Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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The camp was drawn early the next morning. My body has recovered and eats from others, so I want to help. However, my practical ability is incomparable with the theoretical level, and I don't understand what they are saying. I helped a lot when tidying up the tent. Fortunately, the men and women were very kind, and they didn't talk about it if they messed up. Of course, I don't understand even if I say it.

They made a camel out for the convenience of the extra person, but my hanfu sleeves were wide, and the skirts of the ankles were torn, so the camel could not be reached. I thought I would travel to Qin and Han, so I used a typical Han Dynasty dress. I looked at the bauble skirt and spoke out helplessly to the young monk.

He smiled softly and whispered to the older woman. Soon they took their clothes. I put on my clothes and it was a bit big. There is no way, who calls these people generally large size. The left shoulder has narrow sleeves and the right shoulder is bare, the robe grows to the knee, the front is open, the lower part is the bloomer, and the knee high boots, hehe, it is quite fashionable. Who dare to wear strapless dress in Han Dynasty? The most important thing is: it is convenient to get on and off the camel. The desert in the early morning was still very cold, and the young monk brought me a shawl tenderly.

Counting, there are nearly sixty people in this team. Even me, there are only five women. Except for the little monk, the remaining fifty men are all soldiers. In addition to the swords and knives, they are also equipped with heavy weapons-spears and crossbows. Looking at their expressions, they are centered on the mother-son pair.

I'm really a bit puzzled. Even if I have seen a monk nun with a servant, I have never seen a monk nun with a small army. Looking at the indelible temper they raised their hands to throw in their feet, these two personal identities must be unusual. Since the young monk is the highest Chinese in a group of people, his beautiful mother Han Wen is far inferior to him, so I often ride with him to explore the situation.

Although the communication is difficult, it still knows a lot.

I asked him if he knew who was the master of the Central Plains Han Dynasty. He thought for a long time to make a sound similar to QIN/QING. That should be Qin, certainly not Qing. The group of experts said that this ride could only resonate for about two thousand years.

I asked him where he learned the Chinese language. He made a gesture for a long time. I understood a part. Two Chinese brothers taught him when they were singing. The young monk shyly said that he had only studied for a few months and had not spoken Chinese for five years, so he spoke very poorly.

I was taken aback. He couldn't seem to be more than sixteen years old, which means that he learned at the age of ten or eleven. At such a young age, if you don’t speak for five years, you can still have the current level, and the memory is really extraordinary. I have taken German as an elective course at university. I haven’t touched it for two years. Now I just remember ICHLIEBEDICH (I love you). Let me talk to the Germans. It must be a chicken and a duck.

Since landing in the desert, the place I can think of is either the Western Region or Mongolia. So I asked the young monk if he knew the Silk Road, he didn't understand it. But when I explained that silk tea was sold from Central Plains to Great Food (present-day Arab countries), Persia (present-day Iran), and Daqin (present-day Rome), he began to nod. He said the song is on this road. Hearing this, I seemed to see the light of hope.

Afterwards, I desperately recalled the place names related to the Silk Road, Yanqi, Shanshan, Shule (now Kashgar, Xinjiang), Loulan, Hetian (now Hetian, Xinjiang), Gaochang (now Turpan, Xinjiang), Wusun (now Ili, Xinjiang) Area), Dunhuang... Some he thought about it and responded to me with a similar pronunciation, some were dazed. When I talked about Guizi, I stopped suddenly. song? Qizi (QIUCI, Yinqiu Ci, now Kuqa, Xinjiang). These two pronunciations are very similar. Was he not the most developed and important country on the Silk Road-Guizi?

I looked at him and read Guizi again. He thought about it, nodded, and pointed to himself. God, I finally figured out where I am. I wore it to the Western Region! ! ! The Western Regions of the Qin Dynasty! ! !

Then the group of tortoises that I came across was the Turrorans. I remember the information that the ancestors of the Guizi people were from the Dayue clan, also known as the Turhuola people. Long skull, high nose, deep eyes, thin lips, and white skin, is the original Indo-European race. The Turhorians ended their wandering life in the first millennium BC, and settled in Kuqa, Yanqi, and Turpan. When I was traveling in Xinjiang, I went to many museums. The most interesting ones were the corpses. The corpses were still well preserved more than 3,000 years ago. It is easy to see the characteristics of Europeans on the face. The most famous is the Loulan beauty. However, it is probably because the tortoise is located on the Silk Road, and various races live together. The mixed tortoises are rounder than the current Indo-European races.

I was upset immediately after the excitement. There are very few records of the Western Regions in the Qin Dynasty, only "Hanshu" has "Western Biography". The history of the Western Regions in the memory of the Hans began with Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty: Zhang Qian passed the Western Regions, pro-Usun, and stationed troops in Tuntian, and fought against the Huns for hundreds of years. But I knew that the era I came to was Qin, and I was still looking forward to it. I had to hurry to Chang'an, maybe I could run into the great turmoil in the late Qin Dynasty, and see the characters who were like thunderous ears.

I once again expressed my homesickness and eagerness to go back to Changan as soon as possible. The young monk pondered and said that it could be arranged. However, it will take a year to travel far. And the chaos flies, which is very dangerous.

Ok? Already started? Then I can't delay. I said happily that it was okay, he looked at me strangely, his gray eyes filled with surprise. I don't know how to break a girl with him, why is he so interested in war, only smirk.

Talking like this, it's almost noon. The midday sun in autumn is still hot, and I wrapped my shawl around my head to protect myself from the sun. The young monk turned the monk's robe down and exposed his right shoulder. The wheat-colored skin glowed young and healthy under the sun. This monk's clothing with exposed right shoulder is a common dress for Tianzhu and Western monks. Later, when Buddhism spread to the Central Plains, the form of monk's clothing changed. This is due to local conditions, because India is hot, and the western region is located in the desert Gobi, so the temperature difference is very large. So in the morning and evening, dressing at noon and showing off your shoulders suits the weather here.

Then he saw his face blush gradually, his eyes fluttering away and no longer looked at me. Only then did I realize that I stared at his monk's clothes for too long, and I couldn't help talking. I have only seen this style of monk's clothes in a mural. When I saw a real person wearing it, I looked at it vigorously, and even forgot my politeness. Can't tell him that I was studying, so I had to cover up with a chuckle.

We arrived at a small piece of Populus euphratica and we took a break. The servants had set up a simple tent long ago, and picked up dried poplar branch noodle soup. When the hot noodle soup was on the compressed biscuits of the Western Regions-naan, the whole person was comfortably sleepy. After the mother and son finished eating, they chanted in the tent and spread a book of scriptures on their knees. I couldn't help but wonder, and when I looked over, I jumped in surprise.

The script is written on silk, and the text is very peculiar. It should be an alphabetic text, with many 8 like regular writing and horizontal writing arranged. Although I don’t know, I’ve never eaten pork and I’ve seen pigs run. This kind of writing should be a long-lost spitting Luo Luowen. It is the oldest known original Indo-European language developed from the Indian Brahma alphabet, which has not yet been deciphered.

I was so excited that I picked up the scripture of the little boy’s knee and murmured in my mouth: "Oh my god, this is Spitfire Rowan, Spitfire Rowan!" If I could bring this complete scripture back In modern times, that should be of great research value.

The beautiful nun frowned. At first, the young monk was taken aback by me, and after listening to my words, he asked me strangely: "Do you know? This is Guziwen, and it's not called Tuhuo Luo."

Oh, by the way, the name "Tu Huo Luo" is named after the Germans. Of course, the people of Guizi in front of them don't use "Tu Huo Luo" to call their own language. Only in modern times, everyone has accepted this term. I ridiculed a bit, staring at the twisted text like 8, and found myself spitting Luo Wenwen excitedly for myself.

I study history, and I can listen to the lost language. The value of this history is simply inestimable. In order to be able to decipher the dead text, how many linguists have spent their lives searching for the old pile of remnants. In the eighteenth century, Shang Boliang of France deciphered the Egyptian hieroglyphs and solved the mystery for thousands of years. But the interpretation of the Spitfire is currently incomplete. If I can read the Spitfire....

I grabbed the little monk's generous sleeve: "Please, teach me to spit Huo Luo, oh, no, Guziwen!"

He was stunned for a while, and then answered what he asked, "Do you know Chinese?"

Changed me stunned: "Of course."

He turned to talk to the beautiful nun. The beautiful nun looked at me and returned a few words to him. The two men whispered and made me feel more and more confused. When I was worried that I might be rejected, I saw him turning back to me with a naughty smile in my gray eyes: "I can teach you, but you have to teach me Chinese."

I booed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be an equivalent exchange.

"Of course." Hesitated, and added, "But I'm not familiar with Buddhist scriptures, but teaching Chinese characters and talking about the Analects of Confucius.

I study history, not Buddhism. The history of Buddhism can still talk a little bit, but when it comes to the three monks of Jingluo Buddhism, I have learned six of them—not at all. I regret it a little now. I knew I would be a monk when I walked in. I should do more homework in Buddhism.

"You don't need Buddhist scriptures, you can just say what you said." He looked very happy, with a warm smile under his eyebrows.

Suddenly I thought that the Buddhist scriptures of the Central Plains were all translated from Sanskrit and the languages ​​of the Western Regions. He was a tortoise monk who used the Buddhist scriptures to learn Chinese from me.

Some interesting things were discovered that day: the mother and son stopped eating after the noon meal. The ancients only ate two meals, and the monks were stricter. I remember that the monks did not eat at noon. Ask him, he told me in unskilled Chinese that the precepts stipulate that you can eat from the morning to noon, and you can no longer eat from noon until the next morning.

The reason for this precept was that a Buddha disciple begged for food in the evening. Because the light was unknown, a pregnant woman thought he was ghostly and over-terrified and caused an abortion, so the Buddha made the precept. But for those who are sick or working, they must eat to maintain their physical strength, so they can still use dinner.

I nodded. I thought that in the Buddha's time, most of them were meditation, and the physical exertion was not large, so there was no problem not to eat after lunch. But after Buddhism was introduced to China, the monks all had dinner. That is because in the Central Plains, most monks had to work in the fields, so this commandment was revised. It can be seen that changing the precepts in different places at different times according to local conditions also reflects the flexibility of Buddhism. It is no wonder that it can last for more than two thousand years.

It was also interesting to observe them eating and drinking water. The maids use a net-like thing to filter them before handing them to them. At first I thought that the water in the desert had impurities and the salty alkali smell was relatively strong, so I had to filter it. But it was strange to see that the water I drank was not filtered.

He then stumbled to explain to me: The monks drink water to filter to prevent drinking water creatures into the stomach together, causing unintentional killing. Therefore, according to the precepts, the monk must carry the filter with him, and he must not leave his place of residence for more than twenty miles without the filter.

Immediately after his explanation, I remembered that Xuan Zang had missed the water-filled skin sac in the deserted desert and almost died of thirst. The reason why he overturns the precious water bladder is because he obeyed the precepts too much and had to filter the water strictly.

In the evening, I sat by the campfire outside the tent and took notes, and recorded all the testimonies. Above the head, the stars are shining brightly, flashing in the dark blue sky.

In the 21st century, Xinjiang, I also looked up at the pure and clean sky late at night. At that time, I also thought about whether the ancients watched the same sky as I did. And is the starry night I see now the pure piece that I have looked up after thousands of years? This question made me fall into contemplation, but I was puzzled. Are the two me in parallel space looking at the sky at the same time? Me, to me, how does it exist?

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For monks, there are three kinds of water: one is called "time water", that is, the water that can be used at that time must be strictly filtered (the so-called "monk brings six things", among these six things there is filtered water Device); the other is called "non-time water", that is, water that is not drinkable on the spot, but must also be filtered and placed in a spare container, ready to drink when needed in the future; the third is called "touch water", that is It is generally regarded as clean water for washing things such as bowls, hands and faces.

The name "Tocharian" was interpreted and named by two German scholars Sieg and Siegling in 1908, and was divided into Tuhuo Luo A and Tuhuo Luo B. However, researchers in my country mostly use the concept of "Yanqi" to refer to Tuhuo Luo A, and more often use "Qizi" to call Tuhuo Luo B.