Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 4 Language Genius

On the third day, we camped by the river in a dry season, and the mother and son read the scriptures first. If they don't eat dinner, I'll have it with the others, or simple pasta soup. Because I live with other maids myself, but the little monk is absolutely VIP and has the best private tent, the classroom is in his tent.

I stunned when I walked into the tent. Gibbs was shaving his head and a dot of fine reddish brown hair spilled over the white cloth surrounding his neck. He saw me and smiled gently, letting me sit beside him for a while.

I was waiting while I couldn't help but gauge his head. His head didn't look like his mother had been deliberately clamped, so his head was perfectly normal. Fortunately, they are in an era and region where monks do not need to burn scars on their heads, otherwise they will suffer more than just flesh and blood, and I fear his near perfect appearance will be damaged as well.

When I think of the burning scar, I can't help but smile. This is a small earthly specialty of Buddhist culture in Han Dynasty.

In fact, Chinese monks, like monks from other countries, do not burn scars, and the burning ring is said to have begun with the most fanatical Buddhist emperor of the South - Emperor Liang Wu. On three occasions he became a monk in the Buddha Temple, and on three occasions he was redeemed by the Minister from the Temple with heavy gold. In order to rapidly expand his followers, he pardoned death row inmates and made them Buddhist monks. However, fearing that they would escape from the monastery and commit a new crime, they followed the example of Qianju (facial stabbing) and burned a restraining scar on their heads in order to identify them at any time and capture them.

And I personally believe that the need for Chinese monks to burn scars is a need for rulers. Monks who are unproductive, do not pay taxes and do not have children have an impact on productivity for rulers if there are too many monks. Without children, it also has an impact on the ethical ethics of "unfaithfulness and immensity”. Several instances of Buddhist annihilation are deeply rooted in the preservation of economic and moral ethics. Religion, however, is essential to help the ruler stabilize society. So all monks have ultimatums, and the government strictly controls the number of monks. The distinction between the outside is scarring, just shaving a bald head as a monk and showing off without a scar on his head. Fortunately, this custom was abolished after liberation, but I heard that temples still held burning ceremonies...

“Irene! ”

I looked back and saw him standing in front of me. He has shaved his head and the whole person looks clean and refreshed. Look around, Gibbs has gone out, I can't believe I thought about it, I don't even know when she's leaving. Spitting his tongue, he quickly sat down to several cases and began his first day of teaching.

First he taught me to throw up fire, Rowan. Though he spoke very carefully and patiently, after all, his Chinese proficiency was limited and his vomiting letters were difficult to remember. I was more painful than I was when I learned German. I was desperate to grab my head, and a few acne spots appeared on my forehead. An hour later, I got tired and lay down and demanded rest on a few cases. My first lesson in Spitfire Rowen ended so painfully.

Take a break and I'll teach him. I was obliged to be a language teacher in literacy classes during the summer vacation, and I still have a good understanding of the primary teaching of Chinese. Getting started with Chinese characters isn't hard, it all starts with looking at pictures and talking. It's hard to remember pronunciation in ancient times when there's no spelling.

The ancient method of pronunciation is called inversion. It's the sound of one word in two letters, the voice of the previous word, the rhyme and tone of the latter word. For example, Xiuzi can be said to be a western child-cut, that is, the sound of the western word, the rhyme and tone of the younger word. The reverse has a special script called "Guangyun". But after all, I am not an ancient man, naturally I can't carry this counter-cutting watch, I dare not invent phonetics more than 2,000 years in advance, I can only make him remember hard.

I pulled out my sketch book and pencil, drawing and talking. He was very curious about this novel writing tool, and asked me how this glossy paper and hard-headed pen was made. I had to bluntly tell him that this was given to me by a strange man, and I was the only one in the world who had it, and I didn't know how to make it. Then put out the teacher's score and seriously let him concentrate, don't ask questions.

Sun, moon, Tuesday, Saturday, golden ears. I practiced traditional characters for a year to get through, but I thought Qin was a little writer with numb scalp. I can only see what I can't write, but hopefully there will be no historical misalignment. Fortunately, he's in the West, and he's unlikely to go to Central Plains.

He had a bit of a Chinese foundation and recognized a few words. But I learned very carefully, staring closely at my sketchbook from time to time and smelling sandalwood next to my body. In this faint fragrance, the first day of teaching was successfully completed.

The next day we continued our journey, and I had better communication with Chumorogippo. He can imitate me very quickly, and I'm just going to say it again, and the next time I talk about the same word, he won't ask again. And he can adjust the original inverted main guest according to Chinese grammar.

If I were to speak to the Han people at this time, it would surely be a series of words. But to him, I speak as I normally do in the twenty-first century. Because he's a foreigner, I'm not mentally handicapped, I'm not afraid he thinks I'm speaking abnormally. He liked to ask me about Nakahara's history of humanities, customs, geography, and I remembered reading the history books to him. I'm getting the feeling that this little monk is not just smart, has a superb memory, and seems to have a super talent for language.

I asked him why he was traveling with the army, but actually wanted to know their identities from the side. He said that they had been travelling in various countries for four years and had travelled a number of places. But between one country and another, there are hundreds of miles of desert with no water or grass, and these are unincorporated "three ways” where thieves are often encountered. They carry a number of precious scrolled Buddha statues and sherries, in case of robbery, so they own their own armed forces.

I recall that Xuanxi also often experiences banditry and cannot help but focus on the importance of the armed forces. However, their identities were not detected, knowing only that the armed forces had been brought out of Turtles four years earlier and that they were regular. Well, to be able to use the state machine as a bodyguard, these two must have something to do with the Crown.

Gibbs followed us quietly and listened to us. Her face was always calm and she spoke to her son occasionally. Although I didn't understand her, her voice was soft and she shouldn't be blamed. She has been gentle and elegant and can see that she loves her son very much, but has not had the usual mother's affectionate behavior towards her son and may have been involved in the Buddha Gate.

But by the time she read the scriptures, she was strict, her expression was pious, her eyes looked at her nose and nose, and she whispered with her son. At this time, the two people, like all the extraneous people who have left the world behind, the sound of the scriptures, the words into the deep end of their hearts. For the first time, I felt the power of religion, leaning on the tent, and I was deaf to hear it.

Continue teaching at night. I thought hard, or I spit my tongue out and spread my palms out in front of him.

“What is this?” He's been practicing modern spoken language with me, so he doesn't speak that much.

“Hit me in the palm.” I smiled, “We Chinese teachers, if students don't learn well, hit them with a ruler. Look how conscious I am as a student and proactively admit mistakes. ”

“What did you do wrong?” His pale grey eyes shone into people's hearts and looked at me blinkingly.

“I don't remember a word you taught me yesterday about the Turbo alphabet, so what, Turtles?” I have a long face haha, always used to call it throwing up Rowen.

He laughed, so pure, his eyes as bright as the stars.

“How can I punish you for not teaching well?” He spread his left hand apart, his right hand grabbed my hand and punched him in the palm of his hand. Although not heavy, this contact made me a little dizzy.

“It's me who should hit, and if you forget tomorrow, hit me in the palm of the hand. ”

I shrugged my hand back, and my heart flowed through a tiny twitch. Focus on the letter in front of you.

This time I learned better than yesterday because he spoke Chinese more deeply. Finally learn the full Torch letter. Every time I hear a pronunciation of a letter, I place a note next to it so that I don't forget how to read it when I get back.

He was curious to see the phonogram, and I couldn't resist explaining the pattern of the phonogram to him. He's getting brighter and brighter and he's calling it a good idea. I had to beg him not to tell anyone, or history would be a mess.

“Why? Did you make that up? ”

I can't admit it or deny it. Vaguely: “Han people don't like women's talent, so if you tell people how to do this, I'll be burned as a witch.” Let me borrow the story of Joan of Arc.

“The Hans shouldn't. ”

He was silent for a while and thought about it and said very seriously: "All men and women are alike. Women are just as intelligent.” He went on to speak a string of flaming Roman, presumably because his current Chinese vocabulary did not allow him to express his feelings fully.

Oh, I'm laughing. This teenager's serious look really warms me up. But I have to rip this off, and I don't know how to lie anymore.

“Just so you know. Well, I'll teach you. In ancient times, Confucius, a great educator, said," So warm and new. "It means reviewing what you've learned and gaining new knowledge from it. So now I'm going to test the words you learned yesterday. ”

Put the sketch book and pencil in front of him: "Come on, write it! Wrong one has to hit the palm. ”

He looked at me and laughed. After taking over the book and pencil, the position of the pencil grip is a little rusty, but the appearance is similar. I watched the square word appear from the next one of his pens, and he wrote all the words I taught yesterday!

I stunned for ten seconds, and I put my chin back, giving you a very difficult one, to see if you hit me in the palm. “Come on, read every word. ”

He looked at me, still smiling warmly. Thirty or so hieroglyphics, he reads them one by one, and my chin drops another inch. With an accent, but not a word! Didn't I teach him how to spell yesterday? How high is this guy's IQ?

“I'm wearing YOU!” That's all I'm shocked to say, of course, in my heart.

I continue to teach, once I finish teaching hieroglyphics, I will teach the footnotes, and then I will teach the simple words. I'm sad to think, why isn't the gap just the same, learning languages? If this goes on, he can write in Chinese, and I think I'm still carrying the word. What makes me even more depressed is that he actually tagged the Chinese characters with a new-found marker, even though it's not as precise as spelling, and pronunciation can be eighty-nine to ten.

Depressingly, I thought, "Is my teacher going to be laid off soon?