Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You - Chapter 96: : I met my father

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I raised my eyes and looked up. The door of “Caotang Temple” was not as impressive as the repairs of later generations, and the door plaque was unpretentious. It is Yao Xing’s question to see the payment. Can’t help feeling excited, but his steps are stagnant. Staring staringly at the door, the brain was a little confused. The father I have never seen is inside…

“What are you looking at?” The elbow was lightly hit, and Dao Heng, who was all smiles, took my arm and walked excitedly up the steps. “This is the famous Caotang Temple. Master Jomorosh is here In this translated scripture, I heard that more than three thousand monks followed him to practice the method, which was really unprecedented. The biggest wish of the poor monk to come to Changan is to worship him as a teacher, and I don’t know if I can get what I want.”

Dao Hengxu said in a nagging voice. Although he has only been with him for two days since Xianyang, he has repeatedly emphasized that he must worship his father as a teacher, and I can hear cocoons in my ears. If it weren’t for seeing him being so cute, and being honest and kind, I really wanted to dump him and get to Caotang Temple quickly.

Stepping into the door, Dao Heng bowed to the gate-keeper monk and said, “This brother, please inform me that the Lantian monk Dao Heng came to practice the law. This is my teacher’s beacon. May Master Kumorosh be able to accept us as disciple.”

Alas, I told him many times that I don’t like the law he gave me. He said with a smile, since he became a monk, he can no longer use the layman’s name. Then call me a “beacon” everywhere. Really, this name is too artistic. I knew I had a legal name, so I started it myself.

The monk looked surprised at me and looked at me up and down again. I know that my appearance is more biased towards Central Asian genes: high nose, deep eyes, light gray eyes, reddish brown hair, sharpened chin, plus a one-and-eight-eight-meter size, which is very noticeable in my own time, let alone Said the ancients. However, when Daoheng saw me for the first time, he glanced a few more times. Why did this monk keep staring at me all the time?

Daoheng shouted “Brother”, and the brother came back to us and greeted us: “The two brothers want to practice the law naturally. The master allows any monk to come here to observe and translate the scriptures. It’s just that the teacher, the master, three years ago I have made a vow to stop accepting disciples.”

“This, this… Why does the Master no longer accept disciples?” Dao Heng stuttered, his face depressed.

I know the reason, and I don’t want Dao Heng to ask any more. Pulled over him, bowed his head close to his fat body: “Don’t ask too much. It’s important to hurry into the temple to see the Master.”

The gate-keeper monk suddenly and respectfully saluted a monk walking towards the temple gate, with an unusually respectful attitude: “Brother Seng Zhao.”

Seng Zhao? The dog at that time? I quickly looked at the person who came. He was very thin, it seemed that the wind would blow him away, and his skin was pale with Ya Jiankang. He should be twenty-one years old now, one year younger than me, but he has a mature look and a serious look.

The gatekeeper monk introduced him to me and Dao Heng, and Seng Zhao, like the old man, looked at me with a daze.

“Brother Seng Zhao!” I hummed and saluted him. “I don’t know where Master Rosh is now?”

Seng Zhao retracted his eyes and kept staring at me, slightly bowed: “Master Zun translated the scriptures in the main hall in the afternoon. The two can go to the monastery to settle down first, and then go to the main hall to observe and study.”

he is! I nodded happily and lived in a monk’s house under the leadership of a young monk. When I saw my monk all the way, I was surprised, I thought depressed, my face is too recruiting girls in my own time, how come to Yao Qin Changan, so recruiting monks?

Put the backpack and go to the hall immediately. I took a big step toward the main hall, and Daoheng trot all the way to keep up with me: “Beacon, how are you going so anxiously? Are you even more anxious to see Master Jumorosh?”

I ignored him and walked faster. How can he understand my mood?

Step by step, step up the steps and rush into the hall. It was a busy scene inside: a thousand monks were sitting in a black press, and the hall was crowded with few feet. In front of the Buddha statue in front of the hall, a tall, thin figure with a slight ricket on his back, pacing with a book in his hand, and dozens of people sitting next to him, are struggling to write.

Sitting down cross-legged at the corner holding the sign, his eyes never left the tall, thin figure. Is it him? Is it a father I haven’t seen in twenty-two years? How do I feel familiar?

He is translating a scripture, which I listened carefully to is “Buddhist Scripture”. Before coming, I read the text he translated again. The super high memory inherited from him allows me to recite these verses even if I don’t know the Dharma. So it’s no trouble to come here as a monk.

After translating a few slang words, he smiled and said to the monks, “Today, this scripture can be translated, and everyone is working hard.”

His voice was slightly lower, warm and jade-like, with a western accent. Fifty-six-year-old, he is already old, but has an unparalleled style. The expression is clear when smiling, and dust comes out.

Dao Heng suddenly called out: “Is that the Judge Morosh? Is that how he looks like you?”

My body shook, no wonder I always feel so familiar with him. High nose, deep eyes, light gray eyes, sharpened chin, facial features are all the same, even the same height. It’s just that my complexion is fairer than him. When he was young, should he look like me? No wonder the monks in Caotang Temple looked at me with a strange look.

“Rosh, should I translate the two methods of the Damodoro and Buddha Daxian I brought next?”

Aside from the VIP seat, there are several foreign monks of Indian and Western origin. I know those teachers and friends who came to help Dad translate scriptures. One of the lean and capable old man who looked a few years younger than his dad asked him questions, originally in Sanskrit, and he said it again in unskilled Chinese.

Dad respectfully bowed to the old man: “Damodoro and Buddha are first teachers of Mahayana Mahayana. Rosh intends to translate Mahayana Kongzong’s treatise first, and later to translate Masayuki’s theory. “Say the Sutra”.”

The old monk was dissatisfied and snorted loudly, “Mahayana had a sect in the Tianzhu Nai Yoga Walker School, and was created for the Maitreya Bodhisattva. It is the clearest statement because of the clear saying. What you advocate for the empty sect is the concept of ancestors, ratio?”

I’m a little angry. The old man spoke to Dad in public in such a rude manner. I know who he is. It is a Buddhist monk who is contrary to his father’s views on Dharma. The Chinese name is Juxian. Relying on his orthodoxy of Mahayana Youzong, he desperately wanted to fight against Dad’s authority after coming to the Han Dynasty.

“Brother Jue Xian, you come to Chang’an to help translate the scriptures, and Rosh is very pleased. Discussing the Fa with his brother, he is fascinating and understandable.” Dad still patiently saluted him with patience, ” Luo Shifei was unwilling to translate You Zong’s theory. Just thought that the Mahayana Kong Zong theory has been widely spread in Tianzhu and the people are more receptive. Some Zongdu people became very difficult to become Buddhas. ”

I couldn’t help nodding. Dad made a lot of sense. Most of the Buddhist schools in China belong to the Kongzong, because the “Essays have a Buddha’s character”, “Let down the butcher’s knife, stand on the ground to become a Buddha”, “Relentless and sexual”, etc. can understand. However, the way of Buddhism advocated by Zong is difficult and unsure. It is not natural for ordinary people to have a sect and become empty. The difficulty of becoming a buddha determines how long this sect is popular in China. Xuan Zang fully accepted the Doctrine of You Zong based on the Dharma Sect founded by You Zong. As a result, when Xuan Zang died, the Dharma Sect disappeared. This is the reason.

Old man Juexian stood up and walked in front of his dad, his nose heavily snorted: “Rosh, the scripture you translated and annotated is nothing special compared with others, but why is it so famous?”

The monks were all in an uproar, and the buzzing noises rang everywhere. I almost jumped upset. What did the old man say? In the presence of thousands of monks who shouted Dad “Master,” questioning Dad’s authority in this way made it clear that it was provocative. Originally it was nothing but sectarian sect internal disputes, but this old man used personal attacks, too much!

Dad’s face sank, and his chest was up and down. Take a few deep breaths, steady your emotions, and still use a respectful tone to the old man who exhaled in his nostrils: “It’s just because everyone looks at the reason why Rosh is old. Why can these false names be called beautiful talks?”

The old man of Juexian raised his chin and pressed one more step: “There is an empty ancestor, which is better or worse. You and I can meet each other to see the difference.”

Dad had calmed down, his face as usual, shook his head and said: “Brother, the immediate urgency is to translate the scriptures. Rosh was sparse, naturally unable to contend with the brother, without controversy, Roche admits defeat.”

The old man Juexian was about to speak, and a bell rang outside the hall. Dad said flatly to the monks: “It’s time for the evening class, and today’s lesson is “Don’t Think of the Bodhisattva’s Scripture.”

The old man Jue Hyun was not good at continuing the troubles in the evening class, no longer troubled, and went back to his seat. Dad burned incense and worshiped in front of the Buddha statue. The crowd stopped making noises and saluted the Buddha as Dad moved. Then sit down cross-legged and recite under the guidance of my dad: “As I heard, the Buddha gave a lonely home in the Guo Lin of the Shewei State…”

I bowed my head and murmured, trying to keep my voice down so as not to be heard by others. At the end of the evening class, I followed Daoheng back to the monk’s house to get the big bag. Then he quickly walked out of the temple gate and waited by the roadside. He has another residence beside Caotang Temple, this is the only way to go.

At five to one in the afternoon on a winter day, it was getting dark and the cold wind sobbed, and it might snow tomorrow. Standing on the tree-lined road and looking forward, the mood was messy, and the excitement was a little hesitant. I rarely smoke, but now I want to have a cigarette in my hand so that I can’t relax my shaking hands.

A tall, thin figure appeared on the boulevard, accompanied by Seng Zhao and several other older monks. My nerves were highly tense, and my hands were shaking steadily, and I walked toward the tall, thin figure without listening to my steps. My heart was beating, faster than when I was running on the football field.

He saw me. Standing still, the slightly rickety body straightened slowly, staring at me staring blankly. Frowning slightly, eyes narrowed, it seemed to recognize something. Then, he also walked towards me, the pace was very slow, the closer the closer, the deeper the doubt on his face.

Somehow, I was in such a nervous state, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth when he approached me slowly. His eyes had never left my face. When he saw me laughing, his eyes widened and his body shook.

“Master!”

Seng Zhao helped him. His eyes still fell on me, waving his hand, indicating that he wouldn’t need to be mixed. We are getting closer and closer, and my hands are shaking. I was wondering if he could accept the fact that his son suddenly became so big.

He is only four or five meters away from me. I keep smiling at him. It seems that only such a laugh can make me expel some inexplicable uneasiness.

He finally stood face to face with me. I stretched my wrist in front of him, and the soft crystals of agate beads shone. Above, there is the hope of his life: to live up to it, to live up to it. In my palm, there was a worn bamboo dragonfly, a gift from my father.

He looked down at the beads on my wrist, stretched out Wei’s trembling hand, and picked up the bamboo dragonfly in my hand. When he looked up again, the corners of his mouth shivered violently, his chest undulating. His eyes suddenly crossed me, looking behind me, searching eagerly.

He bit his lip and said softly, “She didn’t come.”

He was stunned, and after a while he looked back and fell back on my face, recognizing it carefully, shaking his voice and asking, “You, what are you? Why is it so big?”

“I chose to come to your age.” My eyes were a little blurry, I sucked my nose, and said with a smile: “I have a wish since I was young, I hope to see you with my own eyes…”

How can my voice tremble so much?

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

“Well. She said, you waited for her 16 years at the longest time. She can wait longer than you immediately.”

It was autumn when Mom said this. I pushed her for a walk on the hospital lawn. She looked at the golden sycamore leaves and sank into her memories again. She said that she met dad in this autumn, and she gave me birth in autumn.

Tears filled his eyes, closed his eyes, and when he opened it, he suddenly looked up and down at me: “How did you become a monk?”

I touched my bare head and laughed. It’s cold in the winter. “I haven’t. It’s just so that I can get closer to you faster.” Fortunately, in the Dad’s time, the monk didn’t need to burn the scar.

He nodded and stared at me carefully, his eyes a little trance: “You laugh, it looks like her…”

The smile slowly faded from my face. I remembered that Mom often did this, staring at me in a trance, and then said quietly, “Xiao Shi, you are very much like him…” Both of them were looking for each other on me.

“She…” Take a **** and take a deep breath, looking forward to looking at me, “Okay?”

The mood suddenly became heavy, and he murmured vaguely. Still unable to bear it, biting the corner of his mouth and whispering, “I came to tell you about her…”

Hold my hand and say dumbly: “Follow me.”

“Master!”

Some of the monks who had been staring at us inexplicably had called him. He paused and said back to Seng Zhao: “Tomorrow will help the teacher preside over the morning class. The translation of the scriptures is suspended for one day, and there are more important things for the teacher.”

We walked forward under the surprised eyes of the monks. His body was trembling all the time, and his feet were staggering. I hesitated and took his arm. He shuddered and looked at me, a trace of warmth flowing in the tears. I smiled and pressed closer to his body, holding him with my young and strong body and walking forward step by step.

The sky is darker. In the twilight, the cold wind blew me and his clothes, making a rustling sound. He leaned on me with confidence, his body temperature came through the clothes, and a trace of it penetrated my atrium. Take a look at him beside him, and pass my strength to him more vigorously. We seem to have never been separated by thousands of years. We seem to be familiar with this by nature. Rely on each other, keep warming each other, keep going like this…

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Hui Jiao’s “The High Monk’s Biography of Buddhism and Dharma”: Buddhism and Dharma, this Yunjuxian, his surname is Shi, Jiawei Luo Weiren… Wen Qiumo Luoshi in Chang’an, that is, he is very happy. Discussing the Fa-phase in total, Zhenfa Xuanwei has many insights. Because of what it said: “Jun’s interpretation, unexpected, and high reputation, He Ye? Shi said: “My old age, why can we call beauty talk. ”

Hui Jiao’s “Gao Monk’s Preaching Dao Heng”: Shi Daoheng, Lantian people…Luo Shi entered the gate to build immediately, Shi Da Jia Zhi And translate the scriptures, and help to determine in detail. Shi Heng had a classmate’s mark and was also elegant and talented. Qin’s master Yao Xing used the constant standard of two people to be handsome and had the capacity to manage the country. ……Xing Hou frequently repeats the next book: Close the state to save it, and get rid of it. Heng Nai sighed: “The ancients said: “The one who benefits my goods hurts my god, and the one who gives birth to my name kills me.””