Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 7 Arguments

I don't have to go to the French, of course I don't have to get up so early. I sleep until I wake up naturally and go to the street after brushing and eating breakfast. Don't think I'm going shopping, I'm on a field trip. Ancient city 2,000 years ago, although not large enough population dense enough people not rich enough, at least I came to the first city after ancient times to practice with it first.

I have sketchbooks and simple tools in my bag, soft marker pens, shovels, etc. I first measure the walls, the thickness of the cladding, the location of the gates, the plans and elevations. He was busy living and suddenly found a group of people standing behind him, pointing their spears at me. I hurried to raise my hands to do the handover without killing warrant. The ruler rolls down and drags out a long line.

I was thrown in jail on charges of Chinese work. I can't stop laughing. Have you ever seen me so brazen? I rushed to mobilize all my learned vomit arguments, saying that I was a friend of the Archmage Chumorogippo, your king and queen I met yesterday, and attended the national banquet given by the king. I insisted they go to Chumorogippo, but no one came to bail me out for an hour. Alas, my scientific investigation, can only continue in prison.

So when Chumorogippo's heart burst into prison, what he saw was me, in a difficult environment, still not giving up my industry, measuring the floor plans and elevations of the prison with a soft foot and a limited range of diligence.

It was dark when he walked out of jail with Chumorogippo. It was his time for evening classes, and he came to redeem me. I felt a little guilty. He introduced me to people as his Han master, and all of a sudden everyone respected me, making me a fake tiger.

At night, of course, he asked me why I had such a fine move. I was ready to say, "Remember my ideals? In order to be able to leave behind an historical book that can be passed on to future generations, and in order for our descendants to understand the glory of the West, I want to gather all relevant information. He could not help but say that he would explain to the king, and advise me to be careful.

I will stay home for the next few days, modify the drawings, and intensify the spitting of Rowan. Five days later, I finally couldn't hold it. I went to the streets carefully, watching my words and actions, and drawing after the observation was complete. There's nothing I can do to be so precise. Who told me to stop drawing pictures of prisons?

And then a dozen more days later, I drew a lot of pictures. The lecture one night found that he was not as serious as he used to be, seemed to have some thoughts and was always distracted. Ask him, he told me that the next day he was going out to fight, so there was some uncertainty. I asked him what he was talking about, and he said the subject was to be known at the scene tomorrow. And I asked him who he was, and he said he was a famous theorist, who was invincible and shocked all over the West. The man believed that no one in the world could argue better than him, beat the drum of the king, and threatened to cut his head off if anyone could defend him.

“Do you want to go?” He was a little hesitant, maybe I was really bad at his scriptures.

I nodded in a hurry: "I'm going, I'm going too! ”

What a pity to miss such a lively game, such a costly punishment, such a crazy theorist? “Hey, you know where the gambling is? What are the odds? Against each other or four or six? ”

He had a dark face and I caught him.

In order to give him more spirit to deal with tomorrow's argument, I left class early. Seeing as he was walking away, I shouted at him, holding his right hand, and doing the most classic encouragement in the Korean film: "AZA, AZA, FIGHTING! ”

He looked at me unnamed, and I smiled and shouted joyfully, "This is a dialect on a peninsula in the far northeast, meaning that our little magician will prevail! ”

He laughed with joy, and the clouds scattered between his eyebrows. Nod to me for sure, and raise your right hand the way I am. The movement was a bit awkward but confident and restored a consistent appearance. This is his first laugh tonight, and this confident smile is brilliant, glorious, warm and melting.

The next morning I didn't sleep, I waited at the door long ago.

This debate will take place at the palace of the royal palace, and for the third time I have come in, the first two times of course following the two noble and mysterious mothers and sons to the banquet. So this time, the freshness has passed. Anyway, the picture has been drawn, and the name is dead. That's the same thing about the palace, it's not that big, it's not that big of a building, it's very simple to decorate.

But this is a big scene. Apart from debating both sides, there are only kings and queens to sit on. The rest of us have to stand and squeeze the palace out of the water.

I know that debate is the main way for early sectarians to compete for the people. In India, scripture is so harsh that losers often disappear. Some will cut their tongues off, some will even commit suicide. Gently, the doorman has to be changed, the winner being the teacher. And the victors will be famous and visible. The result, of course, was a crowd of believers, revered by the King and a great deal of adoration, becoming a generation of priests. Xuan Xuan won several debates in the West and India, and his reputation was devastating. So this debate is crucial for the younger Chumorogippo, and no wonder he was always calm last night.

The protagonist is here. The red side is the grand master of Chumorogipo, who dresses us in brown red monks and jade trees, and the blue side is a middle-aged monk dressed in light blue velvet and not like a monk or a monk or a monk. This, the age gap is not quite the same. I guess Blue thinks the same, because the old man is looking at a tall but thin teenager with nostrils in front of him.

They both received a small piece of wood at the same time, looked at it, and went into the form of meditation. After a column of incense, the drum sounded. Two people quickly began to ask each other questions, but it seemed that Chumorogippo had taken the lead. Young is good and responsive. Both speak fairly fast, you say one word from each other immediately. Everyone down there is holding their ears in silence from time to time. "Oh!” The look of sudden enlightenment and “huh?” The cloudless expression.

I would notice that the audience was completely out of line because I didn't understand again. As soon as they talk, they know they don't understand, and they speak Sanskrit again. So I could only look at the expression, and I had to search my brain for the historical background of the dialectic.

The Buddhist temple in Japan, Korea and other Southeast Asian regions is completely invisible in modern China Plains, while Buddhism in India has long faded, and only in Tibetan Buddhism has the tradition of dialectics been preserved, as I have seen in Lhasa Salah Temple and Jehovah Temple. Every afternoon from 3 p.m. to 4 p.m., there is a special open-air dialectic. The lambs of the other temples are organized, and the results of the debate are recorded after the defense.

Unlike the debate competitions that we usually know, the dialectic is a mass event. Hundreds of lamas embraced the open floor, in groups of two to four, one attacking the rest. Every time the attackers ask questions, they clap their hands exaggerated and pull Li Xiaolong's starting ceremony, both with a monk robe, throwing Buddha beads, stomping feet, and expressions. Defenders usually sit on the floor and look up and respond. The whole dialect was filled with trumpet clapping, flickering red llamas and noisy crowds. Insider watchdogs look lively, of course I don't understand Tibetan, just turn around to see their rich body language and expression.

Although there are only two of them at the moment and no clapping hands, the face is still very expressive. The more courageous the red side, the more forward the body leans, the louder the voice, while the blue side gets louder and louder, the weaker the body, the lighter the voice, the younger the face, the lost eye, the forehead exuding sweat beads, and fell down to make a surrender to Chumorogippo.

The crowd shouted and the king and queen stood excitedly to salute Chumorogippo. The king clapped his hands again and came in dozens of palace men, carrying large boxes of things, undoubtedly a prize for the winner. Wow, my admiration for this little guy is like talking about the river all the time, beating people in their thirties when they were thirteen years old, even growing up?

After the battle, he did not continue his scripture, but walked outside the palace in crowds. An elephant adorned with a Huamei throne has been waiting outside for a long time. He sits on an elephant and is led by the king on foot in front of him to cruise the city. The King himself proclaimed the victory of Master Chumorogippo loudly and everywhere there were cheering crowds, throwing flowers at him. It cruised the streets and alleys of the city all afternoon. On that day, like him on his back, the scenery was infinite, he was young and proud, and he was more sought after than the idol stars of the 21st century. And he came to his quiet and calm face, and on that day, the satisfied laugh was hanging and hanging in the corner of his mouth until he walked into my room at night.

When he sat down in front of me, he couldn't wait to ask, "What are you arguing with him? ”

“‘Yes’ and ‘No’. ”

Oh, materialism and centrism. “He said yes, you said no? ”

And when I saw him nod, I said, "How did you win? ”

He thought about it and said, "It's hard to say.” Scratch the light door, "I don't say yes or no, but assume ‘yes’ first. If it is" fake, "it is no longer nil. There are no double lanes, don't fall on either side. ”

I'm dizzy, there's nothing around me. “So he agrees with your assumptions? ”

“Exactly. And I said," There's no moon in the water. "He can't talk, he can't call it nothing. Since the eyes are nothing, everything in the world is a mirage like the moon in the water, and ‘false' is nothing but nothing, isn't it all dead and silent? ”

“Is there something there?” ”Dead kid, just knocked an uncle around. His theory, put into modernity, can be called" the subjective world delusion of man ”.

“Everything in the world is nothing but Nirvana forever. ”

“What is Nirvana?” I lost Sanskrit again and moved modern vocabulary out in a hurry.

“Well, it's a monastery, able to completely cut off the defilements, with all the merit, beyond the circle of life and death, into immortality. ”

His eyes began to shine again at me: "Ai Qing, you must know how to interpret the meaning in Chinese, right? ”

I rolled my eyes: “In Buddha we can call extinction, silence, liberation, silence, nirvana, in short, death. ”

"Well solved," he clapped. Extinction, that is, ‘extinguishing’ defilement, ‘degrees’ extinguishing life and death. Silence, that is, rational ‘silence’, defilement ‘extinguishing’. ”

I sigh. I have apologized to the translators for my plagiarism. The child's level of Chinese is getting higher and higher. I feel a little negative because of the theory of consciousness.

“The theorist once said that he would behead if there was someone better than him.” His mouth started to smile and he seemed surprised. “What did you say I wanted his head for? ”

“Yeah, so you let him worship you as a teacher and learn Buddha law.” I remember the scene of the apprenticeship in the palace, alas, it was juvenile heartfelt, even if it entered the open door, it could not be undone and strong.

Sigh: “Do you think he's sincerely obedient to you? ”

I suddenly thought of something, and instead of waiting for his answer, I smiled and said to him, “Come on, let's argue. If I lose, I'll take you as my teacher.” Oh, anyway, he was the master who taught me to spit on Rowan, and I lost and didn't lose.

“Ah, so, what's the argument?” He was a little overwhelmed.

“Just argue what is lost and what is won. ”

Without waiting for him to react, I went on to say, "If I argue with you, are you really right, am I wrong? I beat you. Is it really my fault? Is one man right, is the other man wrong? Or are the two of us right or wrong? The two of us can't decide who's right and who's wrong, so who's to decide? If a third person is asked to make a determination, it is equally impossible to make a determination. If it's up to someone who shares your opinion, how can you tell if he shares your opinion? If someone who shares my opinion decides that he shares my opinion, how can he be sure? What if we both agree or disagree? Therefore, neither you nor I, nor any third party, can determine who must be, and as long as I insist on not admitting defeat myself, the question of right and wrong will never be clear. ”

I finished my speech with the speed of Tang Monk, smiling at him.

He stared at me, opened his mouth and stunned for half a minute. He shook his head and didn't say anything. And then they put their hands together and saluted me: “I lost. ”

I watched him smile as he looked sincerely obedient. “Remember when I told you about Zhuang Zhou Mengbutterfly? ”

When I saw him nod, I continued: "Whether it was a dream or a wake, Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly, there was no need to pursue it. Because the standards of human awareness are relative, and only part can be recognized for a while, who dares to say that they possess absolute truth? So the arguments between the various factions are based on what they are, not what they are, and it is impossible to understand what is really wrong. ”

He looked at me with a sincere expression, and I finally got a little bit of a teacher's watch feeling from this super smart teenager.

The next day he spoke with great respect to the uncle, who was scared to death when he saw him. Uncle unbelievably looked at him and after he was confirmed again, uncle was excited to say thank you and rushed to the room he had stayed in last night. I know Uncle's packing up and getting ready to run.

I looked at Chumorogippo, and he was turning to me, and his eyes were full of crystal clear water. I look at the sky again, today's sun is so intense, how can you get dizzy early in the morning?