Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 19 The Great Temple of Xuan Xuan Xuan Dynasty (2)

He cleared his voice and raised his arms again, which he could not help but lay down: “This is hell, and hell with his nose. There is no break in the suffering of the sinners of this prison. And whosoever commits five treacherous sins, he shall be brought here to live. ”

This is the last part of the mural, and when you're done, just turn around.

He dedicated the oil lamp to the Tibetan King Bodhisattva case table, knelt down and worshipped for three weeks, and followed me outside the temple. “There are sixteen smaller hells in each of these eight. The evil deeds are divided into three grades: the evil deeds of whoever commits the evil deeds will go to hell. Whoever commits a sin or misdemeanor shall go to hell. ”

The bright sunshine outside swept away the depression in my heart, and I walked like Dante in hell with much emotion. It's better to be human.

Nearly noon, at Rosh's request, I had lunch at the Bird Leaving Temple at the housekeeper's dining room, and Rosh accompanied me. He is also extremely elegant in his dining style and a noble disciple. Nearly everyone in nature looks at us and says nothing, there must be a muttering in his heart. I'm a little upset again. Men like Rosh, it's not a good choice to have a modern boyfriend. Though he can show off his hands everywhere, he is too good, too smart, too handsome. With such a person around him, the light will make you blur and straighten your head, so in addition to the frightening war, you always worry about the women of the Halla, how to improve your talent index so that you can keep up with his steps. What's so much fun about living like that? So my conclusion is, I —— no —— yes!

“Don't what? ”

He looked up in panic and looked into the deep, bottomless pool. The rabbit in his heart was running around in all directions, with his mouth open, and he didn't know what to say.

“Master! ”

Great, someone's rescued us. Is... Huh? It's Han, two Hans and Sang!

They were talking to Rosh in Sanskrit, and I was staring at the old town.

Rosh introduced me that the two Han monks came from Chang 'an to seek the law, the law is pure and full of monks. My eyes, after listening to their names, stared even louder.

The monks are pure and full! It was these two men who came to Turtle Z to study, and after returning to the former Qin Emperor, he insisted that Hu Morosh was too intelligent to promote the theory of great multiplication, famous for the western realm. Nakahara's namesake explained to Ann, hearing the reputation of Hayamorosh, and persuaded him to come to Chang 'an. When he decided to attack Turtle Z, he said to Du Lu Guang: “I heard that Xi State-owned Turtle Morosh, deeply understood the Phantom of Law, good leisure, yin and yang, for the sake of later learning. I think very much. The philosopher, the great treasure of the land. If it's Krotz, it's a gift. ”

Future Buddhists, always love to take this historic tunnel. In their view, the war against Turtles was staunchly waged in order to seize Morosh. Just as the women are willing to believe that the Trojan War was fought for Helen, Wu Sangui is "angry and red”. Imagine how heartfelt it is to take a man from a war of vast proportions, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people. I studied history, and of course I didn't believe that Jianjian was just waging a war to get a high priest. In fact, does Kim really understand what Kim Morosh can bring? He wanted Morosh only because he heard of Rosh's "good idle yin and yang”. Jia Yi was only tall, and the Han Emperor was just “Ask no gods."

“Irene! ”

Ah? I'm on a fugue again. Looking back, I saw two monks saluting me. I hurry to return the gift. They're the first time I've crossed the country twice.

Rosh introduced them to me as the niece of his Chinese master as a teenager, who came to Turtles Liver. I had a few brief conversations with them and didn't dare say too much, because I had only written knowledge of the period between the North and the South and the sixteen kingdoms, and was afraid to say anything out loud.

They talked to me cold, and then they pulled the Rosh question. Because it was Sanskrit, I turned to see the murals on the wall.

“This passage means that there are several kinds of hearts and minds in many parts of the land that have never been known. Why is that? ”

He speaks Chinese! I looked back at him and received a shallow smile that was not easily perceived. He wants me to understand, too? I stood still and listened to him continue: "None of the hearts, as I said, are real hearts, but delusions arising from the deportation of the land. Fake name for heart, so what? Because of the heart of the past, it has become the past, and there is no trace of it, and it cannot be sought. Now the heart cannot remember, nor can it be obtained. The future is not born, and it is not available. ”

His Chinese is already very fluent, and his voice is warm as a pearl, word for word, as if the breeze caressed his heart.

“So, the sayings, which could not be said, are famous. Not only is it impossible to say, but it is not even possible to say.” He stood tall and laughed confidently at the corner of his mouth, leaning slightly toward the two men who were short on his head, "Rosh understood. Do you two have a point? ”

The monk was pure and filled with daisies, chewing Rosh's words, and his face was as drunk as a drunk. I glanced at Rosh, and at this moment, he was so confident that he couldn't see directly. Though young, they already have the style of a great master.

Continue the tour in the afternoon, at the northernmost end under the raised hillside, there is a crowd of monastic houses, the largest is more than a dozen monasteries, in fact a small shrine, can sit alone inside. Rosh pointed to a darker color on the back wall, as if it were an obscure figure, saying that it was an image of successive high monks sitting here practicing meditation for too long, printing stone walls. Buddhism attaches great importance to practice, which is sitting in empty monasteries all day long, thinking about Buddhism. This is actually from yoga practice in India. The Buddha gave Kamuni six years of hard work before he got his way. That's how he sat meditating all day, eating scarce, and drenching himself. After his enlightenment, he stopped refusing to eat, stopped wearing a shitty sweatshirt, but still retained his meditation seat, which became a major feature of the small ride. So, small Buddhist temples, they all have huge monastic caves.

However, this platoon of monks was empty and seemed quiet and calm. I asked Rosh, and he smiled slightly: "Since Rosh left the temple, he spread the word and asked the monks in the temple to go out and speak and go deeper into the world. This meditation is designed to complement the practice and is convenient and cheap to do. ”

Ten years ago, when he first came into contact with the Grand Multiplier, he also suffered from the sickness of a number of small monks, denouncing him for stealing the fallacious theory of the outside world. Throughout the decade, he tried his best to transform the Turtle Believers with a familiarity with the Buddhist classics, a compelling oral talent, and an unreachable relationship with the royal nobility. Remember in his biography, “More than 10,000 Turtle monks, suspicious of extraordinary people”, to Roche “push salt and pay a few respects, do not dare to rise. ”

“Stupid again. ”

I dragged the wandering mind back, staring at his handsome face, and I was saddened: "Rosh, you are no longer the teenager who wandered for conversion ten years ago. ”

“Yeah.” His eyes crossed me and seemed to recall something. The corner of his mouth curled, revealing a bright smile: "Ai Qing, if he hadn't listened to you, Rosh wouldn't have been so determined to change his name. For 10 years, every obstacle you encounter reminds Rosh of what you've said. The Grand Multiplier is to change the small multiplier's own disadvantages. Buddhist law can spread more widely. So, Rosh did put a lot of effort into getting more people across. ”

He turned his eyes out of the monastery and looked at the distance, Lang said: "Buddha bless, now Rosh finally persuaded the royal court and the rank master, Turtles for centuries believed in the small multiplication, finally saw some change. ”

Standing on this hilly high slope overlooks the entire freckles from the Great Temple. The bronze mill river that divides the temple into two parts, east and west, is full of sparkling light. In some western oblique sunshine, the wind poured out his generous monk's coat, and he was like a giant eagle who wanted to fly. At the foot of that whole rejuvenated Buddha's Palace, that's his empire, he's the spiritual master of all men. All of a sudden, if I could communicate with him at the same time 10 years ago, now his thoughts, at least in Buddhism, are deep in places I can't reach. After all, I am a mortal, more than he is, that is, 1650 years of wisdom. If we were born in the same era, I could only look up, like everyone else, and he would never make it.

“Rosh,” I exhaled deeply, looking down at the earth like he did, “Turtles is nothing but hundreds of thousands of people. Millions of people are still struggling in the heat of years of war in Nakahara, and they need more spiritual relief. ”

“Ai Qing, going to Nakahara to celebrate Buddha Fa is also Rosh's usual wish.” He turned to look at me and smiled like a spring wind, “You always hoped Rosh would go to Nakahara, and Rosh wouldn't forget. ”

With such an intoxicating smile, my heart began to beat irregularly again.

By the time he was in late class, I insisted on going back on my own and not letting him send it. He is now the CEO of the largest temple in the West. He can't skip classes as much as he did when he was a kid. He was able to lead by example. He nodded, told me the way back, and said he'd come back at night. I wanted to treat him nicely so that he wouldn't have to come back for the evening, in case anyone talked again. But I swallowed it back. I know his temper, he doesn't even care about the gossip. Besides, in my heart, isn't there hope?

When he turned up around 6: 00 p.m., I was staring at the door restlessly. When he saw the door open, his slender figure was pulled out of a long shadow by the oil lamp. At that moment, I felt my heart beat strong enough to penetrate the entire yard.

He drugged me again, it was so close, it was that slight sandalwood smell, I was really drunk...