Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 13 Turtles Day Trip

Xuanxi "The Great Tang Western Domain" said Turtles: “Qiuzhi country, more than 1,000 miles east and west, more than 600 miles north and south, the capital city of the country is seventeen and eight miles. ”

Now I'm standing on a wall 17 or 8 miles this week with a great view. In a wide field of view, the far reaches of Tianshan are snowy. At the foot of Tianshan is an extraordinarily tidy patchwork of irrigated farmland, covered with snow, which reveals a lump of black.

“It's been snowing so many days this year, it's been really good to see Turtles.” He looked up at the mountains and spoke with a slight whiteness.

I don't get it. Come here, probe around Rosh. He explained with a smile: "The Turtles drought lacks rain, and only in winter will it snow heavily, and the water will be plentiful next year. ”

Yeah, there's not much rain here all year round, and irrigation depends on the snow melting in the mountains. Snow melts into seasonal rivers that can be cultivated whenever water flows through them. And where there is no water, it is the Gobi Desert. The countries of the West are small in size and because of this geographical factor.

Suddenly it was remembered that Turtles had a grand sudden cover every year, which was the Beggar Festival. This festival is a prayer for cold winters and heavy snow. The Tang Dynasty passed into Nakahara and became an important festival in Tang Dynasty.

“When does the annual Beggar Festival begin?” I was excited to think I had to see it for myself.

“Early July of each year. ”

“Great, I'll definitely be there.” I rubbed my hand against his mouth and looked at him, "Will you come with me? ”

He stood still and turned to Tianshan for half a day without saying a word. Come on, it takes so long to think about a holiday. No, I'll let Fursati take me.

“Ai Qing, one of the ten commandments of Sami has to leave the song and dance ring, I can't go.” Still eyeing the mountains, the voice sounds dry and helpless. I was also stunned, no wonder he was so determined to listen to me sing last night.

It was disturbing to think that he accidentally broke the precept last night. "I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the Buddhist precepts, I can't carry them. Well, you tell me all ten commandments to follow, and I'll be careful not to let you break them. ”

After a moment of silence, he looked down at his feet and finally said softly: “The first five commandments are: no killing, no stealing, no talking, no drinking, no prostitution. ”

The commandments were too familiar to ask him, “Is this the five commandments of the housekeeper? ”

“Five commandments at home are nothing like the Saami commandments.” His face suddenly turned red again, and I wondered if he was blown by the cold wind. Step toward the nearest castor, and I'll catch up.

“The Five Commandments of the House are ‘immoral', while the Ten Commandments of the Shamiya are ‘immoral’.” He doesn't look at me, his eyes just stare at the raised castor.

Oh, I'm suddenly enlightened. This means that the housekeeper can have legitimate sexual relations within the marriage, while Sami cannot have any sexual relations. Looking at his blushing face, it was probably this sexual commandment that embarrassed him, hurry up and hum, and ask him what the last five commandments were.

We went down the wall, and he took me with him, explaining to me the other five commandments:

Bed rings away from king beds - meaning chairs and beds that are not seated tall and big and very disciplined;

Decorative Splendid Ring - Do not apply or decorate your body with fragrant wreaths. Oh, that's totally Indian custom;

Away from the song and dance ring - can't watch the song and dance show. He just explained this to me;

Away from gold and silver jewellery rings - this is a good understanding that gold and silver jewellery cannot be present;

Away from the occasional diet - lunch breaks must be strictly observed. Well, I knew and observed this a long time ago.

So he walked to the convention hall outside the west gate of the capital. On both sides of the road to the venue stands a huge statue of Buddha, four or five meters high, and the atmosphere is booming. What a spectacular site it would be if it were preserved to modern times.

Rosh told me that this was where the Five-Year Conference was held. He explained that the "quinquennial assembly” was a Buddhist custom, which was convened every five years by Buddhist countries and kings. Then not only will the high monks gather, but anyone can come whether they believe in Buddha or not. During this period, there will be a variety of activities, such as scripture, dialectics, charity, fasting, etc., all of which will be provided by the King.

I understand. Tell him that there is a similar activity in the Nakahara region called the "Unshielded Convention”. “Unshielded” means unshielded, regardless of faith.

In the General Assembly Hall, Rosh waited for me to measure and finish the floor plan. I have to draw Buddha statues in front of me. I'm too bad at drawing portraits. I'm not ashamed to wait for Rosh. I just want to paint later. Rosh took me, heading northwest of the venue, a river not too wide, and it was frozen. There is a magnificent temple across the river where we are going to visit. The bridge is on a very distant hillside, and to save time, we intend to cross it from the ice.

Although the ice is already very hard, I grew up south of the Yangtze River, and the skiing skills necessary for the children of the North in winter are not at all present, and I am afraid to move on the ice. A slender finger reached out in front of me and I grabbed it. Warmly held me with some wet hands and I walked carefully, staring dead at the ice beneath my feet, afraid of falling into the cave. He finally reached the other shore, shouted and tried to thank him with his head up, but suddenly he discovered in horror that several black spots appeared in front of him, his face blurred in the spots.

I yelled, "Rosh, how can I not see you? ”

It felt like I had one hand wrapped around my eyes and the other held onto my shoulder, and I was gently hugged into a thin embrace and led to a place where I could sit.

“Take it easy. Close your eyes. It'll just take a minute.” His breath blew into his ear, itching a little. I was most afraid of being blown in my ear, and I turned my head and hit him in the chin, and we were all whimpering.

“Does it hurt? ”

“Does it hurt? ”

We actually asked each other at the same time. I stood still and didn't want to think about it. I reached out and rubbed the part of my head that had been hit. It hurts so loudly. I'm in so much pain, he should have hit it pretty good, but he didn't say anything, didn't know what he was thinking.

It took a moment for him to say, “It's my fault, I should warn you not to stare at the snow for too long. ”

I dared not hide again this time with a slight, itchy smell in my ear. Mm-hmm. Covering up the enthusiasm on my face: "Rosh, am I going blind? ”

“No.”

No, but why is the voice a little trembling? He panicked and grabbed his wide sleeve and said, “What if I'm really blind? ”

His hand was still over my eyes and his other arm held me very gently. It's just such a gentle touch that he can feel his overly slim arm through his cotton padded coat. He still said “no” in a dull way, but no longer sounded silky as he had just done. I wonder, what's wrong with him?

Sitting for a while, he let go of my hand and opened my eyes. Pure and slightly naive face gradually turned from blurred to clear, eyes clearly looked at me, a concern and a flushing face. At such a close distance, that deep, bottomless pool reflected me somewhat stuck. For a moment, it was like hearing your heart, jumping out an irregular accent.

Stand up violently: "I'm fine, let's go. ”

As if he had suddenly woken up and backed away, the red tide on his face covered his wheat skin and even buried it in the neck area of his collar. This is the first time we've had this intimate action in mind. Stop talking about him. I don't even know where to put my face.

I stand up and move on if nothing happens. He stunned and quickly followed me. The redness on his face had not faded for a long time. I hummed and asked him, "What temple is this? ”

He looked up, rested steadily and replied calmly: "The Temple of Azuriyah. Remember, I taught you that 'Azurir’ means‘ strange ’. ”

“Why strange? ”

“In the first generation there was Wang Chongbud, who wanted to travel far to see the Buddha's signs and entrust the affairs of the state to his brother. Before Wang Linhang, Wang Brother handed over a gold box to Wang. Wang was instructed to open the box after returning. When Wang returned home, his brother was denounced as obscene in the palace. Wang was angry and put Wang's brother in jail. He wanted to impose a severe punishment. Wang Di reminded Wang to open the original gold box. Wang opened the gold box and still did not understand. Ask Wang what his brother was. ”

He suddenly stopped and hung my curiosity high. “What is it? ”

He's still stuck with me, his face is still red, and he's adding some unknown redness.

Ah, I remember! This seems to be the case in Xuanxi's "The Great Tang Western Domain." “It's that royal brother's genitals, that's the male root, right?” I rubbed my hands with excitement, and I could see this “strange” temple 200 years before Xuanxuan.

“This brother is amazing. He had expected someone to harm him. This kind of thing is unclear, since the palace became a eunuch, he saved his life. ”

I couldn't help laughing: “But it's too expensive. ”

He looked at me strangely and was probably frightened when I talked about male roots without any hesitation. I stopped laughing embarrassingly: "What happened then? ”

“Wang Di said to Wang: ‘When Wang traveled a long time ago, he feared the scourge of rhetoric. The law had to be devised. Now it's true.’ The king was deeply amazed and increasingly cared for his brother, leaving him unhindered in the rear palace. Wang Di ran into a businessman one day and drove 500 cows to castrate. Wang felt it was his own journal. He moved his heart and redeemed the herd with treasure. Since then, the king's body has gradually recovered. In order to avoid being murdered again by the traitor, Wang Di will no longer enter the palace. Wang was strange and asked why his brother was no longer in the palace before he knew the end of the matter. Wang thought it strange, so he ordered the temple to be built for more than 300 years. ”

I couldn't help laughing. “Is that really happening? Can that thing really grow back? Wasn't the king uncut at all? Either it's not cut completely. ”

His face was raised, his cheeks or the tide were red, but his voice was firm: “How could the King deliberately deceive the Buddha when he redeemed his cattle and restored them with great mercy? It is because this miracle is passed on to future generations that high priests here are twice as large, and distant monks often come to study. The King's ministers have all worked diligently to provide for it, and the incense has grown for more than 300 years. If the Buddha did not summon the King's virtue, how could he solve it? ”

How can I hurt his religious feelings when I slap myself in the mouth? It is also very difficult to explain this matter. If the person concerned is not present and cannot be examined, he would prefer to believe it.

Our talking room has come to the gate of the Temple of Wonder. The monk at the door saw him and had already informed the host. We have not yet entered the palace, and the host has greeted several high-ranking monks. Between the words, the old man presided, but the deity was even respectful.

I heard him introduce her because Han Shi was leaving in the spring. Today he took her around Turtles. The presiding officer immediately welcomed us and introduced us personally. This “peculiar” temple is bigger than Wang's new temple, because that peculiar story has a lot of followers. The palace is spacious, the statues of the Buddha are beautifully decorated and the murals are delicate and complex. I couldn't help but admire the detailed tour and wonder if I could be allowed to copy the mural.

After a lap, I was too ashamed to offer to solve a personal problem and host a little Sami to take me. I don't want a man waiting at the door, just tell that little Sami to go back. I can walk back to the main hall myself.

When he came out of the thatch and walked to the main hall, he heard two monks gossiping at one corner, mentioning Rosh's name. I moved my heart and slowed down and sneaked over to listen. I understand most of the conversations between the two of them in Spitfire.

“The pigeonhole brought a young woman to Buddha openly, and she was also a Han woman. Say what is a Han master, who actually worships women as teachers, who knows what the real relationship is. ”

“Unlike us, he can naturally ignore the commandments. Who dares to punish him? ”

“He is well supplied and has special servants, but that's fine. Who wants me to wait for the master of the state to be the father and the princess the mother? But he ignored the commandments, went out to the temple every day and did not speak to the temple master. Even morning and evening classes came and went. How can you do that if no one dares to care about him? ”

“In addition to the authentic Buddhist law, he was also told to learn the great multiplication and the fallacies of the outside world. Debate those crooked paths with the honor of the teacher, not even the honor of the teacher. ”

“Exactly. Such a person...”

I couldn't listen and sneaked out back to the hall. In his biography, he was described as "highly sexually active, uncensored and practitioners”. Extraordinary intelligence is like a double-edged sword to a Buddhist practitioner. Rosh's royal membership adds to the advantages and disadvantages that come with his genius. I can understand why those monks have these sicknesses on him, but it's really uncomfortable listening to them. I got irritated for no reason.

So when we left the monastery, Rosh wanted to take me on a tour. I'll take a look at the time. It's only an hour away from his late class. Sigh and urge him back to Wang Xin Temple. I don't see how important those rules are, but what he says and does is in front of others. He, however, could not leave the Buddhist monk group on which he relied.

He was a little surprised. He looked at the dark sky and immediately understood what I meant. He had to accompany me back to Shifu. I refuse, tell him I know the way, I'll go back myself. I don't want to hear anybody slander him with me and his relationship anymore.

His face was a little white and he stared at me: "Ai Qing, did you hear something? ”

I shook my head.

“Whatever you hear, I don't care. ”

He said he didn't care, but there was still some anger in his tone, and he shook his sleeve out and said, “Rosh never acted hard on stereotypes, but he wanted to be well-deserved. ”

I sigh again. His noble identity and rare wisdom made him famous prematurely, but also offered him certain conditions under which he could ignore the commandments. That's how he lives, but, Rosh, isn't disregard like you helpless?

I still insisted on going back that day. I'm just a passing passenger around him, and I don't want to add any more of my factors to his illness.

When I returned to the National Master's Palace, a small, tightly wrapped body stuck its head in my arms and complained to me about why my shadow had disappeared one day. I happily held his hand and played hide-and-seek with him. The laughter in the yard was pure, sweeping away my depression. After a while, I suddenly saw the monk attacking the brown red robe appearing at the door. Alas, he escaped late class again...