Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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The next day the group of Persians set off for Chang'an. I am neither a Persian nor a Zoroastrian. Naturally, I can no longer eat and dwell in the Zoroastrian Chapel. I plan to go shopping first and find a place to stay.

The people on the street are still standing shoulder to shoulder, and are rushing to Ximen. I seem to hear them yelling "Chumorojibo" in their mouths. He asked a middle-aged man and said that today he had a grand lecture at the conference hall outside Ximen. He was lectured by the well-known Master Chumoruojipo. He had a rare opportunity. Hurry and grab a good seat.

The following words floated into my ears indiscriminately. I unconsciously hummed, and my middle-aged uncle walked away with my legs floating.

Coming to this "Five-Year-One Congress" again. The two four or five meters high Buddha statues that were patrolled yesterday should now be in a temple in the city. There was a lot of talk in the venue, everyone was sitting on the floor. There was a golden Leo on the high platform, and the golden mattress woven with gold thread gleamed with golden light under the bright sun.

I'm still late and I can only sit behind. It was found that the proportion of women in the crowd was higher than that of men, and all of them turned red. Alas, handsome guys recruit people everywhere, even if they are monks. Today, if you change a thin old monk, are there still so many female audiences? When I remembered that he had explained Confucius to him, "I haven't seen good virtues like a slut," I can't help but smile. The old man would never bully me.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the women stretched their necks even more. I can't wait to look out at the meeting. Someone came to power, but it was not him, but King Qizi Baichun, leading a group of nobles, forming a circle. Then, he came out, still covered with golden thread, and walked smoothly and out of the ordinary. He calmly walked towards the Golden Leo in the middle of the stage. Bai Chun knelt down in front of him and held out the lifting motion with both hands. Rosh stomped on Bai Chun's hand with one foot, and put another foot on Bai Chun's shoulder, sitting on the Golden Leo. The crowd has stayed, such a high standard of courtesy, let alone me, is this the first time even the people of Guizi have met? In his biography, he wrote: "King Guizi is a goldsmith. It is based on the big Qin Jin mattress. Ling Shisheng said it." I saw it today and found it true.

Bai Chun waited for Roche to sit down, and then sat with the nobles on the carpet under the head of Jinshizi. Rosh spoke, speaking Turro, I think it's because of the low prevalence of Sanskrit because he is speaking to the public. Compared with when he was 13 years old, his voice removed the childishness, added more mature, and ironed every nerve of the listener warmly and pleasantly. He had a few opening remarks, short and courteous, which made everyone comfortable to listen to. His speech skills have grown, and he must have spoken many times over the years.

Then go to the topic and start talking. He talked about the Buddha living in the Gion of Shewei State in the lonely garden, where there are 1,250 people in Daqiu. One day, at noon, the Buddha, as usual, put on a sash, holding a rice bowl, and begged for food in the royal city of Shewei. Regardless of the rich, the poor and the cheap, follow the door tray in turn. Back in the garden, after eating, tidy up the mantle and sit still after washing. At this time, the elder Xu Bodhi, standing up from his seat among the disciples, bare his right shoulder, kneeled on the ground with his right knee, folded his hands with his hands, and began to ask the Buddha.

Then I got sick. What he said earlier is storytelling. Based on the level of Tharro language I can talk with, I have read a lot of information about him after returning to modern times, including knowledge of Buddhism. Come. However, the following is a difficult Dharma. Although his speech is not fast, every word is very clear, but most of them are spitfire words that I don't know, and they are still confused. When I remembered listening to his lectures for the first time in Wensu, the memory was as vivid as yesterday. In fact, all memories with him are distinct, after all, for me, it was just what happened less than a year ago.

He swings his sleeves to reveal a string of beads wrapped around his left hand. Is it my illusion? Why do I have an intuition that the string of beads is the new year gift I gave him before leaving? I fixedly looked at him on the Golden Leo. Although he was far away, he could still see his calmness and calmness, and could not help sighing.

Rosh, I have always been around you for these two days, but I can't always walk by your side. I can only look at you from a distance like those women with red hearts in my eyes? Speaking, I won’t run away this time, can you see me?

During this two-hour lecture, he didn't make a speech, and he didn't even make a sound. When he was in Wensu, he spoke for seven, seven, forty-nine days. Although I only watched it for half a day, I was sure that he did not have a speech. It has long been known that he is so clever that he never forgets, but he can't help but admire him. I am very painful to draw a conclusion based on 20% that I can understand: he is propagating the Mahayana "empty" doctrine, and the scriptures he speaks are one of his famous translations in the future: "Vajra Prajna Pharaoh's Sutra" ", commonly known as "Vajra Sutra".

I can't recite the entire "Vajra Sutra", but back to the 21st century, I deliberately read this verse that is vital to Roche. The whole verse is not long and does not exceed 5,000 words. It is explained in the question and answer of the first disciple, Buddha Bodhidharma and Buddha. The "empty" principle is the most difficult to express in words, so there are a lot of esoteric Buddhist sentences in the "Vajra Sutra", which is "nothing to say, no words to say". There are six versions of this book. Both Roche and Xuan Zang have translated. The Buddhist community refers to what Rosh translated as the old translation, and what Xuan Zang translated as the new translation. However, Xuan Zang's strict translation of the original text was forgotten, but Roche's old translation, which emphasized free translation, was spread for 1,650 years.

In Roche’s translation, what I like most is “everything works, like a dream bubble, like a dew, like electricity, and should be viewed as such”. So simple and elegant, with all the indifferent wisdom that comes out of it, it is from the "Vajra Sutra" translated by Roche, and it is called "Liu Rukai". After reading such a translation, one can understand why Roche's translation can still be spread the most after thousands of years.

Looking at him preaching the theory of "emptiness" in public, he really changed from a Hinayana to a Mahayana, and he did not hesitate to fight against the traditional Hinayana forces of Guizi and actively promote Mahayana. Indeed, under his ten years of hard work, almost all of the turtles converted to Mahayana. However, he would not know that when he left Guizi and never returned, the Mahayana advantage he established in Guizi quickly declined, and the Theravada regained prosperity until Guizi was turned back and all people were forced to convert to Islam. Mahayana Buddhism in Guizi is flourishing because of him alone.

After the end, I did not leave immediately, pacing to the northwest of the venue. The not-so-wide river was running fast, and a wooden bridge appeared on the river. The "peculiar" temple on the other side of the river is still magnificent, with golden lights on the roof, which seems to have been overhauled. Thinking of me trembling across the ice, Rosh's hands were wet with warmth and he couldn't help laughing. I was blind for the first time, but it was mild. Close your eyes and recall the panic in your heart.

"Rosh, why can't I see you?"

"Don't worry, close your eyes, it will be fine for a while. I'm not good. You should be reminded not to stare at Xue for too long."

"Rosh, am I not blind?"

"will not."

"What if I'm really blind?"

"will not."

"You're back?"

Ok? Doesn’t the last sentence come out of the memory in my mind? Suddenly opened his eyes and quickly turned his head. Stay still, his eyes widened, widened, and widened again, so big that only his breeze remained in the whole line of sight...

"I haven't seen it in ten years, why is it still that silly expression?"

Well, he said, "If you don't have those silly expressions, you can be smarter." It turned out that the memories that were fresh to me had been in him for ten years. My nose is a bit sour and I have a cold.

"What's the matter? Don't you know me?" The right arm reached out to me, just about to hit my shoulder, but turned around again and shrank back. Originally staring at my eyes, he flashed a few times, slightly tilted his head, and lowered his eyes. In an instant, he reached out again and grabbed my right hand: "What's wrong with the hand?"

Seeing my right palm with his eyes, he supported it when he fell to the ground yesterday and was cut by small stones. The elbow was also worn with a layer of skin, but hidden in the clothes, no injuries could be seen outside. It was not until last night that I lived in the Persian chapel. Now, a little swollen. In ancient times without anti-inflammatory drugs, tetanus could kill people. If it is not possible, I can only go back to the 21st century...

Thinking about it, I felt like I was being pulled towards the venue.

"Where?" His palms were still warm and wet.

"See a medical officer." He looked out at the distance. There were no more people at the meeting place, and a few sparse monks were cleaning. "The king has gone back. Follow me to the palace."

"You..." hesitated, "Do not ask me why I haven't changed?" Alas, he didn't ask me if I was upset, but if he asked, how should I break it?

In ten years, he has grown into such a handsome young man, and I, nothing has changed. Then, I realized that we are all now twenty-four years old. The same year as me, he was holding my hand, being careful not to touch the wound. He is a monk, there are people in the venue...

Feeling I stopped, he turned around and saw me staring at him holding my hand. Suddenly realizing something, he let go in a hurry, his face flushed with the familiar blush. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Vasathi said you are a fairy..." He looked up at me again, his light gray eyes flowing, pure and clear.

"Anyway, just come back..."

An inexplicable acid went straight into the nose, I must have caught a cold.

We didn't go to the palace to find a medical officer, I was afraid to see an acquaintance. Roche didn't treat me like a monster, maybe someone else would set me on fire, I'd better keep a low profile. I didn't tell him my concerns, but he understood when he saw me hesitating.

I carried my bag and got on Roche's exclusive carriage, and he took me to where I lived at night. The appearance of his carriage is not luxurious, but it is very comfortable inside, covered with good carpet, and the horse is also a good horse. As a monk, he should have no private property, but in fact, he has been worry-free throughout his life, with excellent supplies and attendants.

At the time of Binbin (Jinyin JI, now Kashmir Peshawar, also known as Gandhara), he might not even reach the age of ten, and he was given special treatment: "A pair of goose wax, three buckets of rice noodles each, and six crisps Sheng, this foreign country is also a confession. The monks who live in the temple are five monks and ten monks. Sweep the broom. He is afraid that he has never done the work that these poor children must do when they become monks...

The shaking of the carriage pulled my thoughts back and fixed his eyes on the opposite Rosh, his face began to blush again sometime.

I hummed twice and stared at the bead on his left wrist. It was so worn that I couldn't see the original color. Several beads were notched. "It's all old, still wearing it."

He turned his head and shrank his left hand into the sling. "Well, it has always been used. I never thought about changing..."

I took the agate arm bead that the Persians gave me from my backpack: "Wear this."

He looked at the beads on my hand, and he was a little dazed. Each string of agate is very uniform, red and crystal clear, it looks good. After a while, he reached over and took it, but didn't wear it, and put it in his arms carefully.

He looked at me with a cloud of smoke and couldn't see it. I think that this car is really upside down...

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Two paragraphs of the Diamond Sutra are deleted. Because there is already a Diamond Sutra