Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 99: End of Day

“Master Dao Sign! ”

I turned around and looked at the figure I had met and approached me quietly. Still beautiful face, moving eyes, as clean as an ancient unpolluted blue sky. It's just a hairbrush. It's a young woman's costume. It's a little less delicate, but it's more attractive to mature women. When I saw her again, my heart was still beating.

RUNG Qingrong Yu was supposed to hold my hand and talk desperately. When he saw Luo Xiu, he immediately threw me away, jumped forward and stabbed him in the arms of Lian Xiu. I watched Luo Xiu speak to the two children drowning, wipe their mouths with a pad, and the gentle look was like a young mother in my memory.

I feel a little sad. Instead of calling me "Little Shih," she called me "Master Dao" in earnest. Slowly he walked up to her and looked at her with a smile: "Luo Xiu, I haven't seen you in four years, how are you? ”

She lifted her eyes and her pure eyes circled over my face, with watery tenderness in her eyes. At that moment, I was a little jealous of her husband. She asked the driver who sent her to take the two children to the carriage and turned around and smiled at me.

“Fine.” Her cheeks flickered and her head bowed, revealing a jade neck. The crisp voice sounded, “My husband is very kind to me, I have had some...”

As soon as I flinch, I'll be free. She is 21 years old, and in this day and age, she is indeed a mother. But why does it hurt my heart to hear about her having a baby?

Shaking her head, she shouldn't have thought about it without looking at the edge, looking at her eyes and asking: "Well, leave the clear rain to you, your husband will...”

She shook her head and a happy smile appeared on her face: "My husband's family already knew about this, and he would treat the rain like a child to himself. ”

Emotionally, she really married a good husband. Her father told me that she chose this kiss. The man, though only a low-ranking official, was righteous and kind, took her seriously and vowed never to accept a concubine. She's such a beautiful girl, and there really should be a good man for her. My father and I can rest assured that Clear Rain is entrusted to her.

“How's the magician? ”

“Not so good.” I shook my head and sighed, "I'm afraid it's hard to escape. So the magician ordered me to entrust two children to you. If anything happens to the magician, neither of them will lose their support. ”

“Don't worry. And We raised them from a young age, and We shall not wrong them in the future.” Her face became serious and she solemnly swore to me. Then he softened his voice to me and said, "Master Ji will bless him. ”

I looked at her tender face, a little hairy. Why is such a pure girl so hard to find in my time?

I watched as she left in the carriage. For her, there was always a slight acidity in her heart. I didn't have the courage of my parents to break through the space-time barrier and bravely hold her hand. I could only watch the carriage go further and further.

In the summer sunset, the cicadas were manic and a few cold winds swept by, unable to wave away my loss. This will make it impossible to meet again. Chang 'an will be in hell again in a few years. I tried to warn Liang Xiu, but what is truly safe in Nakahara today?

I can't help but think of Tang Dynasty Choi's poem.

Last year in this door today, the peach blossoms were red.

People don't know where to go. Peach blossoms still laugh in the spring breeze.

Luo Xiu, I hope you are safe and sound with your husband and your son, whom I have never met...

“Signs! ”

It's a familiar voice, I sigh, turn around. Look at the rolling torso running up the shady road. It's been four years. He's rounded up more than a leather ball.

“Tao Bing, I heard you were back, I came to find you!” Panting in front of me, gazing at me, "When did you get back? Why hasn't it changed at all? ”

I laughed, “I came back yesterday.” For me, time is only six months away, and of course nothing will change.

Tao Heng grabbed my arm and rushed to Dad's place: “You haven't seen the master yet, have you? He is now ill and has been asleep for several days. I heard he called a foreign disciple to recite a spell for him last night. I don't know what's going on today. ”

“I've seen him and lived with him yesterday.” I explain it lightly. Last night I asked the monk Zhao to summon Dad's Turtle disciple and read the scriptures outside Dad's bedroom all night. Yao Xing was really impressed, he is now coming from Chang 'an.

“If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to see my teacher. Over the past four years, I've learned more from the honor of a teacher than I've learned in the last 30 years.” He sighed and said sincerely to me, "Thank you, signpost! ”

“Dao Heng, is His Majesty still forcing you to be vulgar? ”

He sighed a long time and exhaled depressingly: "I've always felt that Liu Bob must be the opposite. His Majesty was persuaded not to entrust Liu Bob with military power, but unfortunately His Majesty did not listen. Two years ago, Liu Bo Bo was against it. His Majesty regretted it and came back to persecute me to practise politics. If I hadn't been dissuaded by my master, I would have walked away, just like you. ”

In the late days of Yao Xing's reign, the dynasty was a mess. Without a good conspiracy, he put his mind to Daoheng. Dao Heng, despite his appearance, looked at the problem very precisely, but his mind was not political.

“If His Majesty wants to force you to hide the mountain forest.” I divulged it implicitly.

Yao Xing couldn't hold out much longer. In Yao Xing's later years, several sons had to compete before their father died. After Yao Xing's death, Prince Yao Xing succeeded him for less than a year before defeating the country in Liu Yu's attack. These, which will take place in 417 AD, are only eight years away. If Dao Heng goes into hiding, he will also be spared the war.

Dao Heng shook his head and sighed: “Alas, the ancients had a saying: ‘Whoever gives me good goods damages my God, and whoever gives birth to my name kills me.’ If you push me too hard, that's the only way. ”

Dao Heng stepped into Dad's house with me. There were a lot of people in the lobby, and Dad's bedroom was surrounded by a lot of people, all his disciples, who looked worried but didn't dare to come in and disturb Dad.

I let Dao Hang wait outside and went into the bedroom myself. There was only him and the monk in the house: he lay on his side of the bed with scripture in his hand, still reciting, and the monk beside him was exasperated by the book.

“Dad!”

Monk Zhaozhao looked up at me and I quickly changed my mouth: "Master, why are you still translating the Book! You should rest now! ”

“Time is running out. If this" Big Pick "is not finished yet, it has to be done.” He smiled gently at me and turned to ask the monk Zhao: “Is the school over? ”

The monk hit the pen, wiping off the sweat beads on his forehead, and sighed softly: "Master, finally done. Get some rest. ”

And he shook his head: "Go get all the disciples. Rosh has a few words to say to you. ”

The bedroom was crowded with no standing cone, the air was dull, but everyone was unhappy and their eyes were swollen to look at Dad. Dad's spirit wasn't very good. He probably worked day and night, consuming a lot of energy. He asked me to lift him up, to sit on his bed with his tray legs, and to look at the people and say:

“For the sake of Buddha's law, we have to get together with the princes. It seems difficult in this life, but it is truly sad once in a lifetime. ”

His voice was not loud, but it smelled like farewell. Some of the monks couldn't help crying and shouted: "Master! ”

He looked mercifully at everyone's face and sighed softly: "Rosh was the one who ignored shallow, falsely interpreted, translating more than three hundred volumes. There will certainly be no mistake if only one of the Decalogues has not been deleted and deposited. I hope that the translations will circulate to future generations and that they will all be promoted and circulated. ”

The crowd finally couldn't help but cry out loud. For a while, the cry was filled with a small bedroom, and even I felt a little sad. Steady your mood and look him in the eye.

He looked at me and stopped talking. I was in a bit of a hurry and said out loud: "Master, there is no mistake in your translation. You made a wish in the presence of the Buddha last night: If there is no falsehood in it, the tongue shall not rot after it has been burned. ”

My voice has just fallen and everyone is amazed. The sorrow on his face was even worse. Soon, he cried even louder. Dad glanced at me and stopped talking. I greeted everyone with Monk Zhao and let Dad rest for a while. One by one, the monks went to say goodbye to their father and went out crying. Finally, Dad ordered the monk to hit him a few times and let him out too. Watching the monk's slim back disappear, Daddy's eyes wept and sighed in the shadows.

“Dad, is there anything else you want to bring?” I put a wooden box full of parents' feelings for more than 40 years in my backpack and asked him softly.

He looked around the room, his eyes were complicated, and he shook his head slowly.

Yao Qinhong began August 20, '11, and Guo Shi Yao Morosh graduated from Chang 'an.

The fire burned and instantly swallowed up the body on the fire heap. Three thousand monks read the scriptures with their legs, and cried with repression. Yao Xing's eyes were red and swollen. He was held by Prince Yao Yao.

The fire burned for more than two hours and finally became a pile of ash. Monk Zhao and several of his disciples wept on the fire to clean it up, but no bones were broken. Dawson suddenly shouted, "Look! ”

The ashes were extinguished, the shapes were shattered, but the tongues were still alive. Everyone got up and came around. Yao Xing glanced at the still soft tongue unbelievably and shouted sadly: “I have lost my master, I am indeed a national! ”

The great disciple of the magician, Tortoise, stared at this incredible tongue and cried at all the monks: “Master, you have gained less than one-tenth. ”

The monks listened to the words of Panjetaro, surrounded the tongue, and all knelt down. Crying shook, shaking the mountains. Pine wind whimpers, like crying.

The Monk Morosh Master translates the Chinese Theory, the Hundred Doctrine, the Twelve Gates Theory, the General Scripture, the Pharaoh Scripture, the Great Intelligence Theory, the Vermouth Scripture, the Chinese Hand Scripture, the Complete Doctrine, the Amitabha Scripture, the Unlimited Life Scripture, the First Three Obscures Scripture, the Ten Dwellings Scripture, the Sitting Three Obscures Scripture, the Mylar Buddha Scripture, the Mylar Next Scripture, the Ten Laws, the Ten Rituals Book, the Bodhisattva Ritual Book, Buddha Tibet, Bodhisattva Tibet, and so on. The total number of translations, according to Volume Two of the Three Tibetan Books, is 35 copies, 297 volumes; according to Volume Four of the Open Transcript, there are 74 copies, 384 volumes. Comment on "Chengshi", "Ten Residences", "Zhong" and "Twelve Gates".

Most of his translations, mostly to the 21st century, were lost.

Today Xiandou County Guifeng North Foothill Grasshopper Temple, was the venue for the translation of the Buddhist Scriptures under the auspices of Pomorosh at that time. The temple houses the Moroshchelita, the land of Moroshchelita.