The first time I transmigrated, I ended up in the wrong place.
The second time, I got the right place. Unfortunately, I became an impoverished young nobleman with a stutter.
After enduring countless hardships, Luo Huaichuan began calling Emperor Renzong his master and himself the emperor’s disciple. He swore brotherhood with Liu Yong, Fan Zhongyan, and Ouyang Xiu, forged life-and-death bonds with the great Neo-Confucian thinkers of the Northern Song, Cheng Yi, Cheng Hao, and Zhang Zai, and eventually became inseparable friends with the three great figures of the Su family. Together, they lived through one astonishing, suspenseful, and thought-provoking tale after another. In the end, Luo carried on Shao Yong’s legacy and brought the brilliance of Xiantian studies of the Book of Changes to new heights.
Emperor Renzong: “Little Master, aren’t you known as ‘the divine swindler, Little Shao Yong’? You can supposedly tell fortunes and read the future.”
Luo Huaichuan: “Of course. I’m the genuine article.”
Emperor Renzong: “Then how come your prediction that I’d have a son to inherit the throne didn’t come true? All three of my princes died young. Your predictions aren’t very reliable.”
Luo Huaichuan: “Your Majesty, does an adopted son not count as a son?”
Emperor Renzong: …
“Song of the Diviner”
Today I enter the mortal world, alone beneath the cold frost and snow. To fulfill my soaring ambition, I set sail alone on a distant voyage.
Plum blossoms and peonies are easy to understand; all begins with a single line. The hidden and obscure are hard to fathom. I wait for those in future generations to carry it on.
