A herbal pack normally costs one cent seven,
They charge five cents causing one frightened.
The bad deed remains while the good flies away,
They lose their souls and bodies on the Assembly.
Also there are French-educated doctors,
They even slit the belly of people for silver.
I beg the pardon from the medical elite,
The silvery coinage is an ingratitude.
If you reserve a seat in a Royal Palace,
You should train in decency and nobleness.
Those people who are rustic and candid,
For their next life’s sake, should also practise.
One only tells who is wiser on Judgement day,
Now no one knows who is brass or lead to say.
Formerly, Ngu Vien Ky , three dedicated medics,
Who used medical wisdom to help the public.
The ancient elite braved their hardships,
Provided every one could rely on their tonic.
When your mind is left entirely at peace,
You will thoroughly understand my deep speech.
See who better accounts for social affairs,
And don’t pretend to have your filial piety airs.
Don’t perform much of an extravaganza,
Take my word when your parents are no longer.
This is an exhortation from the Master,
To send them for burial, you offer flowers.
If you want to give your neighbors a treat,
It depends on how you understand the need.
Deep down, the mundane look ludicrous,
To gain veracity, they are not so anxious.
You should pray for your parents yourselves,
Rather than relying on someone else.
In order for their past sins to dwindle away,
It is good that you commit day and night to pray.
Muc Lien saved His mother, it is worth a lesson,
Owing to his filial piety and compassion.
All of you should take this seriously,
For your sake, I clearly tell you this story.
What is the point you hold a luxuriant party,
Where likely arguments destroy harmony?
The earthlings do many strange things,
They don’t follow the truth, but the fallacy.
Don’t send votive monies with the cadaver,
Can the dead take beef and pork you offer?
If you know how to practise filial piety,
While they are alive, nourishing them is better.
By contrast, you behave disobediently,
Abusing parents is not a minority.
Live in such a way that is kind and flexible,
It should be wiser to make your parents happy.
The Way is fundamentally an avenue,
I endeavor to prepare it for all of you.
Don’t boast yourself you are really a hero,
You say it too fluently from your mouth.
For what is it to pretend as gentle people,
As a laughing stock, yet they claim the title.
The meretricious try to make an outreach,
Confusing themselves as heroes as in fable.
Seeing someone in dire straits, they just deride,
They don’t lend a hand nor do they even mind.
They do not feel ashamed of being a man,
They haven't done their duties but are arrogant.
Since, from South to North, I set out my journey,
I traveled to and fro around the country.
I have more than once advised the masses,
That the course of the world is going to crash.
People behave without a self-reflection,
Wherever I go, I have not seen much difference.
The loud chorus, drum beating, utterance,
Those lengthy exorcises create a derision.
I advise all these people to quickly abandon,
Those nonsensical things which should not go on.
Don’t chant, don’t call, don’t dance, that is useless,
These performants may incur a self-destruction.
I don’t care whether or not you listen to me,
I have to say even if you don’t believe.
The Kwan-Yin Southern Sea Buddha and my Master,
Gave me the order to launch this journey.
It is true that Deities never owe anyone' debt,
Why do they ever call them down here for help?
Namo Kwan-Yin Suchness Buddha.
I pray for Lord Buddha now to salvage the world.
I urge you not to scold and scorn the Deities,
Who have since been sparing you from penalties.
Two gods have been recording your behaviors,
The good and the bad, all are from the world.
Which they report to the Heavenly Emperor,
That the cruelties and fallacies go overboard.
The worldlings have been rowdy and precipitous,
The Emperor thought of sending His Destroyer.
The King paced up and down, for a great pity,
Deeply moved by the advent of a tragedy.
At the Imperial Court His jade eyes shed tears,
When He would hardly get over His empathy.
How could I make Him feel no further depression?
I kneel and ask Him to let me launch a mission .
That had been done once and, now in lay body,
I wrote up scriptures with a Mystic prophesy.
The astute people who heard me felt panic,
The ignorant who heard me deemed me sardonic,
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