Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 46 Household Detention Life

I found a pomegranate tree in the courtyard and bent over to brush my teeth according to my habits. I brought my own toothbrush, unfortunately I can't bring toothpaste, I can only use the coarse salt brush here. After he had bathed, he leaned against the door and watched. I smiled at him and grunted.

Remember to read a little piece of literature, and the boys said to the girls, "Marry me." The girl shook her head and disagreed. The boy was surprised: "We've all had the most intimate relationship. Why don't you marry?” The girl said, "Because I don't want to brush my teeth in front of you. ”

Yeah, women are good for themselves. It is human nature to want to present one's most beautiful side in front of one's beloved. But to live together, to wear makeup before my husband wakes up like a traditional Japanese woman, and to dress up beautifully at home, I always feel that life is not a life, but a profession. If you don't want to show the dirtiest and most embarrassing appearance that people don't see in front of each other, it means that you still don't love deeply enough, let alone live together. To love the deepest is not to love each other's faults, but to love each other's ordinary soul after everything has been unpacked.

What about me? I don't wash my teeth when I catch up on my thesis, I don't brush my face, I sit in front of my computer; I can stay home all weekend in bed until I get dizzy; I bite my teeth off with my clothes that have been soaking in the basin for a few days in the winter; I can squat in the toilet with a book until my feet are numb. Are these the dirtiest and least known sides that I would like to show in front of him?

And him? Does he who walks down the altar also have some unknown habits of life? Is he willing to show himself in front of me?

After sex, you have to live together. Decades of completely different lifestyles intersect to find a balance, adapt to each other, and embrace each other. These are a lot harder than sex.

I brushed my teeth and looked with emotion at the blue sky in the corner of the courtyard. This house arrest also puts the question of how to live together ahead of us. Looking at him standing silently, suddenly realizing one thing, haha laughed.

“What's the matter? So happy? ”

“Well, ask you a question.” I put my hand in his arm, “didn't I smell good? ”

“What smells bad? ”

“I didn't brush my teeth...” I just kissed him without brushing my teeth, wondering if he thought of the problem.

“Mind you...” He flickered and hesitated. “On that day, Rosh was drunk and vomited, even worse. Do you mind? ”

“Oh, it doesn't smell good.” Think back, "but not so much at the time. ”

I looked at him, and the summer sun shined bright and clear on him, and he laughed hotter than the summer sun, clearing my mind of misgivings. We should be able to do that, right? Even if our life habits, our eating habits are far apart, even if our ideas are a thousand years apart, love is an unbreakable rope that binds us firmly. It's you, I'd like to kiss you without brushing my teeth, I'd like to get my head dirty in front of you, I'd like you to gradually see my laziness in the future, I'd like to find a balance between us.

And this balance starts with the most basic need —— sleep.

After all, we have just lived together and we still have a lot of psychological concerns. The next night I tried to sleep in that luxury queen bed and give it to him. But the two of us rolled over each other in their beds, tormenting the middle of the night without falling asleep, and finally I ghostly laid on his couch. Since then, we have stopped making senseless struggles and lay together in silence.

So, ROUNDONE: Love WINS!

We are both the first to taste forbidden fruit flavors and have an infinite desire for each other's bodies. However, 28 years after entering the Buddha Gate, the colour ring was deeply rooted in the idea of Buddha Gate's first ring. So even if we lay in a bed, no matter how fierce his desire was, he still felt guilty, contradicted, struggled. But reason eventually succumbs to the body, and his resistance is getting shorter. Again and again, after 10 days of living together, he finally, in my opinion at least, psychologically accepted sex in his own way of understanding and began to enjoy it seriously.

So, ROUNDTWO: Love WINS!

After all these days of death, he didn't have a lot of heat left. I can understand that too. After all, he had never thought about women, not knowing that women's favorite part of sex was not the process, but the sense of connection. I can teach him all this slowly. Strangely enough, he was going to sleep with me separated from the blanket, which made me a little angry. He said that he had been sleeping alone for more than 30 years, and now he has one more me, afraid that he will not sleep well, will disturb me. So I patiently explained to him that it was also a feeling of happiness for the two of them to fall in love and lie side by side. I have also slept alone for more than 20 years, and my sleep profile is not good, but I like the phrase "living and dying together", which makes me feel like I can truly integrate into his life and depend on his lips and teeth.

So, Irene WINS!

Ever since that little argument, we've slept together every night. But another problem has arisen. He didn't sleep well. He liked sleeping in a bunch, so tall, like shrimp rice. And I prefer to stay close to him and feel his warmth. So, not too big, we took up a small corner, and often I woke up in the middle of the night frozen, and he rolled the blanket away. I pulled the blanket, and in my sleep he held on tight. After several such blanket fights, he finally solved the problem in a different way. He tried to sleep on his back so that I could lean on his shoulder beautifully and avoid the blanket being rolled away. Just bitter him, rubbing his shoulder and moving his neck every morning. I couldn't bear it, but he just smiled softly and said he was used to it.

So, Irene WINS!

To change, there's sleep time.

In the 21st century, like many young people, I used to sleep late and get up late. Sometimes staying up all night is the norm in order to catch up on papers. In ancient times, nature changed some of the crops and slept between 10 and 11: 00 every night, as the recording of study notes could only be done at night. But the problem with lazy beds hasn't changed at all. It's very late in the morning here at 7: 00 in the morning, and I can still drag it if I can. After being with him, he sleeps at 7: 00 or 8: 00 every night and gets up at 4: 00 in the morning. In the first few nights, he slept first, and I kept a diary at my desk until after 10: 00. But every time I went to bed, he didn't fall asleep. After I tortured him, he finally said that he was sensitive to light and sound, and he had to wait for me to fall asleep before he could sleep. Alas, in order not to affect the quality of his sleep, I had to sleep with him as soon as I touched the dark. And then sadly I realized I was too lazy for bed. When he wakes up at 4: 00, he kisses my forehead gently, and I wake up naturally and fall asleep again and I get a headache. So while he was doing his morning classes in the courtyard, he would stare at me in surprise and do radio gymnastics and run around the courtyard, whining.

And I began to do it, like the ancients, at sunrise and at sunset. Just tell yourself, get used to it.

So, ROUNDFIVE: Rosh WINS!

In terms of habits, we adapt a little bit to each other's real existence, observe each other's habits curiously, and give up certain ideas and requirements for each other. This life, in me, is pleasant and satisfying. And he, I can feel his joy, and he's amazed from time to time that he's embracing a sudden change of person around him as soon as possible. We, all of us, are working for the world of two.

But these are not the whole of life. We still have a problem to solve, and it is very important and urgent. That's what we do with plenty of free time during house arrest, in addition to basic material life. If I'm not under house arrest, my day time must be on a field trip. Any scene of ancient life, food, clothing, and shelter, can be part of my study. And he, too, has a lot to do in the temple. So many disciples need him to lead, speak the scriptures, preach the profession; exchange arguments with monks elsewhere in the original West Side of Geranium Bin to promote the grand multiplication; and go deeper into the masses to promote the Buddha Law and allow more people to convert.

But this cage disrupted our normal lives. Seeing the occasional loss of his eyes when he smiled at me, glancing at the sky in the yard of bird-language floral scents, I knew I had to let him do something.

So one morning, after breakfast, he was pulled to the desk and sat down, and he looked at me with a little surprise and pulled a pen out of my bag and put it in front of him.

“Come on, eat and drink. Time to work. ”

“Do what? ”

“We're in a cage right now, and if we don't find a way to do something ourselves, we'll soon be in a state of mental distress. So you can write down the Buddhist scriptures and think about how to translate them into Chinese. ”

“Translated into Chinese? ”

“Buddhism originated in geraniums and all scriptures are written in Sanskrit. If Buddha law is to flourish in China, it must be understood in Chinese.” I smiled and explained, "Now in the Chinese Plains, the Buddha is basically translated in the languages of the countries of the West. These Buddhist scriptures have lost some meaning when they are translated from Sanskrit into local languages, and more meaning when they are translated into Chinese. So all the mistakes, the cross-examination of teeth, also affect the propaganda of Buddhist doctrine. ”

“Both the Chinese and Sanskrit language systems are complex. To translate the Buddhist Scriptures, monks coming from the West and Geranium to Zhongyuan must cooperate with Zhongyuan monks. Words speculate that even if the meaning is barely reversed, it is not possible to reconcile Wenchai. Until now, at least, none of Van Han's people have changed the situation. Rosh, if a denomination is to be widely disseminated, its teachings must be understood by the majority. And this way of translating from Sanskrit word for word, even without knowing the cloud, is up to you to change. ”

His eyes sparkled and he looked at me sharply, without concealing the colour of praise. He has understood how important it is to disseminate Buddhism in the Chinese Plains, and to translate Buddhist scriptures accurately and easily.

“I'm afraid that Rosh's Chinese credentials are not yet up to date.” He held my hand and looked at me with hope, "Irene, will you help me? ”

I scratched my head, some embarrassed. I'm not a Buddhist. I read the Buddhist scriptures, and I'm dizzy. However, my knowledge is not of any use to his translation. And we can do one thing together, which excites me. Perhaps Rosh's first book, I'm one of the translators. Who really knows about these little things that have been wiped out in the floods of history?

“Well, we can start with some simple Buddhist scriptures and start practicing. ”

“Simple Buddha scripture?” He's thinking, talking to himself, "what's the first translation? ”

“Well, Rosh, there's a Vermouth, you know what Sanskrit is?” I ask quizzingly, because I don't know what Sanskrit is called. But Vermouth is an audio translator, and he translated the name, so he should be able to deduce it from my pronunciation. “Vermouth is a wealthy housekeeper, Buddhist cultivation is high, even many Bodhisattva come to him to ask him about the law. ”

This book is one of Rosh's most important translations and is one of the most important classics in Grand Multiplier Buddhism, except The Big Book. This scripture has a great impact on the Chinese people of Nakahara, because Buddhism in Nakahara is particularly thriving. Zhongyuan culture teaches filial piety. “There are three kinds of unfaithfulness and no great afterlife." Running from home conflicts with traditional ethics and etiquette in Zhongyuan. At the same time, leaving home to give up a lot of secular pleasure, which is also a difficult choice for a Han people. So such as the Vermouth Question can enjoy the prosperity and prosperity of the world and achieve such a high degree of achievement in Buddhism, which is a good example for Han Buddhists.

“Ah, this one!” He did pronounce a few Sanskrit words in a similar way. “But the meaning of this book is not simple. ”

I smile, I don't answer. He graciously held my hand and said wholeheartedly, "Ai Qing, Rosh understands your intentions. You are consoling me with the great wisdom of Vermouth. ”

He stood up and walked indoors. Think for a moment, look up at me, and your eyes are full of holes and wisdom. “Bodhisattva asked Weimo: ‘How can you be comfortable being a great Bodhisattva and dragging your family?’ Vermeer replied: ‘My mother was wisdom, my father gave birth, and my wife was the lucky one from the practice. Daughters represent mercy, sons represent goodwill. I have a home, but Buddha sex as a house. My disciples are all beings, my friends are all kinds of different cultivation doors, even the beautiful women who dedicate art around me are four kinds of convenience to cameras. ’ ”

I nodded with a smile. If only he had mentioned the Bible, he would have understood what I meant. “Rosh, Vermouth, even if he had a wife and a son who lived a worldly life, he was deserving of relief. ”

His eyes fluttered and his eyes filled with amusement: "Ai Qing, when did you know that 'Vermouth' meant ‘Untitled’? ”

Ah? Why did I commit this untouched prophet's illness again? Xuan Xuan has also translated the book, but Xuan Xuan's book is called "Saying No Scripture." And I can remember that the Sanskrit meaning of "Vermouth" depends entirely on Wang Wei. Because Wang Wei really liked Wei Mo Cheng, his name was “Wei”, so he gave himself the word "cross-examination” based on “Wei Mo Cheng”. His poems are called the Wang Mo Cross. However, Wang Wei does not understand Sanskrit, he does not know that Sanskrit “Wei” means “none”, “Mo" means “dirty”, and "cross-examination” is “even”. In other words, Wang Wei, that is, Wang did not, the word cross-examination is dirty and even, very well-proportioned dirty, all over the dirt. When I saw this phrase in Qian Xuanzhong's Journey to the West, my stomach ached. And that's how I remember it.

But how can I tell Rosh this joke when Wang Wei is not born yet?

“Ai Qing, you clearly don't understand Sanskrit, but you know the meaning of Sanskrit in a small part of Buddha law. You have never been to Jubilee and Jubilee, but you know what Buddha there is. You seem to know something about the future, but you can't get all the details. Your face hasn't changed for more than 20 years, and Rosh naturally believes you're a fairy. But why is the fairy only half-knowing? Shouldn't the fairy have known everything without the prophet? Or...” He held my shoulder and laughed deeply, "because of laziness, you practiced too little, too shallow? ”

Ah? This... I didn't think he even had such a rich imagination that, according to my personality, he thought of me as an ineligible lazy fairy.

“Rosh, I'm not a fairy...”

He shook his head and interrupted me: "Ai Qing, this question has been haunting my mind for more than two decades. But leaking the sky machine is a felony in the fairy kingdom, so Rosh would never force you to say it. ”

“Rosh, you're my closest person, and I won't hide you from me. Just give me a minute, okay?” I looked deep into his eyes and sincerely said, "I need to think about what to tell you. ”

“No, you don't have to say...” With a long arm stretched out and me in my arms, "Rosh said. The Buddha has mercy on you to save Rosh from this disaster. ”

Feel his powerful heartbeat in his warm arms, so real alive. There is no doubt that he has doubted my special identity since he was 13 years old. But his higher intelligence, after all, does not escape historical limitations. He interpreted my existence in his own way, and the fairy explained it most naturally. But he's my lover, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I shouldn't be hiding anything from him, so it's really time to tell him where I came from. It's just, what can I say? Will he accept such a strange identity again?

“Rosh...” The bright, broken beads still smell of sandalwood, mopping the Buddha beads on his arm, "Let's get to work. ”