紫微星会

Lay down arms, cultivate letters; the Purple Star shines bright. A common man bears responsibility, one word makes him sovereign. No king, no emperor, yet he settles the world—the first to come from the fields.

Strange arts slay without a blade; lay down arms and the sun and moon rise high. Sages of three faiths dwell together—how can demons escape? The sage star appears in the south; from the fields a new Washington arises. This one is the Purple Star; holding the middle, he settles the realm.

He is neither monk nor priest; the True Buddha dwells not in temples. He holds Maitreya's primal teaching. The coming teacher descends—not in mansions or palaces, but in a humble cottage, scattering gold.

The Jade Mountain Lad speaks of the mystic—each word and line has its appointed time. To know the sage's true origin, look but to the season of Hare and Dragon. His surname and name: beside the timber stands a single peak, made clear of itself. Under heaven two parts suffer, yet the Central Land alone is at peace. When chaos first parts sun and moon, the Purple Star shines and settles the realm. A son from the fields whom all revere; all beneath heaven turns its heart toward him. Lay down arms, cultivate letters, and the world is governed; rivers run clear, seas grow calm, and prosperity reigns. Sages of three faiths dwell together; every nation and isle bows to the sage's light. Who grasps the meaning, wealth and honor follow to this day; who decodes the mystic through and through, is the first of Penglai.