Otherworldly Evil Monarch - chapter-290
“It’s a deal!” Kong Ling Yang didn’t think very highly of Jun Mo
Xie. [He doesn’t have the skill to come up with a counter-verse for Han
Zhi Dong’s verse. And even if he managed to come-up with something…
how could this debauchee’s shallow verse match up to the WenXing
Heavenly Literature Institute’s standard? This is a joke!]
Jun Mo Xie patted his thigh, and crisp ‘pop’ sound echoed. He then
raised a bottle of wine off the table, and put one of his feet on the
chair. He raised his head upwards, drank a mouthful of wine and thought
for a while. Then, he looked upwards once more, drank a mouthful of wine,
and continued to ponder.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Jun Mo Xie. Even the Emperor was no
exception. There was look of interest and a faint trace of coldness in
the Emperor’s eyes. He would have to re-assess the Jun Family if Jun Mo
Xie was able to come up with an appropriate counter-verse…
Dugu Xiao Yi and Princess Ling Meng gazed at him anxiously. [How’s he
going to win? He will have to face a lot of embarrassment if his verse
isn’t up to the mark…] However, they didn’t speak up since they
didn’t wish to disturb his thoughts.
However, Dugu Ying became anxious as he saw Jun Mo Xie devour over half
of the wine bottle, “Hey…! You aren’t using this opportunity to
drink extra wine, right?”
Dugu Xiao Yi ferociously shot a glance towards her elder brother, “No
one else seems worried about that; so why are you?” Dugu Ying scratched
his head in confusion. He remained seated as his helpless eyes remained
affixed to the wine-bottle in Jun Mo Xie’s hand…
Jun Mo Xie raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. ‘Click!’ A
clear and crisp sound echoed as he said, “I’ve got it!”
Everyone anxiously listened as Jun Mo Xie complacently recited his
counter-verse, “The streets smell sh*t. A man’s sh*t stinks. A
dog’s sh*t stinks. A pig’s sh*t stinks. Sh*t stinks sh*it stinks, and
shit*y sh*t stinks. To have one’s name go down in history — a scholar
must sh*t the most stinky sh*t!”
It seemed as if everyone had been thunderstruck!
“That’s amazing! Really Amazing! To use ‘stink’ to counter
‘fragrance’, and ‘sh*t’ to counter ‘flowers’… Gluah,
gluah…” Tang Yuan hurriedly spoke up in praise. However, he hadn’t
even finished his sentence when his mouth started to nauseate with a
‘gluah’ sound. He then became speechless as his belly expressed a
strong desire to vomit…
Such a pair of counter-verses… was too nauseating. This couplet could
make anyone nauseate. Therefore, it wouldn’t be strange if people were
to vomit… especially after eating a heavy meal…
Everyone had a weird look on their faces. They looked at Jun Mo Xie with
grief and indignation. Suddenly, a ‘gluah’ sound was heard. Silver
Blizzard City’s Little Princess Han Yan Meng clutched her mouth and ran
out. Several young maidens followed after her with their mouths
Finally Dugu Xiao Yi followed after them with her mouth clutched. She
shot Jun Mo Xie a quick hateful glance before she ran-off…
“Who can dare to say that I’m wrong? I’ve balanced the
unbalanced!” Jun Mo Xie made a rousing call. He then grabbed a crab,
efficiently fished out the meat, put it in his mouth, and started to chew.
Everyone watched as he started to chew that yellow-colored crab meat.
Suddenly, everyone’s complexion turned pale as they recalled the
counter-verse he had just spoken…
Everyone was left dumbfounded. This antithetical couplet was indeed a
fitting match. Moreover, the counter-verse had come as a ruthless abuse
that had been aimed at these talented scholars. The phrase “A scholar
must sh*t the most stinky sh*t” had left the two Old Masters trembling
in anger. Kong Ling Yang and Mei Gao Jie made no comments as far as the
metrical aspects of the counter-verse was concerned… however…
[You came-up with this counter-verse while everyone was eating their
meal. Aren’t you deliberately trying to make us look bad? Your verse
may have been up to the mark, but you’ve surely killed everyone’s
“Time to reverse the wheel; now it’s my turn to ask the question!”
Jun Mo Xie complacently waved the half-the-crab that remained in his
hand, “I recall that I was at my home about a fortnight ago… I was
reading poetry… when suddenly… an old friend of my grandfather’s
showed up. He left a deep impression on me because of his strange name
and surname; his Surname was ‘He’… and name was ‘Shang’… He
gifted my grandfather a picture he had painted with his own hands. It was
a Lotus’s painting. He consulted my grandfather with a poetic verse
before he left. My Grandfather has asked several people, but no one has
been able to answer it…”
Dugu Xiao Yi and the other women returned to the hall. Their pale faces
and hateful eyes were bitterly glaring at Jun Mo Xie. In fact, it seemed
as if they were itching to bite him.
Someone asked out of curiosity before Jun Mo Xie got a chance to
continue, “What was the specific verse Third Young Master Jun?”
“That verse was very simple. It only had 7 words in it — Picture a
lotus above a monk’s Picture.” Jun Mo Xie groaned twice as he tossed
this phrase out. He had used his grandfather as a tool to conjure this
shady trickery. He was aware that his grandfather wouldn’t betray him.
There were too many people whom he’d never trust. However, his
grandfather was amongst the people he considered the most worthy of his
Grandpa Jun would never wipe his buttocks with his own grandson’s face.
Therefore, Jun Mo Xie could tell such lies with a straight face in public
“Picture a lotus above a monk’s Picture… Picture a lotus above a
monk’s Picture…” Everyone frowned as they repeated this verse. This
verse seemed very simple, but it was quite complicated; it left
everyone’s pumping cold air…
It didn’t matter which side one looked at the poetic verse from… one
would only see the man’s name and gift embedded into the poetry.
Moreover, the end and the beginning of the verse were exactly the same.
However, they were inverted with respect to each other.
Every expert poet in the room frowned. They had never imagined that this
incompetent debauchee would be able to come up with such a difficult
Every scholar from the WenXing Heavenly Literature Institute found
themselves looped in a puzzle of unprecedented difficulty. They puckered
their brows as they racked their brains to find a solution.
Jun Mo Xie had put-up this verse even though he didn’t know the
counter. The fact that he had put-up this puzzle could not be reversed.
He would find himself in trouble if the opposition was unable to come-up
with a fitting reply. This was because he would have to answer the riddle
if they weren’t able to. And every person from the institute was likely
to gang-up on him if he wasn’t able to answer his own riddle…
The solution to this puzzle would come like a miracle to them; and they
needed this miracle to happen!
Wouldn’t it be a matter of shame if the entire brain-power of the
Institute was unable to solve an incompetent debauchee’s puzzle…?
Therefore, everyone racked their brains, and came up with multiple
solutions after applying various kinds of creative concepts. However,
none of the counter-verses seemed to be of sufficient quality.
These gifted scholars were required to come-up with a reply before an
incense stick burns out. This made them worry more and more as time
The two masters of the Institute were struggling as well!
Mei Gao Jie’s eyebrows were puckered as he paced back and forth. He’d
shake his head from time to time and then mutter, “No. That won’t
do.” Then, he’d attempt to try a different angle.
Old Master Kong Ling Yang was motionless. His eyes were shut. His face
was angled towards the heavens. He was immersed in a deep thought.
However, if one looked from a distance… they’d see the dark of his
gloomy facial wrinkles… his silver-grey and snow-like hair falling over
his face. One couldn’t help but feel a strange sadness as they’d look
at his face.
This verse was meant as a puzzle for the disciples of the Institute.
Therefore, the participation of the two old masters of the Institute
would be considered illegal. However, this matter related to the
reputation of this ancient Institute. Hence, the two old masters
couldn’t help themselves…
Jun Mo Xie didn’t care much about it. He wouldn’t have bothered if
ten-twenty masters of the institute were to participate… let alone
Time passed very gradually. The smoke from the incense stick continued to
rise in spirals until its entire body turned to ashes.
Their miracle didn’t happen!
“I have nothing! I concede my defeat!” Han Zhi Dong’s head was hung
low in disappointment. He couldn’t help but feel frustrated within his
heart. How could a top-scholar from the WenXing Heavenly Literature
Institute lose to this brat…?!
He wished he were dead…
“No! You lost, but you’re not to be blamed for it. Well, the blame
isn’t limited to you!” Jun Mo Xie half-leaned into his chair as he
extended his finger and gently rowed it. “You’re not to blame for
this bet against me! You can at-best be considered a chess piece in this
game; and a very ordinary one at that. You’re not qualified to make a
bet with me! No matter which way you see it… you’re not even
qualified to make a bet against me! You’re too beneath my own self for
Then, Jun Mo Xie tilted his head and smiled as he looked at the Kong Ling
Yang and Mei Gao Jie, “Masters? What do you have to say?”
“We’ve lost.” The faces of the two old men looked dazed. They had
arrived here in high spirits as the two lead-representatives of the
WenXing Heavenly Literature Institute — an institution that was
publicly accepted to be the biggest and wisest talent hub of the Empire.
However, they had unexpectedly suffered a crushing defeat at Jun Mo
Xie’s hands. The two old masters felt as their lives had been turned
into a living-death.
Kong Ling Yang’s lips trembled as he spoke in a soft voice, “This Old
Man shall keep his promise. The WenXing Heavenly Literature Institute
will never speak of poetry in front of Jun Mo Xie.”
There was absolute silence in the hall for a while.
Jun Mo Xie sighed. The characters of these two men had earned them a lot
of respect in his heart. He hadn’t wished for them to be subjected to
such a plight. These two men had set-up the WenXing Heavenly Literature
Institute on their own merit. They would hand-pick their disciples
personally, and would nurture the Empire’s talent pool with their
inexhaustible efforts. They had never disregarded the poor and lowly.
Their only selection-criteria had been the disciple’s intellect and
learning ability. They had solemnly ignored the riches of life, and had
stayed away from the political influence of Imperial Ministers. They were
genuinely worthy of the Hitman’s admiration in this regard.
These two men were certainly admirable. However, they had some
short-comings. Their knowledge and teachings were surely worthy of
respect, but their ideology and methods were mistaken. They would pay
note to a disciple’s intellect and learning ability, but they’d
neglect his other character-traits.
A teacher mustn’t limit to imparting knowledge alone.
Jun Mo Xie had always believed that — Teachers are the engineers of the
These masters were certainly the greatest of their generation. They had
imparted a vast base of knowledge to their disciples. Their disciples
were well-versed with poetry. They were well-versed with strategic ploys.
They were well-trained to handle important political positions. They were
certain to find success in their careers if they were able to put this
training to use; and quickly at that. However, the two masters had
neglected that their disciples would act selfishly if they weren’t good
men at heart. Their actions would only revolve around their person glory,
wealth, and profits… as such, they’d make terrible servants to the
people of the Empire.
It was needless to say that these two masters had nurtured thousands of
the disciples under theirs’ and the WenXing Heavenly Literature
Such individuals would be bound to act for their own selfish interests
once they were to leave the Institute and embark on their bureaucratic
journey… regardless of their inherent social wealth or status.
Moreover, these disciples were educated at the WenXing Heavenly
Literature Institute, and were likely to acquire top positions in the
powerful factions and families. In fact, even the worst of them were
bound to make low level officials… such as clerks or book-keepers…
How much harm could they cause to the society if their characters
weren’t shaped with appropriate moral education? The damage they could
cause was unimaginable.
This was the reason why Jun Mo Xie disapproved of them. In fact, he
didn’t merely disapprove of them… he despised them.
The two old masters were extremely enraged. However, Jun Mo Xie didn’t
believe that they had been wronged. Rather, he believed that they had
been served well.
[I’m not a good person. Nor do I care about the sufferings of the
people on this land. However, if you bully me like that — I shall not
be reluctant to stand-in for the heaven’s punishment!]
[These worldly matters, ah!] Jun Mo Xie sighed. Then, the Hitman Jun
suddenly turned into a champion for a cause. He had started to think very
nobly of himself — [I shall relieve people of their pains and
sufferings no matter which world I live in. I shall emerge when people
are in dire need…] Well, that situation hadn’t arisen yet…
The term we’ve used to describe Jun Mo Xie’s poetry is
‘Counter-Verse’. The most appropriate term would be ‘Antithetical
Couplet’. An Antithetical Couplet is a verse of poetry which
counterpoints its counterpart verse. In China, such poetic verses are
often drawn or written on paper/wood, and are used as decorations. The
competitions described in these chapters were known to be a popular
intellectual pastime in ancient China.
This verse is situationally untranslatable to some extent. The verse is
‘Hua Shang He Hua He Shang Hua’ in the native language. The man’s
name is ‘He Shang’. ‘He’ means ‘poetic rhyme’. ‘Shang’
means ‘above’. ‘Hua’ means ‘drawing’ or
‘Painting/Picture’. ‘He Shang’ means ‘monk’. ‘He Hua’
means ‘Lotus’. It’s basically the same thing in reserve. Hua Shang
He… Hua… He Shang Hua… And he only uses the man’s name [He
Shang… means monk] and his drawing [Hua]… of a lotus [He Hua] to
create a situationally complex rhyme [Rhyme is written as ‘He’ in the