Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 93: Xiu Zen Temple Beheading Buddha 10
The Akutagawa Prize is one of Japan's highest awards in the field of pure literature.

Selected from the works published in the previous year, it almost represents the highest quality works of that year.

"This is against the rules, Mr. Gong Cheng!"

Before Ryukawa Toru could say anything, Takeda Maki stood up with a frown on her face.

She once vowed that Ryukawa Toru would never become a famous writer as long as she was around, but once Ryukawa Toru was shortlisted for the Akutagawa Prize, it was almost equivalent to recognizing his orthodox status in Japanese literature.

Snow Country’s terrifying ability to attract new readers, coupled with its orthodox literary status.

The woman clenched her fists. The big man of the Kujo family is so terrifying, but now he can't even deal with a small one?
She still remembers the day she contacted the other party. The other party said that he would cut off all thoughts and that as long as he was around, new literature would not come to the fore.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned around and invited him to participate in the Akutagawa Prize.

The woman felt a burning pain on her face, but Monk Hongping did not look at him. She just looked at Longchuan Che gently.

Inside the Buddhist hall, the Buddha's head was lowered, and the entire Xiuchan Temple was illuminated by warmth.

"Teacher Gong Cheng, this..."

The woman winked at the authors, and an author from the Forum Society stood up and spoke.

"It's really against the rules. The Akutagawa Prize requires a published work, this is The Golden Pavilion."

He didn't finish his words, but Monk Hongping broke the rules. "The Golden Pavilion" has never been released and was only released today.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and many authors stood up after someone else emerged.

They have authors and judges, and most of them are related to this year's Akutagawa Prize.

Dense discussions were heard from all around. The old monk frowned and shouted at the noisy crowd:

"Silence!"

The voice was old and sounded like the roar of a demon. Everyone was frightened by the monk's angry look, including the aggressive Takeda Shinki.

The Buddha’s head is glaring, and the Vajra has lowered brows.

The old man's prestige as the head of the literary world for decades came into play at this moment.

"The monk is possessed by a demon."

The old monk looked at everyone angrily, his wide monk robe fluttering. The two old men sitting next to him sighed.

One is the previous professor of psychology, and the other is an old scholar with the word Waseda written on his pen.

"After all, he is old and doesn't have much time." Kaga Youfeng, who was acquainted with Ryukawa Toru, sighed. He didn't expect that the young man who said he liked to joke was Snake Man, the author of "Snow Country" that they suppressed.

"How to do?"

The old men looked at each other in bewilderment. The monk could keep things calm for a while, but not all the time.

The Akutagawa Prize is a public award, and it is very difficult for an old man to get "The Golden Pavilion" into the prize on his own.

"How is this book?"

Except for the few people who were with Miya Seiichirō, most people didn't even finish watching "The Golden Pavilion".

I read a lot of it in bits and pieces, and all I know is that it’s a story about a disabled monk who searches for the Golden Pavilion and lives in a temple.

"The basic tone is the dualism of good and evil." An old man said.

"The monk Mizoguchi was self-deprecating and dark, and fantasized about destroying the Golden Pavilion to sublimate his body. In this book, beauty and ugliness, light and darkness, life and destruction are in opposition. Beauty is no longer an inhibitor of sin, but a catalyst of sin."

Kinkaku-ji Temple is one of the most beautiful temples in Japan.

The whole body is golden and wrapped in gold foil. It is a precious cultural relic and a famous tourist attraction in Japan.

But such a beautiful building, an ugly monk wanted to destroy it.

Existence and destruction are inherently opposites, and this can be seen in some small details in the fortune-telling of Monk Mizoguchi about the Golden Pavilion.

It was not surprising that he wanted to destroy the Golden Pavilion, but—
We are like kids playing in the mud in the slums, thinking that money, sex, and wealth are everything in life, and that playing in a mud pond is the greatest happiness in life, while being completely unaware of the joy of playing by the sea.

In the story, when Mizoguchi's friend took him to seek pleasure and dissolve the sacredness with carnal indulgence, the monk Mizoguchi said this: He had desires and jealousy, and he longed to sublimate his humanity by destroying the Golden Pavilion.

But he rejected the temptation because of the beauty of the Kinkaku-ji Temple.

Philosophical meaning overflows from this. The evil of human nature has been fully written by Ryukawa Toru, but the great evil in the heart of monk Mizoguchi suppresses the small evil.

"Buddhism, religion, psychology, and a unique aesthetic will."

The old scholar who must have come from Waseda University sighed.

“It is a work that can push class literature to its peak.”

After talking, the old men looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

The old monk only suppressed the others and made them shiver and silent, but when these people stood up together, everyone knew that the nomination of "Golden Pavilion" was a foregone conclusion.

Ichitaro Miyamoto, Yufu Kaga, Susumu Akechi, etc.

These people wrote almost the best articles in modern literature and are also the ones who made the greatest contributions to Japanese literature.

"Let alone the Akutagawa Prize, it would be no problem to promote another literary leader."

Ono Taro, who arrived at Shuzenji Temple at some point, looked at Ryukawa Toru with a complicated expression.

At this time, he was surrounded by writers, and those leading figures all stood up for him. The heavy snow seemed to be crowning him. The emergence of a bright new star in mainstream literature was almost certain.

"If Akutagawa won the championship at the age of 18, what kind of momentum will he have in the future?"

Ono Taro sighed, but at the same time felt a little unwilling.

He found the person, but now he is about to be plucked away by class literature.

The crowd was slowly calmed down by several old men, and Takeda Shinki glared at Ryukawa Toru fiercely.

The shortlisted proposal was passed with the appeasement of several elderly people, and there is a high probability that the Akutagawa Prize will also go to the other party.

"Don't be so proud, Ryukawa Tetsu!"

The woman wanted to look at the other person with this kind of eyes, but she made a magical discovery.

“So peaceful.”

Takeda Shinki was stunned.

When great fame seemed within reach, Ryukawa Toru sat quietly in front of the Buddha statue.

The black cat dozed in his arms, and the flickering flames cast his shadow over the solemn Buddha statue.

He calmly watched this group of people go from being excluded in the beginning, to being accepted, to being praised now.

When everyone accepted and agreed that he should be included in the Akutagawa Prize, he asked calmly while holding the black cat.

"How could I have known that my nature is inherently complete; how could I have known that my nature could give rise to all things? Could I have become the founder of the revival of class literature?"

"Golden Pavilion writes what I think and what I want. If you were here, you would have saved the cat."

Monk Hongping looked at Ryukawa Toru with a compassionate face. Many people don’t know that his experience is very similar to that of Monk Mizoguchi in "The Golden Pavilion".

When he was a child, he was taught the true words by the temple master, and protecting the country and pacifying life was almost his highest ideal.

'That beautiful Golden Pavilion is the lofty ideal I have been pursuing all my life.'

The old monk looked at Longchuan Che kindly. He saw in Longchuan Che that someone could take over his mantle and let his ideas continue to cover this land.

The founder of the revival of class literature, Zen Buddhism Huineng.

Everyone looked at Longchuan Che with different expressions.

There is admiration, envy, and also a lot of jealousy.

Then everyone saw Long Chuan Che take out a piece of manuscript paper and coldly approach the candlelight.

(End of this chapter)