Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 9: I'm Resigning

I greet the Turtle King outside the gates with Mother and Son of Hayamorosh and King Wenju's Minister. Now that I know he's a Pomorosh, of course I know why this Wenshel sounds so familiar. It turned out to be Wenju, a county next to Aksu in Xinjiang. Two thousand years ago, this was a very small country, subordinate to Turtles.

And the reason this little country can make an impression in my mind is because of Pomorosh. That debate, historically known as the Warfare of Wenjuku, was an important event in the fame of the juveniles of Haut-Morosh. Indeed, the book says that because of this argument, the Kurumorosh “left, reputed overseas”, and "all nations hired heavy weapons”, King Kurtz must personally prepare for the return of Kurumorosh, so as not to be prompted by other countries.

This welcoming ceremony is now taking on greater significance, with red carpets all the way to the palace. The music goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Remember the king's name is Bai Chun, the Bai family was raised by Ben Chao, and Ben Chao's western protectorate is located in Turtles. From the time of the Ben Chao Dynasty until the demise of the Tang Dynasty Turtles, the white family was basically king for 800 years.

Measure this Turtle King white pure, quite like the old lady, also fine white skin, high nose, deep eyes, large eyes, brown eyes, wide eyebrow court. You look younger than forty years old, you should look good when you're young, but now you're in good shape. Unlike the others, his hair is cut and shoulders, his forehead is short and his hair is short, but his hair is long on the back of his forehead to the top of his head, tied with a ribbon, hanging behind him.

Interestingly, his head was flat as well, and I remember in Xuanzheng's "The Great Tang Western Domain," he wrote that Turtles was flat as a beauty, and they pressed the child's childish head with a wooden board. But only royal nobility can squash their heads. Fortunately, Fujimorosh ran away from home as a child, otherwise the image of a generation of handsome men would be ruined. What a shame.

Keep looking at the king's clothes. Like other men, he also wore short robes with narrow lapel sleeves and high knee boots, but another shirt with half sleeves embroidered with gold thread. He has a sword behind him and a short sword in his hand. It looks like King Turtle has an unusual passion for swords.

Seeing the mother and son of Humorosh, King Turz stepped forward and excitedly held them in his arms. Mother and son were excited, after all, four years away. I understand a part of their conversation. The King congratulates Hautmorosh on his return to his country and on the success of the battle. Already ready ready in Turtles, wait for him to come back and wait.

I was slightly surprised when King Turtle's eyes fell on me standing behind her. I was trying to practice my hearing, I didn't know he would look at me, I didn't know what to do with him for a moment, but I made a foolish laugh. I don't feel right after laughing. It's over. My image is ruined. I learned those manners last night.

King Turz also lives in the palace, but it's another palace. There's a banquet at night, or in the hall, and I'm coming with you. We only had to drink some water, as neither Lady Morosh nor Grandma had dinner. I watched the barbecue in the case of the two kings and swallowed my breath desperately. There was no song and dance at the banquet, so the evening feast became a family festival. It was so boring, I started sneaking my ass off again.

Suddenly I felt that there were two familiar eyes looking at me, Hayamorosh. He was smiling with his mouth, and I looked around and nobody noticed, squeezing his nose and spitting his tongue at him, causing him to laugh and not dare to laugh. He turned around and told the two kings that it was too late and that Uncle Lawton was on his way to settle in early. So everyone put the wine (we are water) on Yan Huan and ended the evening banquet.

When I got back, I was starving. Let my waiter get me something to eat. In the process of waiting, I lay still in bed in order to reduce my physical consumption. Smelling the fleshy scent, he jumped right up and saw two deep pools of laughter standing in front of the short bed. The pallet in his hand was full of flesh.

I hugged him around the neck and I said, "Rosh, you're so sweet! ”

I've been thinking about what to call him. His Sanskrit name is too stubborn, and the word "Pomorosh” is too dramatic. His abbreviations are “Roche” and “What” in various books, and more specifically in ancient scriptures, he is “What” and modern tithe is “Roche”. In fact, strictly speaking, the name "Humoro” is the surname, and the name "what” (Yin SHI, 10) is the first name. But it's too awkward to just call a “what”, and the word doesn't pronounce well. So thinking twice, I called him "Rosh” according to modern habits, and he accepted it with a smile.

When he let go, he found his wheat skin on his face red like an apple, his eyes hiding from me, and he couldn't look at me directly. That pure and lovely look was really lovely.

Oops, what did I just do? He slapped himself in the head and scared him to ask me, "Ai Qing, what's wrong? ”

Staring at his shy, handsome face, smiling embarrassingly. Take over the tray in his hand and devour the meat to cover his frustrations. How could he know that I regret my own waves? Even if he was young, I couldn't be so close to him in a modern way. After all, he had an irrevocable special identity.

The redness on his face only faded for half a day, and he had nothing to say to me: "What are we learning today? ”

I sighed and stopped eating meat: "Go and teach someone else, I can't teach you. ”

He was shocked, and the reddish face began to be a little white. “Why? Is there anything wrong with Rosh? ”

“How could you be wrong? It's me, I really can't teach you. You're a pigeonhole. ”

Speaking of "Theory," I don't have a book, I don't have a back, I just teach him the part of the back, the order must be upside down, and there must be something wrong with the back. He was smart enough to listen to it again and remember, when I went on, he was full of the wrong things, and I destroyed a generation of big translators. I can't afford such a big responsibility. The Chinese Buddhist cause is still waiting for him to grow.

“But you taught well!” His voice shivered a little: “You're funny, I can remember it as soon as I hear it. ”

“That's because you're smart, not because I teach you well. ”

I looked into two clear depths and said, "Rosh, you're the smartest man I've ever met. ”

His voice was soft as a generous wine, and he answered with the same seriousness: "Ai Qing, you are also the smartest woman I have ever met. You know a lot of things, the rarest thing is your enlightenment of Buddha law. With you as a teacher, Rosh is very keen on the Chinese side of China. One day, Rosh wanted to go to Han Dynasty and see how the soil and water produced such a spiritual show as Ae Qing. ”

In such a warm tone, in such a sincere tone, my confidence swelled a little. I can't help but think that his initial interest in Nakahara stemmed from me? But I was so frustrated, because I wasn't smart, I was plagiarizing. I even plagiarized his translator, and his lord praised me for my wisdom. Take Modern, that's a violation. I grabbed my head and looked painful.

“Just...”

Seeing me look up at him blindly, he smiled forcefully: "If you didn't have those silly looks, you'd be smarter..."

Fucking kid, make fun of the teacher! I jumped to strangle him and he laughed and ran away. I chased him around, and alas, his legs were long, and I couldn't keep up with the old man. I can't believe I can't strangle you. Ten more years of rice is not for nothing! I fell to the ground, and he hurried to me and asked me if I was hurt. I caught his neck before he could finally succeed.

“You dead kid, don't ever say I'm stupid again. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm your teacher, you understand? Even if you're a pigeonhole, you have to be modest! ”

I shook his neck and watched his innocent face get redder and redder. Am I strangling too much? Let go and close his neck. “Hey, am I doing too hard? Are you in pain? I'm sorry. ”

His face was red and his eyes started dodging again. He flanked his face, slightly pulling me away from him, muttering, “Ai Qing, keep teaching me, will you?" ”

I sighed, holding onto my chin with one hand: "But I don't even have a textbook. The" discourse "I tell you is based on memory, and there are many mistakes. It's better to teach the wrong people than to teach the wrong people. ”

He looked at me steadily, his eyes sparkling, his face still red, and a smile floated out of his mouth: “Is that what this is about? What's so hard about that? ”

Oh, Toteachornottoteach, thisisaquestion.

I couldn't refuse him and I was afraid I'd teach him bad. I shouldn't have appeared in his life, and without me, he could have been the prestigious archmage. And me? What role have I played in his history? Will it negatively affect him and change history? At least, he couldn't have spoken modern Chinese anyway.

Seeing my silence, his hands were covered in my hands, and the warmth of his palms quickly spread all over me: "Ai Qing, it was Buddha who made me meet you, and Rosh cherished it. Even if you don't want to teach, wait till you get back to Hanzi, okay? ”

The plump waters in the shallow grey eyes reflect my confused face. I'm just in a hurry, even if the time-traveling watch is temporarily broken, I have to go back, it's just sooner or later.

But what else can I explain when I cross the border, when I meet Morosh as a young man, without the word "edge”? Our two lines of footprints, only occasionally coincide, and after this journey of life, there is no possibility of intersection. Why should I worry so much? As long as I am careful not to show my modern identity, it should have no effect on history. Most importantly, I really enjoy spending a little bit of time with this genius teenager every day.

“In that case, I shall continue to teach you. ”

Climb up from the ground and slap the dust on your ass: "Yesterday you learned, and you warm up again.” I have to correct his modern Chinese.

He had a joy in his eyes and was surprised. He was not comfortable with my words, but he didn't say anything. Get up and get the sketchbook.

The next night, he showed up in my room with a book called "Thesis."