Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 86: Allegiance (2)

Buddhist Buddhist ideals and aspirations since the age of thirteen were abandoned at the age of fifty-three. For the rest of his life, his heart poured on the translation of the Book, and there were no written arguments. For many Buddhists in the Middle East, translating so many important Buddhist scriptures is an immense contribution. But for him, the translation sacrificed his forty years of ideals and allowed Buddhism to spread quickly in a way that the Chinese could understand. What kind of painful thinking would make him make such a trade-off?

And he, as some future Buddhist historians believe, is just a successful propagator of Buddhism, a “brilliant" magician?

His disciple, the geranium student of one of the four holy shrines of Shimen, advocates enlightenment. All beings have Buddhism and are the earliest prototypes of the Zen sect of future generations;

Tang Gao Shin Ji Tibet founded the third thesis section based on his translation of the three theses of "Chinese Theory", "Hundred Theory" and "Twelve Gates Theory", and honored Rosh as the original ancestor;

The high priest chose his translation of "The Book of Fahwa" as “The Book of the Tendai Sect” and the Tendai Sect was also referred to as “The Fahwa Sect”. The greater the influence of the rooftop section, the higher the prestige of Rosh;

His translation of the Amitabha Book, which is short and easy to recite, became a “textbook” that everyone in the Pure Land must read every day. The impact of the pure soil sect has increased with the widespread spread of the passage;

In the 13th century, the Japanese monk Nishi Lotus founded the Nishi Lotus Sect in Japan, with Roche as his first ancestor.

That's not enough to prove his greatness. Is he a true archdeacon? There is also a great master who does not translate, and that is Xuan Zheng. There is no inheritance of their own writings, nor does it in any way impair the priesthood of the two masters.

The nose starts to bitter again. Looking at his wise and merciful eyebrows, I understood that he didn't care if he was a master or not, nor did he have time to care. His life, and more importantly, awaits him. He put it in his arms again, circled his waist, listened to his heart beat, and tears couldn't help but drip on the brown red monk's robe. And he, just gently kissed me to tears in the corner of my eyes, the wind and the clouds smile embraced me and warmed up a warm...

The backpack was brought back the next morning. I couldn't wait to get a big pile of pictures and give Rosh a detailed picture in chronological order. From the birth of Little Shih to his 33rd birthday for me. Thousands of photographs, all printed from my laptop and cell phone in a day, almost ran out of Nie's rubber.

He flipped one very slowly and seemed to have to spend the last six years with each of the little ones on it. I couldn't help but cry a few times when I was emotionally agitated. Look at the photo like this and quietly pass through the morning.

Rosh's hands trembled, his breathing grew heavier, and he picked up the last photo with a trembling tremor. This was taken in the snow the day before I left. Me and Xiaoshu piled two snowmen, a little snowman. Xiaoshu tied the Adeles silk around my neck to a snowman and put the onion beads around my neck into the heart of another snowman. Then take off your hat and put it on Snowman's head. He said it was our family.

Standing next to the little snowman representing himself, Xiaoshu smiled like a bright sunshine on Rosh's little face. On the little snowman, the branches twist and spell a few English letters.

Tell Rosh: These letters are ILOVEU, I love you!

Rosh's hands trembled and tears dropped on the photo, and he quickly wiped them off with his cuffs. I smiled and erased tears in the corner of my eyes and remembered the photo shoot that day. Xiaoshu took my silk scarf and asked me to turn around until he finished swinging it. When I saw the letters on the three snowmen representing the three of us and the lines, I cried like Rosh. These ideas were made by Xiaoshu himself. At that moment, I really miss our family of three, like these three snowmen, hugging each other tightly...

I approached him sitting on the edge of the bed, and he held me by the waist, buried his head in my stomach, and swallowed the voice: "Ai Qing, with the child alone, thank you very much. Rosh was so ashamed that as a father, he did nothing..."

“Rosh, don't blame yourself, you just can't.” I sucked my nose and laughed as hard as I could, "and by the way, my son wrote you a letter. ”

Find this letter in the bag and deliver it to Rosh. He took it apart. The hand holding the letter is still trembling. I probed him and asked him, "Xiaoshu is written in simplified script a thousand years later, and the sentence is not the same as the ancient text, and needs to be read from left to right. You need my help? ”

“Yes, sir.” He looked at the letter, his nose was heavy, and he answered me with a stuffy voice, "Your note, Rosh, has read it hundreds of times and is used to it. ”

I haven't read Xiaoshu's letter. This is what he wrote to his father, although he didn't say not to show it to me, but I still have to respect my son. I stared at Rosh, who stared at the letter, his eyebrows closing, his mouth chestnuts, his throat knotted up and down in several neck lines. I couldn't help but cover myself with wide sleeves and shake my shoulders slightly.

“Rosh...”

He was still buried in his sleeve, with a muffled cry coming out and his right hand shivering to deliver the letter. I took it. It had a naive font on it:

“Daddy,

Hi, I'm Shih, your son, and I'm six years old.

Mom told me that you couldn't even get a train plane far away, so you couldn't come visit Xiaoshu. But Mama said you loved Mama and Little Sh. You miss us every day. You're the best dad in the world.

Mom says I look a lot like you. Mommy sometimes cries when she looks at me, and I know she misses Daddy. Every year on Little Sh's birthday, Mom makes little wishes. Little Sh's wish never told Mom. Xiaoshu's wish is: Dad can be with Mom so she doesn't cry too often. Xiaoshu doesn't like mommy crying.

Mom took Xiaoshu very hard, although Grandma and Grandpa took care of her. But Mom was very filial and said that Grandma and Grandma were too old to worry about them all the time. Every time Xiaoshu gets sick, her mother hastens to stay awake for several nights. Mom loves me so much, she goes to school for Little Shih every night. Mom gets angry sometimes, too, because Little Shih is so naughty. But don't worry, Xiaoshu will be good in the future, don't make Mom angry.

Mom said she was coming to see you. Xiaoshu knew that Mama was looking forward to seeing you, a long time ago. She's happy to see you, too. Xiaoshu wanted to come too, but Mom said Xiaoshu was too small to come. Mom said, as long as I study hard and grow up to be a scientist like Uncle Nie, I can come and see you if I know a lot of things.

Even though I haven't seen Mom in six months, Mom can't call Xiaoshu. But Xiaoshu knew that Mommy must be very happy to see Daddy. Daddy's gonna take care of Mommy for Little Sh. Mom is ill, often dizzy and weak and takes pills every day. But once she was busy, she forgot to eat and take pills and often stayed up all night reading and writing articles. Xiaoshu used to remind her to take pills and supervise her against staying up late. Mommy's at Daddy's. Daddy must remind Mommy to eat and take pills on time and go to bed early.

Mom said she'd be back in six months. Xiaoshu was hoping Mom would bring Dad back, but Mom said Dad couldn't come to us. So don't worry when Mom gets back. Xiaoshu is a man, he will definitely grow up fast and take good care of his mother.

Dad, you wait for me to grow up. I will definitely come and see you when I grow up.

Your son: Xiaoshu ”

I couldn't help but shed my tears. This kid, he's only six years old, and he understands. His wish to acquiesce to the candle on his birthday was to have his parents together. Couldn't give him a whole home. In any case, he shouldn't be a parent...

Rosh held me in his arms and held me tight, tears dropped on my neck: "My wife, thank you for teaching my son so well. Rosh sorry for you, sorry son..."

We cried together for a long time. At that moment, his lovely little face kept shaking in front of him. I want my son, I want to be in a hurry...

It didn't take long for our emotions to calm down. He took Xiaoshu's letter and looked at it carefully again. And when he looked up, he had a little bit of a stiffness on his face: "Ai Qing, can you stay for six months this time? ”

I nodded slowly. I wanted to tell him in a few days, but my son told me. His eyes darkened and he stood up and stepped in front of the window. His eyes fell on the pine tree outside the window, without words for half a day.

Amazing in my heart. Why don't I just spend six months with him? But even this time, it was stolen from God. Approaching him, he softly called: “Rosh...”

He turned around and saw no more sorrow in his eyes. Smile, the wind is bright and cloudy. Hold my shoulder and smile with me at Jinsong in the snow: "Buddha can reunite my husband and wife for life, and Rosh is grateful for everything. Six months, enough...”

I laughed too. Yeah, there's been six months. As long as we treasure the drip for the past six months, we can live longer than decades, can't we? Lean on his shoulder and feel the happiness and contentment in his heart. Heart, becomes soft as cotton.

Leaning on each other for a while, he turned to me and asked me, "Ai Qing, do you still need your blood deficiency medication every day? ”

Why would this little shrew say anything? I should have checked his letter first.

Don't want to tell him the truth and make him worry, and say it in a trivial way: "It's okay. I have a prescription to treat blood deficiency. Just eat it every day and you'll be fine. ”

Go in the bag and hand Rosh the recipe that Ni printed. He looked closely and nodded wonderfully. I transcribed it myself and gave the printed version to me to put away. Then he went out with the prescription.

I've been telling him about Xiaoshu since he got back that day, and I haven't let go of any details. Just hiding Xiaoshu's leukemia at birth and subsequent bone marrow transplant surgery. He listened as thirsty as ever, listened to his son's early wisdom and maturity, and nodded praises. When I heard little naughty tricks, I frowned and shook my head, and I couldn't help but laugh.

It was not until the indoors were blurred that the night came to alarm. His disciple has sent over well-prepared medicine and dinner. Look at my bitter face finish the pills and force me to have a full dinner. He tried to hold him and he shook his head with a smile.

“Axel, it's late. Go to sleep. My son has told me that you need to eat and take your pills on time every day and not stay up late.” He smiled softly, "I'll take care of you instead of my son. ”