Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 87: Dripping Happiness

Warm soft on the forehead. Open your eyes vaguely, a pair of shallow grey eyes close by. In the light of his chamber, he kept smiling shallow and looking at me without turning a blind eye. A crisp bird roars out the window, so bright the sky must be too early. My face is a little hot, which is the first time I've slept so late since I had Little Sh. How long has it been since you slept so peacefully?

After washing, I had breakfast with him. Knocking on the door, a respectful young voice came in: "Your Highness, His Majesty sent someone to sue you, and in half an hour you will arrive at the honor of the teacher. ”

I laughed and knew Yao Xing would come. He was humane enough to give us a full two days to come. Rosh opened the door and the humble voice at the door rang again: "His Majesty also said that he wished to see - Mother Shifu. ”

The word "master mother” was hesitant to bite and sounded awkward. I smiled and continued to fold quilts in the room.

“Monk Zhao, you follow the master into the house.” Rosh sighed.

I looked at the door strangely. For two days, whatever his disciples sent him, he picked him up outside the house and never let anyone in.

A young monk hurried into the house and stood half-dropped in the window where the sun was shining. I'm not over twenty years old. Eyebrows show, thin body, sunshine like a clear piece of white paper.

“Ai Qing, this is my big disciple, monk Zhao.” Rosh approached me and introduced me to him.

I nodded. When Rosh arrived in Chang 'an, he took 3,000, and it took him a long time. The most talented of these are known as Shimen Four Saints Eight Joons or Ten Cheols, while the monks are the number one. Of all Han disciples, he followed Rosh for the longest time and benefited the most. He left behind four high-level papers, the latter co-edited into the Hit Theory, which became an important example of the three theses. Too bad he died when he was only 31, otherwise he could have done more.

Measuring the young monk of the hereafter named, Rosh said softly, "Dog, kneel before your mother. Your life is saved by your mother! ”

I raised my head with Monk Zhao! Unbelievably looking at this weak young monk in front of me, I can no longer see the way he held it in his hand. That's the dog I adopted?

“Master!” Monk Zhao lost her composure and shook her voice at Rosh and asked, “Is she the teacher you've been missing? My aunt was entrusted by my mother to save my life from famine? ”

Rosh nodded, “So people don't recognize mothers, you're the only one who can't. ”

“Mother!” The monk suddenly knelt and cried, "the dog thanked the master mother for her help! If you are not a teacher and mother, the dog is buried in a disaster with his parents, let alone worship under the honor of the teacher. ”

I raised the monk with tears, he should be 18 years old this year. After I left, Rosh raised him and reasonably worshipped Rosh as his mentor. No wonder Monk Zhao is the youngest and the oldest disciple of the Drosh Facsimile compared to the rest of Shimen Tenchul. In the morning and evening of 16 years, he was with Rosh, not only as a teacher, but also as a father and son.

Talk to Monk Zhao again, Yao Xing will be here soon. Rosh took my hand and walked out the house. I stayed in the house for two days and now I just walk out the door. Previously, when the nightmare was raging, I didn't even notice where I was. He only remembered seeing him in the Temple of Grasshopper, and he held me for less than a minute. It can be seen that his residence is not far from Grasshopper Temple, but it is not in the temple.

The courtyard was gazed at in the sun near noon. It's a big, elegant yard with pine boulders on one side and plums on the other, all kinds of flowers. It was the blooming season of the plum blossoms, the fragrance array, Aroma's heart and spleen. The artificial lake in the middle of the courtyard is a fake mountain pile of pavilion water shell, on the middle axis is a five-opening heavy eaves hibernation style main house, and the beam drawing building is beautifully decorated. The rooms on both sides are also elegant and elegant.

There was a servant cleaning the road and a monk walking in and out. I was surprised to see him holding my hand. Rosh told the servant to call my wife, and the monk called my master and mother. I'll take the lead on the family business later. He walked me into the living room of the main house. There is a very interesting lohan lodge in the middle, with a smaller lowlife on both sides and a few cases. Buddha statues served on the desk, sandalwood cigarettes rose and the whole house was fresh and elegant.

With him for so long, it's the first time he's lived so luxuriously. In his biography, he says, "Don't live in Zengfang, don't stand up and provide abundant supplies”. Yao Xing treated him differently.

When I think of Yao Xing, I suddenly think of something. Ask Rosh softly: "Yao Xing stopped you when you came to me that day at Grasshopper Temple Palace. What the hell did you say to him, and he stopped stopping you? ”

Rosh smiled deeply and came into my ear and said, "There are two children climbing on my shoulders, wanting 37155; a woman. ”

I took a breath and covered my mouth with a gaze: "You, why are you saying that? ”

And he smiled lightly, "Even if Rosh didn't say so, do you think the blade pen of the Hereafter would rewrite that? ”

He asked silently. Indeed, whatever he says to Yao Xing will not change this appalling record. Alas, it's just still a little uncomfortable in my heart. Look at him. He doesn't care. Think about it. It doesn't matter what he says, it will always be written in future generations. So why do you care?

Monk Zhao entered the house and whispered to us that Yao Xing arrived immediately. Rosh nodded and took us out to wait at the entrance to the courtyard. When the footsteps were heard, the horseshoes sounded loud, and a large group of horses slowly embraced several carriages. It's a luxury wagon in Ming Huang. At the entrance of the courtyard, several eunuchs hugged him and helped Yao Xing out.

Rosh bowed respectfully, and I learned court etiquette that day. I knelt. While hesitating to kneel, Rosh insinuated not to kneel. I had to bow to salute. Yao Xing greeted Rosh and looked at me with interest. From the way he looked at me, he didn't remember seeing me once before.

Sit in the upper seat of the living room and serve tea. Yao Xinghaha smiled: “I don't know if I'm bothering the national teacher at this moment.” He took a look at the woman sitting at the bottom of his head and said quite deeply, "I have heard that the master of the country has taken her away from the house since the previous day and has not left the house for a couple of days. ”

Rosh smiled slightly and said to his jaw: “Does Your Majesty know that Rosh had a wife when he was in Liangzhou? ”

“I have heard a little about it. I heard that the wife of the Master of the Nation, though Princess Turtles, is a Han Daughter. Wen Wenxian-sook is more than wise. Sixteen years ago, she was pregnant, and unfortunately, she died of childbirth. ”

Rosh's eyes floated on me, sighing slightly, vaguely saying: "Rosh and his wife are the fruit of harmony. After dozens of rainstorms, I'll see you in hell. The Buddha's pity that Rosh will see my wife again on his birthday has been generous. ”

Yao Xing showed a sudden enlightenment and measured me with Rosh's eyes: “No wonder the sorcerer did such an amazing thing in his scripture. Turns out this Miyagi looks like the wife of the sorcerer. I admire the magician and even the loving man, who has been remembering this for so many years. ”

I opened my mouth in amazement. Yao Xing's imagination was really good. Rosh laughed, didn't say a word, let him guess. Yao Xing added: “The wife of the master of the country, if she could give birth to offspring, is now in her youth. Brilliant, Dingxiao Guoshi. It's a shame that I think about it. ”

Rosh and I looked at each other and didn't know how to respond to Yao Xing. Yao Xing looked at us as we exchanged our eyes, haha laughed: “Good Master Wise, own magic machine. Pretty soon we'll have twins, haha, congratulations. ”

Rosh was somewhat embarrassed, clapping his hands together: “Your Majesty, the first words are miscalculations. Rosh only knows now that my wife is stubborn and afraid she won't be able to get pregnant again. ”

Yao Xing stunned and shook his head: “It's a shame.” Have a cup of tea, think about it and say, "Master, let me arrange it for you. ”

My heart is tight. Yao Xing's so-called arrangement was to send ten palace buoys. It's historical, inevitable. What am I gonna do then?

Rosh shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't bother. Rosh is old, and more importantly, awaiting Rosh's completion in a limited number of years. ”

Yao Xingxuanqian: “The national teacher has already taught the apprenticeship, what is more important? ”

Roche Jung-jung said slowly: “Buddha's East was introduced to Nakahara, beginning with the Hammingdi Empire. After Wei Jin, the discourse grew. The Chinese Buddhist scriptures that have been preserved are translated by the monks of Geranium West. Wen Wen Fang, Yidu Yu. All are translated by the first and do not correspond to Sanskrit. So scripture, it's really hard to understand the physiology of the Chinese plains. Rosh spent many years in Central Plains, traveling through Han books. If you can translate the Sanskrit scriptures learned by Rosh into Chinese, you can thrive on the Buddhist laws of Zhongyuan. ”

The more Yao Xing listened, the more excited he was, he couldn't help clapping his hands and saying: "Okay! Van Hua, the Master of the Nation, is the perfect choice for translating the Book. If any funding is needed to set up a translation yard in Kusando Temple, I promise. ”

“The translation field is well organized and needs the help of many people. Rosh has 24 Turz disciples who can help Rosh in the Holy Scriptures. However, the only Han disciple with the ability to assist in translating the scriptures is a monk, and I am afraid that there is no time for one person to concurrently write and accept many matters of the texts. ”

“This is a good idea!” Yao Xing glanced and nodded, "I gave the order immediately, recruiting talented monks from all over the place, Bai Guo Shi as a teacher, together with assisting the Guo Shi to translate the scriptures. ”

After Yao Xing left, Buddha Jesse finally arrived in the afternoon. He did not speak Chinese well and took a lot of effort to reach the Temple of Grasshopper. Rosh has previously listened to me in detail about the process of meeting Jesse the Buddha. He leaped to his friend, Chang 'an, to help him translate. They have not met for more than two decades and have much to say. I let them talk and get acquainted with the surroundings myself, accompanied by monks and bandits.

He walked through the courtyard and met someone who did not know me, and the monk Zhao seriously told me who I was. I also met several Roche Turtles disciples, all of whom recognized me and were surprised, but complimented me. I don't want to explain anything more, just smile and tell them I'm back from my mother's house.

“Rosh, are you tired?” I added three more candles to a few cases and cut off the carburized candle core with shears. The light is much brighter, but still not comparable to modern lights. Seeing himself and him cut two intimate figures on the gauze window, he remembered Li Shangyin's "Where to Cut the West Window Candle Together”, warming his heart.

“Not tired.” He rubbed the corners of his eyes, dipped them in the yarn with a hairpin, and continued his exhilarating book. Just rub the corners of your eyes from time to time. The farther one leaves a few cases, the narrower one's eyes become.

“Come on, don't move.” I softly said, take out the presbyopia glasses and put them on for him.

He looked at the book in front of him in surprise and picked it up again and looked up and down. The corner of his mouth curved out a nice curve, and he turned to me and said, “What is this? How can you see so clearly when you put it on? ”

I looked at him with glasses and it was funny. He was wearing glasses, like a professor in college. Walking into old age he was engraved in a mold with that year's phylloxeritis. The power of heredity is enormous.

“It's called presbyopia glasses. When people get older, they can't see clearly. These glasses, using optical principles, can help you get back to normal focus. Old people there wear it when they read and write. ”

He was about to sigh, and I sighed, "I brought 200 degrees of presbyopia, the most common degree for people around the age of fifty. But it's not necessarily accurate, and it's best to go to the hospital to check the optical mirrors. Alas, unfortunately you can't go...”

He didn't answer, just smiled softly. The corners of the eyes, forehead and mouth are all wrinkled with silk lines and wrinkles around the neck. So many grooves of different sizes do not compromise his elegance. His temperament has been exuberant like cellaring alcohol for many years, and his years of grinding have added a rich, intense fragrance that drips away. Such a frosty face is more durable than when you were a teenager, and you won't get tired of staring at it for long.

He was generous enough to let me look at him. Unlike a teenager, he blushed when he couldn't move. Seeing me wasn't enough, he had a funny smile, reached out and tried to pull me.

“There's something else, by the way.” I deliberately jumped, “lifted your feet. ”

Help him put on thick to knee wool socks. This is a sock exported to Russia, hundreds of dollars a pair, I bought dozens of pairs in one breath. “Warm? Wear these socks in the winter to prevent frostbite recurrence. ”

“Hmm.” He lifted his feet and couldn't help laughing, "It's amazing what Rosh could use a thousand years later. ”

I also brought dozens of boxes of razor blades and dozens of razors. She was surprised when the bags were loaded in her backpack and brought to her. Ruffled to Rosh, he smiled and took something out of the cabinet and wrapped it carefully in a handkerchief. I brought a rusty razor when I opened it.

Sour nose, take out the handkerchief and wipe the corners of your eyes: “It doesn't look rusty anymore. Throw it away. There are so many new ones that you can use for years. ”

He answered, still smiling, repackaged and put it back in the cabinet. He wore wool socks, glasses, and pulled me into his arms. Circle my waist and bury my head in my hair. Hot breathing sprays around the neck with a slight palpitation. Mm-hmm. Looking at what he wrote in the case, he said, "What are you writing? ”

“This is Factual Theory for Your Majesty, in two volumes. Rosh has been writing for almost a month and will be able to do so soon.” He followed me and said softly, "General Yao Xian, General Yao Song, repeatedly asked me to go to Chang 'an Grand Temple to talk about the New Scriptures. Let's go to Chang 'an after we finish the Fact Sheet. ”

And I was like, “Am I going too? ”

“Of course!” he still wrapped around my waist and kissed me on the neck, "You've been here six months, and Rosh won't be separated from you every day. ”

He took off his glasses and put them on a few cases, and held me up: "My son told me to supervise you to take your pills and sleep early every day. ”

Put me in bed, some asthma: "I'm really old, I can't even hold you. ”

Hurry up and comfort him: “I'm fatter than ever. ”

He turned over me and smiled. “Yeah, it's a little heavy...”

The Buddha Jesse lived in our house for only one night and moved to the Temple of Grasshopper. Because of his incomplete Sanskrit scripture, Rosh asked Jesse the Buddha to silently write the Ten Dwellings. When he returns from Chang 'an, the two will discuss and translate the scripture together.

He never said anything about Rosh's life with my husband and wife, but I can see he's still having a hard time accepting it. But Rosh and I, we were no longer perceived by unexpected people. We can't even chew happiness yet.

In mid-March, the peach blossoms in the garden blossomed. The red clouds lay heaven and earth with no eyes on them. The breeze rose, sweeping past the branches, and the pink petals floated in the sky, falling gently on his tall, lean body. He laughed at me in the midst of all the things he had fallen into, passing through the super wind of a thousand sails like a man of Watermelon Mountain.

He reached out to me: “Let's go to Changan...”