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Manual of Jiu Yin Yields Great Evils
In honour of Jin Yong’s martial world
Within the scrolls of shattered fate,
The Jiu Yin Manual, sealed in hate.
Script of Dao, once pure and wise,
Now cloaked in blood beneath the skies.
First scribed by one with scholar’s grace,
Huang Shang fled the warlord’s chase.
He sought no throne, nor golden blade,
Yet inked a power heaven-made.
Through bitter years and silent pain,
He birthed a text of ghostly strain.
Its verses bend both limb and breath,
A dance with life, a game with death.
Yet heroes rise, and villains scheme—
Each sees a weapon in the dream.
Ouyang Feng with heart corrupt,
Twisted its flow, drank poison’s cup.
While Guo Jing trained with honor deep,
He bore the weight that others reap.
For not the book, but heart within,
Decides if virtue stands or sin.
The Condor soared above the tide,
As love and loss walked side by side.
And Yang Guo, with his untamed flame,
Knew well that power earns no name.
So whisper not that skill is fate,
Nor think the strong alone are great.
The Manual yields what lies inside—
A master’s path or demon’s pride.
Let swordsmen learn from tales once told:
Not all that’s written should be gold.
For scrolls may tempt, and pride may fall…
Yet spirit pure outshines them all.
In my assessment, Jin Yong used the Jiu Yin Zhen Jing not merely as a martial manual, but as a literary symbol—a test of character, where knowledge itself is neutral but may be twisted by greed or sanctified through integrity. This duality enriches the moral fabric of his novels and reflects Confucian, Taoist, and Buddhist thought interwoven in Wuxia fiction.
