy on this here portrayal and instead go with the idea of him being protective of Chen Xiang since they were essentially born of the same fruit.

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              ❝ to  live  inside  the  palace  is  to  live  inside  a  cage.  the  truth  is  similar  for  the  celestial  court  in  heaven.  for  compensation,  to  gaze  upon  the  three  realms  is  considered  a  gift.  is  it  the  same  for  your  eyes  to  this  kingdom? ❞  //  @nobleconsort

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           ❝ i  question  whether  to  call  you  my  companion,  or  perhaps  my  brother.  and  yet  i  would  pity  you  if  it  were  the  latter.  for  men  have  the  gift  of  a  temporary  hardship.  but  you  have  lasted  and  thrived  as   long  as  we  have. ❞  //  @jyungu

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❝ you  chose  to  do  this  of  your  own  volition. some  will  martyr  you,  others  will  see  you  as  a  threat  to  their  way  of  life.  such  is  the  nature  of  those  who  dwell  in  the  mortal  realm.  but  i  cannot  help  you. ❞   

his  eyes  are  remarkably  hard  for  a  man  that  looks  so  gentle.  jet  black  hair  cascades  in  waves  down  shoulders  and  spine,  the  faintest  sparkle  of  gold  flickering  from  beneath  his  gaze.  there  were  no  words  to  describe  the  service  she  had  provided  to  their  people.  heaven  would  smile  down  upon  her  gratefully,  even  if  the  humans  would  condemn  her  for  her  actions.  though  he  hoped  that  wasn’t  the  case.  he  had  a  place  in  his  heart  for  mercy,  and  he  prayed  that  guan  yin  would  grant  her  powerful  protections  and  furlough  the  inevitable  unrest.

❝ but  the  way  is  hard  and  wet  with  rain. ❞  yang  jian’s  palms  turned  upward,  gesturing  to  the  shadowy,  candle-filled  cavern  that  he  currently  made  his  home.  a  hermit  at  heart,  he  had  made  it  comfortable  with  artistic  paintings  and  old,  unwanted  furniture  lining  the  walls.   ❝ i  request  your  company,   to  sit  and  dine...  though  the  food  is  little. ❞ //  @shehare

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aaaand starter call.

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                ❝ and   who   are   you?  no  fangs,  no  claws.   yet  perhaps  one   who   would   lie   at   the   slightest   provocation? ❞     careful   hands    fold    against    their    middle,   teeth    set    with    his    jaw    squared.    he    scrutinized    every  aspect    of    this    supposed    world-ender,    head    canted    slightly    to    the    right.

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A Chen Kun hair appreciation post :D

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                curiosity    floods    a    noble    visage,    the    eyes    of    the    god    narrowed    while    lost    in    thought.    in    retrospect,    his    previous    encounter    with    elemental    deities    wasn’t    necessarily    friendly.    he’d    imprisoned    and    eventually    destroyed    a    water    dragon,    and    murdered    nine    sun    deities    in    cold-blooded  revenge.  

he   was   no   threat   to   this   boy,   though.   not   in   the   least.  

he    relaxed,    snapping    back    to    the    conversation    at    hand.    one    palm    cradled    a    cup    of    wine    that    he’d    been    nursing,    the    other    laid    back    behind    him    against    a    particularly    large,    puffy    cushion.   ❝ and   you   just   woke   up   there? ❞   //   @cheiian  (chen  jian)

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so apparently erlang shen is in some sort of video game ( not koei’s fengshen yanyi ) and that’s all that’s in his tag and i’m so confused.