Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 96: I met my father

I looked up and saw that the doors of the “Grasshopper Temple" were not as elegant as they had been renovated in future generations, and the plaque was plain and vain. Look at the payment, it's Yao Xing's problem. I couldn't help but get excited and my footsteps stalled. He stared at the door, and his mind was a little confused. My father, whom I have never met, is inside...

“What are you looking at?” My elbow was slightly smashed, it was Daoheng with a smile on his face, pulling my arm up the stairs excitedly, "this is the famous Kusando Temple. Master Jumorosh here translates the Book. I heard that more than 3,000 monks followed him in his practice. It is truly unprecedented. The greatest desire of the poor monks to come to Chang 'an is to worship him as a teacher, wondering whether he will be repaid. ”

Dao Heng whispered. Although he had only been with him for two days since Xianyang, he had repeatedly stressed on the road that he must worship his father as a teacher, hearing my ears cocoon. Had it not been for the cuteness and goodness of the people who looked like him, I would have really liked to dump him so I could get to Grasshopper Temple quickly.

Stepping into the door, Dao Heng prayed to the monk guarding the door. “This brother, please inform me that Dao Heng, the Blue Tian monk, has come to customary law. This is my brother's signpost. May Master Morosh take us both as disciples. ”

Alas, I told him so many times, I didn't like the way he gave me the name. He laughed and said that, since he was away from home, he could no longer use the folk name. Then call me "Dojo” everywhere. Oh, my God, that name doesn't have an artistic feel. I knew I had to have a legal name, so I got up myself.

The monk who guarded the door seemed surprised after a glance at me. He measured me up and down again and stopped talking. I know I prefer the Central Asian gene for my face: high nose, deep nose, light grey eyes, reddish brown hair, sharpened chin, plus a meter and eight heads, all very noticeable in my own time, not to mention ancient people. However, Daoheng glanced at me the first time, why did this doorman keep staring at me?

Dao Heng shouted, "Brother," and this brother just returned to God, giving us a salute: "Two brothers must practice their ways naturally. The magician allowed any monk to come here to observe the translation. It's just that this worshipper, the magician, made a wish three years ago to stop taking disciples. ”

“This, this... why is the Master no longer an apprentice?” Dao Hang stuck up and looked frustrated.

I know why, I don't want Dao Heng to keep asking. Pull him over, head down close to his fat body: "Don't ask too much. It's still important to hurry into the temple and meet the magician. ”

The monk guarding the gate suddenly and respectfully saluted a monk who came towards the temple gate. His attitude was very respectful: “Brother Sinh Zhao. ”

Is that a monk? The dog? I'm hurrying to look at people. He was very thin, as if the wind could blow him away, and his skin was white. He's supposed to be 21 now, a year younger than me, but he's old and he's got a big face.

The monk who guarded the door introduced me to Daoheng, and the monk Zhao, like that brother, looked at me and looked at me and looked at me.

“Brother Sinh Zhao!” I hum, salute him, "wonder where Master Rosh is now? ”

Monk Zhao retracted his gaze and bowed slightly: "In the afternoon, the teacher will translate the scriptures in the palace. The two of you can first go to the monastery to settle down and then go to the palace to study. ”

He! I was happy to nod my head and live with Dao Heng in the monastery led by a little monk. I was surprised to see all my monks on the way. I was depressed to think that one of my faces in my own time was too attractive for girls. How did I get to Yao Qin's Chang 'an to do this to monks?

Put your backpack in and go to the palace immediately. I took a big step toward the main hall, and Dao Heng ran all the way to follow me: “Dao Zheng, why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you more anxious than I am to meet Master Tamorosh? ”

I ignored him and walked faster. How does he know how I feel?

Step up three steps and step into the palace. Inside is a busy scene: a thousand monks sitting on top of each other, squeezing the palace into nowhere. In front of the Buddha statue in front of the main hall, a tall slim figure, slightly wrapped around his back, walking with a book in his hand, dozens of people sitting beside him, is working hard on a book.

Sitting on a corner leg with a signpost, his eyes never left that tall slim figure. Was it him, the father I hadn't seen in 22 years? Why do I feel familiar?

He was translating a scripture, and I listened carefully to it, which was the Buddha's Book. Before coming, I read the scriptures he translated again. The ultra-high memory inherited from him allows me to carry these scriptures even if I don't know Buddha's law very well. So it's not hard to be a monk here.

He finished translating a few words. He smiled and said to the monks: "Today the scriptures can be translated. Thank you. ”

His voice was slightly lower, warm as a jade, with a western accent. Fifty-six years old, he was old, but he had an unparalleled attitude. The smile was clear and dusty.

Dao Heng suddenly called out: “Is that the magician of Pomorosh? Why is he so much like you? ”

No wonder I keep seeing him so intimately familiar. High nose, deep eyes, shallow grey eyes, sharpened chin, none of the five officials resemble each other, even the height. Except my skin is a little whiter than his. When he was young, he looked like me, didn't he? No wonder the monks at Kusando Temple looked at me with a strange look.

“Rosh, should I translate the D'Amodoro and Verdailles first? ”

There are several foreign monks of Indian and Western Asian descent sitting in places similar to VIP seats. I know those are teachers and friends who came to help Dad translate the scriptures. One of them, skinny and capable, looked a few years younger than Dad, asked him a question, which was supposed to be in Sanskrit. After he had said it again, he said it again in unskilled Chinese.

Daddy bowed respectfully to the old man: "Damodoro and Buddha were masters of the Patriarch. Rosh intends to translate the Big Sky essay first, and we will translate it later. So tomorrow we will begin translating the Book of Vermouth. ”

The old monk showed dissatisfaction and whispered coldly: "The great multiplier in Geranium is a yoga pedestrian pie, created for Maitreya Buddha, because it is the clearest word. How can you compare what you are advocating with what you are advocating? ”

I'm a little upset. The old man actually spoke to Dad in such a polite tone. I know who he is. He is a Buddhist traveler who disagrees with Dad on the Buddha's point of view. Chinese is called Zhenxian. After coming to Han Dynasty, he fought so hard against Dad's authority that he wanted to contend with Dad's chamber.

“Brother Zhou Xian, you come to Chang 'an to assist in translating the Book, Rosh is very happy. In common with his brother, he shakes up Xuanwei and enlightens many interests.” Dad still saluted him with patience, "Roshfeld said, reluctantly translated. It was just thought that the principle of the great multiplication of the air zoning had spread widely in geraniums and was more acceptable to the population. However, it is very difficult for a Zongdu to become a Buddha. According to Zongdu, it is not suitable for Nakahara at this time. ”

I couldn't help but nod. Dad made a good point. Most Buddhist denominations in China belong to the empty sect, because the "Buddhist nature of every mention” advocated by the empty sects, “Put down the slaughter knife, stand up for Buddha”, “Ruthless sexuality” and so on, even the old lady can understand. But isn't it natural to have an advocated Buddhist path that is difficult and uncertain, and that ordinary people have nothing to lose? The difficulty of becoming a Buddha determines the duration of this sect's popularity in China. According to the founding French sect, Xuan Xuan accepted all of India's philosophy. As a result, Xuan Xuan died and the French sect disappeared, for this reason.

Old man Zhaoxian stood up and walked to his father, his nose humming: “Rosh, what makes you so famous for translating and annotating scriptures that they are nothing special compared to others? ”

The monks were all loud, and the buzzing of the turning ears rang. I almost jumped. What did the old man say? In the presence of thousands of monks who shouted “master respect” for their father, this questioning of his authority was clearly provocative. The old man attacked with his own hands when it was nothing but a clash within the sect. It was outrageous!

Dad's face sank and his chest fluctuated. After taking a few deep breaths and stabilizing his mood, he said to the old man, still exasperating in a respectful tone: "It's just that people are looking at Rosh's old age. How can you call these fictitious names beautiful? ”

Old Zhaoxian's chin swung, pressing one more step: “There is an empty section, which is good and bad, you and I can fight each other, you can tell the difference. ”

Dad had calmed down and looked at him as usual. He shook his head and said: "Brother, the urgent task at hand is to translate the scriptures. Roche is too weak, naturally unable to compete with his brother, there is no need to argue, Roche admits to losing. ”

Old man Zhaoxian was just about to speak and rang a bell outside the palace. Daddy said to the monks in a waveless tone: "It's late class time. Today's lesson is" Do not think about the words of Bodhisattva ". ”

Old man Akexian didn't want to continue to make a scene in the evening class. He stopped hurting and walked back to his seat. Daddy burned incense worship in front of the Buddha statue, and everyone stopped making noise, all as Daddy moved to pray to the Buddha. Then he sat down with his legs and recited under his father's guidance: "If I smell it: Buddha gave loneliness in the forest of Shewei kingdom...”

I bowed my head and mumbled, trying to keep my voice down so that no one else could hear that I was not authentic. At the end of the evening class, I followed Dao Heng back to the monastery to pick up the big bag. Then walk out of the temple gate and wait by the road. He has another place beside the Temple of Grasshopper, which is a must pass.

At 5: 00 p.m. in the winter, the weather dimmed and the cold wind whimpered, and it might snow tomorrow. Standing in the shady path, hoping, in a messy mood, excited and a little hesitant. I usually smoke very little, but now I want a cigarette in my hand so I can't relax my trembling hands.

A lean figure appeared on the tree-lined road, surrounded by monks and other older monks. My nerves were so nervous, I shook my hands constantly and walked unheeded towards that tall slim figure. My heart is pounding faster than when I was running on the football field.

He saw me. Stand still and stare at me slowly and straightly. Her eyebrows closed slightly and her eyes squeezed, seemingly recognizing something. Then he walked towards me, too, slowly, closer and deeper in his face.

Somehow, in such a nervous mood, I slowly approached him and grinned at the corner of his mouth. His eyes never left my face, he saw me smile, his eyes widened and his body swayed for a moment.

“Master! ”

The monk took hold of him. His eyes still fell on me, swinging his hands, showing no need. Our distance is getting closer and my hands are shaking. I was wondering if he could accept the fact that his son suddenly became that big.

He's four or five meters away from me. I've been laughing at him. Seems that's the only way I can get rid of some mysterious anxiety.

He finally stood face to face with me. I stretched my wrist in front of him, and the crystalline onion beads sparkled a soft light. Above, there are his lifelong wings: not to blame, not to blame. In my hand, lying in an old bamboo dragonfly, it was a gift from my father.

He looked down at the beads on my wrist, stretched out his trembling hand and lifted the bamboo dragonfly in my hand. When he raised his head again, his mouth fought chestnuts and his chest couldn't hold up and down. His eyes suddenly crossed me and looked behind me, eagerly searching.

Biting her lips, she said softly, "She didn't come. ”

He held on, half-eyed back, fell back on my face, carefully identified, and shook his voice and asked, "You, what are you? Why is it so big? ”

“I chose you at your age.” My eyes were a little blurred, I sucked my nose and said with a smile: “I've had a wish since I was a kid, I wish I could see you with my own eyes...”

Why is my voice shaking so hard?

“Has it been so many years with you?” His voice trembled like a leaf in the wind.

“Well, she said you waited for her 16 years at the most. She could have waited longer than you. ”

Mom said it in the autumn. I pushed her for a walk on the hospital lawn, and she looked at the golden tongue leaves and sank into her memories. She said she met Dad in the fall, and she gave birth to me in the fall.

His eyes filled with tears, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he suddenly looked up and down at me: “How did you get out of the house? ”

I touched my light head and laughed. It's cold in the winter. “I didn't. It's just to get closer to you.” Fortunately, in Dad's day, monks don't need to burn scars.

He nodded and stared at me carefully. His eyes were a little tranced: “You smile, much like her...”

The smile slowly disappeared on my face. I remembered that Mom used to look at me in a trance and say, “Xiaoshu, you look just like him..." They were both looking for each other on me.

“She...” Swallow, take a deep breath, look forward to me, "OK? ”

Feeling heavy all of a sudden, blurry “hmm”. I still couldn't help but bite the corner of my mouth and whisper: “I'm here to tell you about her...”

Hold my hand and muffled, "Follow me. ”

“Master! ”

Some of the monks who have been staring at us have called him. He paused and turned to the monk and said: "Tomorrow the gang will host the early class for the division. The translation of the scriptures is suspended for a day, there are more important things for the teacher. ”

We walked forward with the surprise of the monks. His body was trembling and his footsteps were twitching. I hesitated to hold his arm. He shook and looked at me, a little warmth flowing in his tears. I laughed, closer to his body, holding him with my young, strong body, one step forward.

It's getting darker. In the twilight, the cold wind swept me and his coat, making a chirping noise. He relieved himself of leaning against me, passing his temperature through his clothes, penetrating my heart with a hint. Take a look at him and pass my strength on to him even harder. We, as if there had never been a millennium of time apart. We, it seems, were born to be this familiar. Lean on each other, warm each other up, keep walking like this...