Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Love City Agra

In the morning, when I woke up on a bed in a foreign land, I lost my mind for a moment and asked myself like a philosopher: Who am I?Where? The white lotus on the wall has faded in the sunlight, as if withered.This white lotus, which blooms at night, is like a flash of inspiration, which makes people feel even more rare. I asked Xiao Xin: "Is there a Buddhist temple nearby? Why do you ring the bell in the middle of the night?" "Ring the bell? No way?" Xiao Xin was puzzled, "There is the largest Jama Masjid in India nearby, and there are many Indian temples, but there seems to be no Buddhist temples. Besides, they don't ring the bell in the middle of the night. "

Could it be that the bell sounded like the voice calling "Nalan", only I heard it? I have a problem in my mind, so I can't ask again. I was only eight years old when I first heard that voice. My father had just passed away, and I couldn't sleep all night, weeping silently, but I couldn't cry.Even at my father's funeral.When I bid farewell to the body, I closed my eyes tightly, unwilling to see my father who was sleeping forever, but thinking about the past in my heart: my father hugged me on his lap and told me the voice of the daughter of the sea, taught me how to play chess The appearance of reciting Tang poems and writing big characters, the leisurely way he fanned me to lull me to sleep when the power went out in summer, and the scene of walking with my father to watch the sunset.The sun is slowly setting down the mountain, and the sky is full of colorful clouds, like the sky is on fire... I clenched my fists tightly, trying to hold those memories, and not allow them to fade away like the sunset.

Seeing my silence, people felt weird and whispered, "Is this child dumb?" For a long time after that, I was reluctant to talk to people, thinking in my heart: If you are dumb, you are dumb, and no one will understand me anyway. Then, one night, I woke up from a dream, weeping alone, when I heard a voice calling softly in the distance: Nalan. That voice was so kind and warm, as if my father was resurrected and hugged me across time and space with his voice.Although I clearly knew that the voice did not belong to my father, I still wishfully believed that it was my father's spirit, or that my father could not bear to see me lonely in heaven and sent that voice to accompany me.

It was that voice that made me pick myself up and speak.So, I changed my name to Nalan, Tan Nalan. No one knows why. No one knows that I am two people during the day and night. Even my mother didn't know.She was only willing to speak again because of me, and finally changed my name to "Nalan" according to my wish, but she herself was still only willing to call me by my baby name: Xiaohong. little red.Probably only my mother would call me that in the world today.Every time I call, it makes my heart throb with tenderness. However, Nalan, although everyone who knows me will call me that, still makes me feel strange.I searched for that familiar voice in the rolling world of mortals, but I couldn't find it.

Whenever I meet a new friend, I will say very familiarly: "Don't call Miss Tan so alien, just call me Nalan." It's like playing a police voice recognition game.Find the truth by having each suspect say the same lines. "Scarlet." Xiao Xin reminded me, "Why are you so preoccupied with thinking?" "Xiao Xin, why don't you call me by my Chinese name, Nalan." "Nalan? Good name." Sinha tried calling again, "Nalan. Well, it sounds nice." not him.I laughed to myself, of course it wasn't him.How can my soul mate be an Indian?

After breakfast, Xiao Xin took me to the museum for a whole morning to experience the history of India roughly and intuitively, and then set off for Agra. Even before I came to India, I had told Xiao Xin that my destination was Varanasi.But Xiaoxin said that real tourism should not just fly from one place to another, but should have a process and expectations.The best route from the capital to the Holy Land is to take a car, passing through the love city of Agra, the isolated city of Jhansi, the sex city of Kejuraho, and then arrive at the bath city of Varanasi.Otherwise, without the trek and hardship of pilgrimage, the joy of coming to the holy place will be weakened, and the feeling of the greatness and magic of the Ganges will not be so deep.

Anyway, I have a whole month, and I'm not sure whether Varanasi has the answers I'm looking for. If the result is destined to be disappointment, then I would rather postpone the disappointment until the last hour.What's more, going to India without seeing the Taj Mahal is like going to China without visiting the Forbidden City. It is inevitable to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed. "In fact, there are many famous scenic spots in New Delhi." Xiao Xin explained, "But I think it's better to take you to see some more Indian places first. Anyway, you will have to return to Delhi in the end. At that time, you are already very tired. You can Rest in New Delhi for a few days, go shopping and go back to China.”

"Xiao Xin, thank you." I said again sincerely.Since I was a child, I have long been used to taking care of myself. It is rare for someone to plan for me like this, arrange everything properly, and be so comfortable that it is almost a luxury. I can't help being deeply moved. I look out the window.Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year in China. At this time, every family in the country must be reunited and every household is jubilant.The strange thing is that the streets in India are also decorated with lights and festoons, and there are often groups of people singing and dancing in gorgeous costumes, turning a blind eye when seeing cars passing by, just dancing and walking happily.I asked Xiao Xin: "Why is it so lively today? Does India also celebrate the Spring Festival?"

Xiao Xin said: "Although we also use the lunar calendar, it is different from yours. But today is indeed a very important day, the day when Lord Shiva shed tears." I was a little shocked, would the God of Destruction known for his infinite power also shed tears? "Here is a story." Xiao Xin talked, telling a sad legend. Legend has it that Shiva's father-in-law did not like him, so he never went to his father-in-law's house.One day his wife, Seti, was going back to her natal home, and he stopped her from seeing her father.Settie insisted, saying that was my father, how could I not see him?But I promise you, it will make him like you and not say or do anything disrespectful to you.So Seti went back to her mother's house.And her father really spoke ill of Shiva in front of the guests.Settie was very angry, but unable to argue with his father, he said to his father: You insult my husband, you insult me, since I can not stop you, only let myself never hear these words again.After speaking, he threw himself into the lake.When Shiva found out, he burst into tears—the God of Destruction shed tears!What a big deal!Since then, this day has become a memorial day, a strange and grand day!

I finally shed tears with peace of mind. Xiao Xin was surprised: "Chinese girls are really emotional. However, this is a festival and should be celebrated." "But isn't it sad that Shiva loses his wife? What is there to celebrate?" "Isn't your Dragon Boat Festival also to commemorate the poet Qu Yuan who threw himself into the river?" Xiao Xin can draw inferences: "I heard that people throw rice balls into the water to feed the fish and keep them from eating Qu Yuan. Corpse, this is a very sad thing, but now it’s not just a dragon boat and a big meal?”

At the end of my sentence, I couldn't help but admire: "You said it very well, but it's not called driving a dragon boat, it's called driving a dragon boat; it's not called rice balls, it's called zongzi." "Zongzi." Xiao Xin laboriously repeated, silently memorizing. When the car enters the suburbs, the buildings on the roadside gradually transition from Hinduism to Islam, but sculptures of Ganesha or Goddess can still be seen from time to time.This reminded me of another question: "Aren't the three great gods of Hinduism the gods of creation, protection, and destruction? Why do I see the most statues of Ganesha? Is he a blessing or something?" "Here is a story." So Xiao Xin told me another sad story: Shiva, the god of destruction, went out to fight and returned after more than ten years.It just so happened that Shiva's wife was taking a bath that day, and his son was guarding the door so that no one could come in.The father and son met each other, but they didn't know each other, but their tempers were the same irritable and stubborn.Shiva wanted to enter, but his son said, "This is my home, you are not allowed to go in." Shiva said, "This is my home, why don't you let me in?" He pulled out his ax and chopped off his son. head. At this time, his wife came out of the door, saw her son dead, burst into tears, and rebuked Shiva, saying: "You haven't come home for more than ten years, and you caused such a big disaster as soon as you came back. He is your own son." .” Shiva regretted it, but didn’t know how to compensate his wife.Just at this time, an elephant passed by in front of the door, so Shiva cut off the elephant's head, put it on the son's neck, and cast a spell to bring the son back to life.From then on, Shiva had a son with an elephant head and a human body. But his wife was still dissatisfied, and cried and said: "He is a god, who has grown up like this, who will respect him in the future?" Whoever worships any god among the Indian gods, before entering the temple, he must first worship the elephant-headed god." Since then, on the land of India, all Hindu buildings, no matter temples, shopping malls, or residential houses, will have a statue of Ganesha hanging or standing in front of the door for worship by all. "It's cruel to kill the parent and child with an axe, and then cut the elephant back!" I sighed. "Killing one's own son is unforgivable enough. Wouldn't it be even more sinful to kill an innocent elephant to make amends?" "Shiva is the god of destruction. The elephant's head can be placed on the head of Shiva's son for people to worship, and they will be very willing." "Really? But before he cut off the elephant's head, did he ask the elephant's wishes?" "That elephant doesn't like to ask questions as much as you do." Xiao Xin teased. I laughed too, but another question came to my mind: "Brahma is the god who created all things, so he should be the greatest god. Why do I rarely see people worship Brahma?" "Here is a story." Xiao Xin began conventionally. I couldn't help laughing again. Or, it should be said, "There is a beautiful mistake here" - the Creator God created all things in the world, including the subjects of the four surnames and many gods, such as the God of Love, the Goddess of War, and the Goddess of Knowledge. And the most beautiful of all the gods is Valashotti, the goddess of knowledge.One day the God of Creation saw her peerless beauty, and suddenly fell in love with her in an instant.This thought was noticed by the Goddess of Knowledge, who accused him and said: "You are a god, how can you have such a bad idea? You are not worthy of the respect of the people in the world. I want all people to stop worshiping you!" The Creator God is very ashamed and regretful, but once a thought is born, a big mistake is made, and he should be punished.But because he was just a thought and didn't put it into action after all, so God waived the net and allowed believers to worship him, but in the whole of India, there is only one temple dedicated to the Creator God, which is now in Rajasthan; In between, there is only one day to worship the Creator God. For the remaining 364 days, the temples of the Creator God are full of dust and no one cares about them. This is a very sad story. I am a little bit pissed about the creation of gods. He created all things, created gods, and created all kinds of emotions, thoughts, desires, language, time, and even the criteria for judging right and wrong.How could he himself have been judged so unfairly, and suffered such a big punishment just because of a momentary thought, a small thought that failed to pay attention to action? The god of destruction killed his own son, and it was only regarded as a wrong misunderstanding without any punishment; but the god of creation would be deprived of 364 days of worship because of a momentary heartbeat, leaving only the only one on the land of India. Mosque, isn't that too unfair? But Xiao Xin took it for granted: "That's it. Shiva is the god of destruction. His destruction is understandable, and that is his power." I'm speechless.Unfair, apart from the three words unfair, I have nothing to say.However, unfairness is the rule of heaven.The rule of heaven is that the creator god can only benefit, and cannot make mistakes, even if it is a wrong idea; and the privilege of destroying the god is destruction, even disowning relatives.This is to perform their duties, each to their own place, this is the way of balance.What reason can there be? We often talk about "telling the truth" and "telling the truth", but in fact, "Tao" and "reason" are two contradictory things. At dusk, the car finally arrived in Agra. This legendary city of love, the capital of the Mughal dynasty, is now full of dilapidated, chaotic, dirty, and vicissitudes of old, just like any failed love, full of scars. Xiao Xin told me that the two major attractions in Agra are the Agra Fort and the Taj Mahal.But today is too late, Shiva's tears made our driving time longer than expected, it is best to rest early today and get up early tomorrow. The booked hotel is very close to the Taj Mahal, and it is also very lively. There are many shops on the whole street, and there is a hotel or hotel just a few steps away.We booked a three-star hotel.Xiao Xin asked me: "Do you want two rooms, or do you mind sharing with me?" In order to save travel costs, sharing rooms is a common practice for backpackers all over the world, but I have a quirk, so I have to say sorry: "I am not used to sharing rooms with others." Xiao Xin nodded and opened two rooms, but I could see signs of injury on his face, probably because I didn't trust him. The room was spacious and tidy, but there was a bad smell on the sheets.Fortunately, I brought my own sheets, spread them on the bed carefully, and sprayed mosquito repellent toilet water as an air freshener for a while, and I felt at home. Dinner is eaten at the hotel, it is a buffet, not rich, but it has Indian characteristics, pancakes, fried rice, curry chicken, lamb, beans, roasted tomatoes, potatoes, fried eggplant, small bread, cheese, salad, fruit, ice cream, coffee , tea, fried eggs... The waiter was carrying a coffee pot to the table and asked if there was a refill. He was polite and could pronounce English clearly. The only thing that revealed his identity was the strong body odor that hit his face. In fact, Xiao Xin also has that smell on her body, which is not very obvious at ordinary times, but can be smelled when she sweats.After eating curry for a lifetime, no matter how good the personal hygiene is, the curry juice has already melted in the blood, penetrated every cell, and evaporated with sweat. I heard before that the caste level of Indians can be distinguished by their skin color. The lighter the skin color, the higher the caste; now there is another basis, that is, the lighter the body odor, the higher the caste. Probably because I was not acclimatized when I first arrived in India, I had a dull pain in my stomach. I ate very little, so I asked the waiter for a glass of underwater medicine. After eating, Xiao Xin gave a generous tip.India is a tipping country, and almost all places where people deal with people need to use tips to open the way first.For example, the waiter should give you a tip for carrying your luggage; you should also give a tip when you open the door; you should also give a tip when you have a meal; I kept reminding myself not to copy my hands all the time and only let Xiao Xin tip me, but due to lack of training, I always couldn't shoot as fast as him. After dinner, we wandered around the neighborhood casually, and returned to the hotel early.In order to hint to Xiao Xin that I didn't have sex with him out of jealousy, I specially bought a bottle of wine downstairs and invited him to come to the room for a drink later. Sure enough, Xiao Xin happily accepted the invitation, and when he came, he brought a plate of the most famous banana Zanlasi in the area.I changed into the newly bought Indian three-piece Punjabi style—the long veil is unnecessary, and I only wore a knee-length shirt and bloomers. Sit on the balcony and raise a glass to drink. I just washed my hair, and I was too lazy to use a hair dryer, so I let it dry on the back of the wicker chair.The cool evening wind blows intermittently, and thousands of pigeons fly around the roof of the opposite building, as if they are writing an invisible book from heaven.The buildings and streets are bathed in the afterglow of the evening, which is extremely gentle. The TV in the room was on, playing the same Indian song and dance in perpetuity.Those Bollywood-style songs and dances seem to have not changed much in decades. It is always women looming behind trees, and men singing while walking by the river. I said to Xiao Xin, "Tell me about your elder brother again, okay?" "Why, listening to God's stories all day is not enough, now you want to hear people's stories?" "Last night, I stayed at your house and saw the lotus flower painted by your brother. It is very beautiful. I really can't imagine what kind of person can draw such a beautiful lotus flower picture." "A saint." Xiao Xin smiled, "From childhood, my brother seems to have never made any mistakes. He is like a blue lotus flower, upright, pure, rare, silent, and perfect. But who would have thought , He either didn’t do it, or he became a big one, even secretly changed his subject, cut his hair and became a monk.” "You are also very upright, pure, and rare. You are also filial, enthusiastic, eager to learn and make progress..." I complimented him, and then changed the subject, "Last time you said that your elder brother heard the call of the Buddha, what is going on? thing?" Xiao Xin heaved a long sigh, his face became serious, as if he was talking, and he said after a while: "At that time, our two brothers were still young. At that time, my father had just been diagnosed with a terminal illness. After a year of treatment, there was no result. On the contrary, it was getting worse. , our whole family will accompany him to Varanasi..." Varanasi!I was shocked.Varanasi of my dreams!It turned out that it was not the first time for Xiaoxin to go to Varanasi. Varanasi is a holy place for Hinduism.The biggest wish of every Indian in his life is to go to Varanasi at least once, take a morning bath in the Ganges, and scatter his remains in the Ganges after his death.They believe that only in this way can the soul be purified and ascend to heaven. Before dying, many Hindus will try their best to come to Varanasi with their last breath, bathe in Ganges water every morning, and pray in the direction of the rising sun until the last moment of their lives.Some poor people, knowing that they are going to die, have to climb to Varanasi, do nothing, just lie on the birth steps by the river and wait to die.The police then take their bodies to a public crematorium for burning and then scatter their ashes into the Ganges. For those who have no choice, relatives will save his ashes first, and wait for the right opportunity to scatter them into the Ganges.Since India's train fares are surprisingly low, long-distance travel is not difficult for Indians. Hindus do not leave graves after death, and the Ganges is their permanent habitat.Even Mahatma Gandhi's ashes were scattered into the Ganges River. Although people built a Gandhi mausoleum in Delhi for the world to worship, there is no Gandhi's bones in the tomb, but it can only be called a tomb. Xiao Xin looked miserable.I guess the trip to Varanasi was the last time the family was together, and his father probably never came back.Can't help asking softly: "How old were you that year?" "Just turned five and my brother is nine." I counted the time silently. When Xiao Xin was five years old, I was eight years old, which was the year my father died.It turned out that Xiao Xin and I experienced the same pain of bereavement in the same year.At this moment, I know and know him a little more. Xiao Xin paused for a moment, then continued: "Our family of four put everything aside to go to Varanasi with my father, took a morning bath with him every day, and recited sutras with him every night. Soon, my father... and my mother completely collapsed. Ken left Varanasi, and still bathed in the Ganges every morning, went to listen to scriptures every night, and set off river lanterns. He talked and laughed to himself when no one was around. It was like talking to his father when he was at home. She insisted, By the Ganges, she can still see her father and hear her father talking to him." When I heard him say this, I seemed to have seen the Ganges River, saw pilgrims standing in the cold river praying, and saw Xin Ma step by step towards the deep water, opened the sari and squatted down, in the Ganges where the bones of her husband were scattered. Bathing in the river... Xiao Xin choked up: "During that time, my brother and I were extremely worried and desperate. Our father passed away. We were afraid that our mother would not survive the shock and would go crazy from then on." He stopped and stopped talking. With a sad heart, I recited softly: "On the banks of the Ganges, in the solitary place where people burn their dead, the poet Dursidas walked up and down, lost in thought. He found a woman sitting beside her husband's body, Dressed in gorgeous attire, as if at a wedding. When she saw the poet, she got up and saluted, saying: "Master, please allow me to take your blessing and follow my husband to heaven." "Why such a hurry, my child?" ’ Dulsidas asked, ‘Doesn’t this world also belong to God who created the kingdom of heaven?’ ‘I don’t yearn for the kingdom of heaven.’ The woman replied, ‘I only want my husband.’ Dulsidas smiled broadly Said: 'Go home, my child. You will find your husband before the month is over.' The woman returned home with the hope of happiness, and Tulsidas visited her every day, Prompted her to think with deep thoughts until her heart was filled with divine love. Before the month was over, the neighbors came to see her and asked, "Sister, have you found your husband?" The widow smiled and replied, "Yes, I found him." He is gone." The neighbors asked eagerly, "Where is he?" "My husband is in my heart, and I have become one with me." The woman replied." Xiao Xin was surprised: "What you read seems to be our Indian poem." "It's Tagore's poem." It seems that Indian students are the same as Chinese students. Many of them can speak several languages, but they don't know much about their own culture. I asked softly, "What happened afterwards? Did your mother recover?" "After his father passed away, the eldest brother became the oldest man in the family. He didn't want to see his mother immersed in missing and fantasizing about his father every day, so he racked his brains to find ways to comfort his mother. Because the mother refused to go back to Delhi. , my eldest brother had to accompany her to travel around Varanasi to relax. One day we went to Bodhgaya, you know, that is the founding place of Buddhism, the place where the Buddha became enlightened. It was then that my brother suddenly became interested in Buddhism. .He read a lot of Buddhist books, and went further and further on this road...Five years ago, he finally became a monk." "Did he hear the call at that time?" "Probably... I don't know either." If Da Xin really became a monk after hearing the calling, what would he have heard?Is it the scriptures?bell?Or like me, hearing a voice call "Nalan" repeatedly? Xiao Xin suddenly sighed deeply: "I really hope that my elder brother is still around. He is such a smart and friendly brother. He could recite "Ramayana" and "Mahabharata" when he was nine years old. People said, what a pity he He was not born in a Brahmin family, otherwise he would have become the head of the temple and priest. He has a good language talent and can speak Chinese, English, French, and a little bit of German and Russian. Since his father passed away, he has been working part-time Read, as an apprentice in a gold and silver jewelry store, he designed a lot of jewelry. The ring on your hand is from his hand." "Is that so?" I raised my finger and looked at the anemone carefully, as if I saw Da Xin sitting in a gold and silver workshop and finely crafting it. The light came in from the window and enveloped him, as if he was sitting in the light of a Buddha. . "No matter what he does, the eldest brother is so talented. Since childhood, everyone has said that he is a genius, and that the hope of our family rests on him. Everyone is counting on him, but he..." Another long sigh, Xiao Xin stopped talking.But in the speechless, it made me feel more deeply his loneliness and sadness of losing his elder brother.That even surpassed his pain of losing his father. I can't imagine how Daxin's mother and younger brother used to cry and look at him when he became a monk, and how he was so resolute in the face of such a request. Life seems to have countless choices, but in fact, it is often involuntary.Some, even if voluntary, may be unspoken guidance.Come to think of it, life and death brought the Sinha brothers and their mothers, me, and even Buddha Sakyamuni the sting, shouldn't they be the same? However, some people understand life and death and become Buddhas; some people convert to Buddhism and get liberated and become Shizi; some people are still attached to the world of mortals while ups and downs in the sea of ​​suffering, just like Xiao Xin and me. When the Buddha left home to practice penance, the doubts and troubles he felt must be heavier than that of Daxin, right? When he was Prince Siddhartha Gautama, he lived in the palace garden his father built for him. He saw the flowers that never faded all the year round, and heard the lingering joy day and night. There was beauty and perfection everywhere.But when he goes on a tour occasionally, he is always shocked by what he sees and hears: the dying old man, the sick poor, the beggar suffering from leprosy, the old and ugly prostitute, the dead in the funeral of relatives and friends... How rich and honored are the palace gardens? Beautiful, how ugly and horrible the real world is. The birth of his son caused him to think deeply about life.His mother gave birth to him after ten months of pregnancy, but unfortunately passed away without realizing the family happiness; and as a prince, he could not serve his mother for a day.So, the meaning of life for their mother and child, is it sorrow or joy?Gain or loss?Now he has a son himself, but one day he will die too, what will happen to his son at that time?All the happiness is just a temporary illusion, and what is hidden under the beautiful beauty is the horrible white bones. The prince meditated under the tree of sorrow, meditating on the principles of life and death, arising and extinction, impermanence and transformation.He thought, this is the great trouble of life.And I can't be like ordinary people in the world, I want to overcome this deceptive youth and health, I want to conquer the terrible old age, sickness, and death, I can't let the world suffer like this forever, I must seek the principle of eternal liberation for the suffering people. An ascetic came to him and said to him: "All sentient beings, no one can avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can escape the ever-changing impermanence, and there is nothing to rejoice in. I have practiced for many years, and I only hope that I can achieve the goal of not being born. I have no desire for wealth or sex, and I live in seclusion in the mountains and forests all day long, cutting off the relationship between fame and fortune in the world. There is no difference between clean and dirty, good and ugly, begging in towns or villages, nourishing this false body. When encountering other people’s suffering, I try to save them, without expecting to get rewards, let alone seeking merit I just think that all the sufferings of all beings should be borne by me alone, if I don’t work hard to save all beings in the sea of ​​life and death, who else will?” These words awakened the prince, just like taking out a kindling from the bottom of his heart, lighting it up and putting it in front of his eyes, he finally knew what he wanted and what he should do.He told his father the wish of becoming a monk, and decided to travel around the world in search of a way of liberation. King Suddhodana was stunned.As a prince, Siddhartha's task was to inherit the throne and manage the country. If he left his wife, children and subjects to become a monk, wouldn't there be no successors to the throne?King Jingfan proposed that as long as the prince is willing to give up the idea of ​​becoming a monk, he is willing to surrender the throne immediately, or let him become a monk for him. However, the prince made four requests, saying that unless his father could do it, he would never change his mind.These four wishes are: first, to be free from aging; second, to be free from the pain of disease; third, to be free from the horror of death; and fourth, to be indestructible and immortal. The Pure Rice King cannot promise. No one can promise. Therefore, the prince left Kapilavatthu with a team of entourages, took off the gorgeous royal clothes, put on simple cassocks, shaved off his hair, and came to sit in meditation in the bitter bamboo forest of Mount Gaya on the Nelian Chan River. He stayed at Mount Gaya for six years.Naked, do not shelter from the wind and rain, eat only one grain of wheat a day.When he meditates and participates in Zen, does he occasionally think of his father and aunt?Will you miss the tenderness of the concubine and hear the cry of your son? Even if he is a Buddha, before he transcends the world, he can't let go of his emotions and desires. At that time, the struggle in his heart is more painful and intense than his desires, right? I think of this road, along the way, I saw many wandering cultivators, with a wooden stick in their hands, a bag on their backs, or a water bottle in their waists, and rosary beads around their necks and wrists, walking alone, eating and sleeping in the open.Are they all followers of Buddha? But I don't understand, since they believe in Buddha, they should study and absorb the classic wisdom left by him, why should they follow his path again?Repeating the path that the Buddha walked, repeating his search and practice, this is like we know that we can buy paper with money, but we refuse to do so. Papermaking has been sublimated.Because they are not willing to be just a user, but to be an inventor.The monks repeat the path that the Buddha walked, is it also to become a Buddha?It is said that the Dharma is boundless, so is it to study the Dharma to save all living beings, or to improve oneself and become immortal? In the distance, the stars are dim and the evening breeze is cool. This is a moonless night.The pigeons have rested, and the rooftops in the distance are hazy, like another world.I was thinking about some thoughts about the Buddha and the Dharma, thinking about the story of Da Xin. For some reason, I suddenly felt a kind of familiar calm, inexplicably believing that I would meet him one day and confide my doubts to him.However, even Xiao Xin didn't know where he was. The monk who likes lotus, has he been liberated?