Chapter 11 Chapter Ten The Pilgrimage to Ajanta

The discovery of Ajanta is said to be documented, but it also sounds like a myth: In 1819, in a canyon surrounded by mountains on the Deccan Plateau, British soldier John Smith chased a tiger and strayed into the jungle. When he chased to the edge of the cliff, he pulled the trigger. He obviously felt that he had shot, but saw the tiger He jumped and disappeared between the rock walls. Smith followed the trail of the tiger to the edge of the cliff, and was surprised to see a figure of Buddha looming in the depths of the vines.He told the matter to the Hyderabad vassal.Wang said: "I have long heard that there is a cave temple carved on a cliff on the Deccan Plateau, but no one can tell where it is. Is it the place where the tiger you mentioned hides?" After clearing the vines on the ground, it was discovered that what was hidden by the natural barrier was not one or two grottoes or Buddha statues, but the entire group of grottoes that shocked the world.

This treasure led by a tiger is a miracle no matter in terms of art, sculpture, Buddhism, or historical research. When the news came out, experts and scholars from all over the world flocked here to search the classics, and found out that it was built in the second century BC. Although the construction stopped in the sixth century AD, it was still at its peak. It has been verified in Tang Xiyuji. In 638 A.D., Xuanzang came here on a westward journey, and when he heard the bell ringing in the mountain stream, he went to pay his respects.He described it this way: "There are big mountains in the east of the country, overlapping ridges and peaks, heavy mountains and endless prisons. There is Jialan, based on deep valleys, high halls and deep sky, sparse cliffs and peaks, heavy pavilions and terraces, back rocks and ravines... the Jialan Great Abode is high There is a stone Buddha statue in the center, more than 70 feet high. The stone walls are carved around the temple, and the Tathagata practiced the Bodhisattvas in the past. Engraved and engraved. Outside the Garan Gate, there is a stone statue on the south, north, left, and right."

This is the only document about Ajanta in human history before the nineteenth century. Before that, I visited three of the four major Buddhist caves in my country: Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, Luoyang Longmen Grottoes, and Tianshui Maijishan Grottoes.So the scene of Ajanta has already been expected.However, when they met, they were still moved. because of its originality. The number of Ajanta Grottoes is much smaller than that of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, and the scale is also much smaller, because its original function was not for worship, but simply for living and meditation. In primitive Buddhism, when Sakyamuni decided not to stick to "forest dwelling" but agreed to accept alms from believers to build a dormitory for monks, there were originally two forms: one is "Sanghalammo", referred to as "Galan", which means It is a garden where all the monks live together, just like the ruins of a large-scale jingshe I saw in Deer Park; A house, or a quiet retreat where one person lives alone, or two or three people live together, or even does not build a house, just perches under a big tree, can also be called "Alan Ruo".

Grottoes, in a sense, can be understood as the development form of "Lan Ruo". The purpose of their construction is only to facilitate the monks to stay away from the hustle and bustle and retreat in the mountains.Therefore, the project is very simple and practical. More than 30 grottoes are divided into two types: "classroom" for practice and "bedroom" for sleeping.The former has stupas, while the latter has stone pillows and stone beds. In the caves of Ajanta, there are four retreats, and the rest of the caves are used for sleeping.The small caves can only accommodate one person, while the larger caves can accommodate several people.In Ajanta, which is hot all year round, living in a cave is really quiet and cool.Caressing the stone bed, imagining the simple life of the monks at that time, reducing all material needs to a minimum, only seeking a clear mind and a high spirit, can't help but be awed.

Although there are also small caves in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang that symbolize meditation rooms, they are so narrow that it is difficult to even turn around, let alone put down the stone pillow and stone bed.Presumably, it is not really used for living, but just a decoration, a form of paying tribute to the ancestors of the Buddha Caves. Cave No. 10 is said to be the oldest cave in Ajanta. At that time, there were no Buddha statues.The stupa is the only symbol. Stupa, also known as "Buddha" or "Zutabo", symbolizes the tower dedicated to "Buddha's relic". It is just a small round tower with no decoration.Since India did not have the concept of a tomb in the early days, building a pagoda to collect the relics of the Buddha is more or less equivalent to a Chinese tomb.

However, don't underestimate this simple and simple small pagoda, because it is the embryonic form of the later "pagoda". From Cave No. 10 to Cave No. 19, this change can be clearly seen. Huge Buddha statues began to be carved on the stupa, and the reliefs and murals on the walls of the grottoes became more and more exquisite and gorgeous.At this time, Mahayana Buddhism appeared, and the monks began to worship the statues of the Buddha, but they were still simple and vegetarian, and their hearts were clean.Then, as the pagodas were built higher and higher, the concept of "seven-level pagoda" appeared, and the Buddha statues became more and more solemn, stalwart, and gold-clad, and finally became a magnificent statue that frightens thousands of fools and fools by showing off its wealth. Statues, but the will of the Buddha, but gradually far away.

It cannot but be embarrassing - in the development of Buddhism, the evolution of "with form" and "without form" has gone through hundreds of years, but in Ajanta, it is only a few steps away. For example, from the first construction of the grottoes to the appearance of mural paintings, there was an interval of almost 600 years.And this is the earliest known painting in India so far. The Lord Buddha is colorless and formless, and all things that show people in form are illusory.However, the murals in the caves are still priceless treasures in the world.Thanks to the claustrophobic terrain of Ajanta, which is hidden deep in the mountains, it was able to escape the persecution of Islamists.Only natural refutation, no man-made destruction.Even the zenith is painted with various flowers, fruits and vegetables, and the colors are even quite bright.

The light in the cave is dim and the air is cool. Xiao Xin and I each hold a flashlight. He has a warm light, orange; Suddenly, I have some understanding of "India time".Time is a very luxurious and condensed concept here. All the scenic spots and cultural relics have to go back hundreds or even thousands of years. Time is like a small piece of chocolate with different shapes neatly stacked In the carved box, open the package, and you can choose a piece from two thousand years ago, one thousand years ago, or eight hundred years ago. When visiting those magnificent cathedrals in Europe, people often point to a certain building and say how many years old it is. However, the chronological view of the century is really not worth mentioning in India.The century-old unit of measurement is only a fraction here.How can it be blamed that the concept of "hour" for the Indians is not worthy of contempt.

Walking among those ancient murals is like walking in the corridor of time to reflect on the present and think about the past.Most of the murals are about Buddhist scriptures and Jataka stories, and some also reflect court life, hunting, animal husbandry, farming, war, singing and dancing, and scenes of boats and cars. But what I like more is the portrait of Fei Tian.I remember a Chinese scholar said: Dunhuang is the hometown of Feitian.If he has been to Ajanta, he will know that there were flying stars in India two thousand years ago or earlier. Feitian, known in India as Avasara, is the lowest-ranking deity among the Buddhas. Its function is to fly and scatter flowers to create atmosphere when the Buddha preaches.She is so gentle and beautiful, singing and dancing lightly, her clothes fluttering, and her smile is sweet.She has no worries, no scheming, no mundane worries and utilitarian interests, she is reckless but not ostentatious, innocent but self-contained, she makes Buddhism auspicious, shortens the distance between gods and people, and her status Humble but essential.

If I were asked to choose a role to practice among the gods and Buddhas, I would like to fly in the sky, singing and dancing all day long. Zen stresses "no love, no desire", and Ajanta means "no thought, no thought" in Sanskrit.But Fei Tian must have love, otherwise, how would she sing and dance? I have never thought of attaining Taoism and ascension, but if Da Xin wants to become a Buddha immediately, then what if I am a flying companion? The statue of the Bodhisattva holding a lotus in Cave No. 1 is the most famous among the murals of Ajanta.Holding a blue lotus flower in his hand, looking down and smiling, he seems to have a self-evident understanding with all living beings.

Looking at the lotus flower, I suddenly felt that everything around me was darkened, and the bottom was unknown, but the murals under the light of the flashlight were so clear that it pierced my eyes. Like rain, I couldn't help but kneel down in front of the Buddha statue, weeping uncontrollably. Everything happened so fast and uncontrollably. When I realized that I had lost my composure and hurriedly turned off the flashlight, I was already in tears and trembling all over.I wept bitterly, feeling ashamed of my willfulness while feeling desperate for this boundless longing. Xiao Xin looked at me in shock, and after a while he was at a loss and asked, "Do you have a stomachache again?" My stomach does hurt, but my heart hurts even more, like a fire is burning, and it is getting hotter and hotter, making me wonder if I will be turned into ashes in the next minute.I cried drowsily for as long as a century, and finally raised my head to look at Xiao Xin, made up my mind and said, "Let's break up here, you go back to Delhi, and I'll go to Bodhgaya." "Bodh Gaya?" Xiao Xin was even more surprised, "Isn't that going back? If we knew we were going to Bodh Gaya, why should we leave Varanasi?" I am silent.The tears couldn't stop and couldn't stop pouring down, falling on the Buddha seat. He suddenly understood: "Is it because of my brother?" I stared blankly at him. With a complicated expression, he murmured: "I should have guessed it earlier. When I see you again this time, I have always seen you worrying about your thoughts and losing your mind. From time to time, it seems like you are about to cry, especially when I saw you dancing the night before. I knew it was so sad. You fell in love with someone. But I have always been by your side, so I know that person is not me. But these days I don’t see anyone you know. Until later I found out that every time I see a monk in a crowd, you You will become very nervous, and you must catch up to see what happened, so I thought, the only one who can make you fall in love with such pain in such a short period of time is my elder brother." I was so sad in my heart that I finally had to confess to Xiao Xin.Yes, I'm in love with Da Xin, an unreasonable, fanatical love, deeper and stronger than I ever knew. The Ganges turned a corner in Varanasi, and my life was destined to turn there. I met Daxin, and I changed myself. I regretted not staying in Sarnath for a few more days, and not going up the mountain with Daxin.Did I really only know him for a few days?Only spent two or three days and nights with him?But in my heart, it seems that I have known each other for a lifetime. Oh, how I wish I could stay by his side for the rest of my life.When he recites, I listen to him recite; when he meditates, I watch him meditate.As long as I can see him, hear him, I will do anything. Why do I feel like the retreat is a barrier between us?Why do you think that if he is in Buddhism, he rejects me for a thousand miles?I don't expect him to return to the vulgar, and I don't have to become a bhikkhuni insincerely. He said that everything has its own law, so I will follow our respective choices. He loves Buddha and I love him, and that is enough.If I can appreciate him like a lotus flower, smiling at each other is also a kind of completeness. I must find him and tell him this.must. It was a cloudy day, surrounded by wind and smoke in the canyon.Xiao Xin helped me down the long steps, and sat down by the stream, without making a sound for a long time.He seemed to be more shaken than I was.Fang murmured for a while and asked, "Why is this happening? Is there really reincarnation in this world?" "Maybe, maybe I owed him in my previous life. It's like Jiangzhu Xiancao owed the nectar of Shenying's waiter, and I can only repay him with tears all my life." "What are you talking about? What grass? What dew?" Xiao Xin hadn’t read it, so he couldn’t understand my metaphor. His thoughts were still stuck in the moment when I suddenly cried in front of the grotto murals, and he said thoughtfully: “You said that you thought of my elder brother when you saw the murals. No, my brother is the reincarnation of a disciple of the Buddha? For example, Ananda, Kasyapa, Shariputra, and Moggallana, even if they are not one of the ten disciples, they must be among the more than a thousand who have attained Arhatship One of the monks, right? Then, after my elder brother practiced again in this life, he will definitely become a venerable one again, right?" When he asked me this question, I was a little uncertain, and said hesitantly: "I was looking at the mural of the Bodhisattva holding a lotus, and suddenly felt as if a ray of light shot into my heart. It hurt so much. My thoughts were blown away, I just saw your elder brother in that ray of light... I can't explain the feeling, I only had one thought at that time: He is waiting for me, I want to find him!" "But we couldn't find him." Xiao Kuin said angrily, "My brother only said that he wanted to meditate in the mountains. There are so many holy places and forests near Sarnath. I don't even know which mountain he is talking about. , even if you know that the mountain forest is so big, where can you find him? Just like the mountain in front of you, how deep and hidden is it, if it weren't for that tiger, maybe it would never be discovered." I know that what he said is the truth, but Daxin planted a kindling in my heart. At this moment, the fire is flickering and burning brightly. Only the search related to him can make me support the future travel, otherwise I'm afraid that as the fire goes out, I'll be exhausted too. "How many holy places, how many mountains can there be near Sarnath? I have ten days left in my vacation, and I will use these ten days to find him, one place at a time, one mountain at a time, and if I can find it, I will never again I don’t want to leave, I don’t want a passport, I don’t want a nationality, I just want to stay with him in the mountains and forests, even if I’m a wandering woman, a bhikkhuni, a savage, whatever; if I can’t find it, I believe it’s God’s will and I’ll return to China on schedule I will never dream again.” I promised Xiao Xin: “Maybe you think I’m crazy, but if I don’t try, I will never be reconciled. I promise you, whether I can find it or not, I will contact you. " "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I let you take risks alone?" Xiao Xin stomped his feet, "Okay, since you want to find it, I will accompany you to find it, one mountain after another. Anyway, in the last ten days, If you are not allowed to find him, you will not be interested in traveling." "Then why bother?" "This is my responsibility." Xiao Xin glanced at me, "Stop arguing, we will go to Mumbai now, then buy a plane ticket to Varanasi, then to Sarnath, to Bodh Gaya, to Rajgaha, to Ling Jiushan, even Jushnaya, Lumbini, in short, go to any place you want to go. If I can find it, I can see my elder brother again; if I can’t find it, I will treat it as a pilgrimage with you.” I fell silent. At this moment, I just felt that everything I said was wrong. No matter whether I apologized or thanked me, it seemed vain and embarrassing at this time, and it was difficult to say anything. Suddenly Xiao Xin laughed lightly, and said to himself, "One piece of good news and one piece of bad news." I froze for a moment, and turned to look at him.But he hesitated to speak, and began to chant. I couldn't help urging: "What's the good news? What's the bad news?" "The good news is: Sinha likes Nalan, and Nalan also likes Sinha." He smiled sadly, his big eyes filled with tears, and continued after a short pause, "The bad news is: Nalan likes Sinha." , is brother." I gave a hollow laugh, and the tears fell again. In the days that followed, the clock seemed to be set forward suddenly. We rushed from Ajanta to Mumbai without stopping. We stopped at the Mumbai Railway Station, which is called the "Victoria Terminal", for five minutes, facing the Gothic building. After admiring the luxurious gatehouse that perfectly combines Chinese-style architecture and Gandhara style, he called a taxi and went straight to the airport to fly to Varanasi. It was only when I was sitting on the plane that I thought about the pity - I didn't even have time to take a look at the famous "Tower of Silence".It is said that it is the only "bird burial" place in India.More than a thousand years ago, many Persians moved to India in order to refuse to join Islam and settled down near Mumbai, so the locals vaguely called them "Persianism".They believe that fire, water, earth, and air are extremely clean and unpolluted, so they reject cremation, water burial, and burial.Instead, gather the corpses on an open tower surrounded by jungles, and hand them over to the birds to eat them, which is the last merit of life to nature.Its form is somewhat similar to the "sky burial" in my country's Tibet. When the soul ascends to the sky, the body also flies to the sky with the bird; before the reincarnation of life, the body first reincarnates in the belly of the bird.The dedication of the Persians to the body is completely chic, almost staunch. I looked down the plane window desperately, hoping to see the tall Tower of Silence, but of course I couldn't, not even a single bird. At dusk, the plane landed in Varanasi, and the sunset glow in the sky was in full swing, chasing us from the airport all the way to the train station.All the buildings, pedestrians, vehicles, and streets outside the car window are covered with a faint golden light, like a flowing river of golden water. There was a slight wind, and the night was swaying gently with the wind. We boarded the train in this ignorant and precarious night scene, and rushed all the way to Bodhgaya without stopping.When we got on the bus, we all wished to believe that Da Xin was there; but when we got off the bus, the actual difficulties and the thick noise crowded up, and the hope of finding it seemed so slim. Bodhgaya is different from Sarnath, it is much busier and bustling. There are many Buddhist temples, Hindu temples, and Islamic mosques. Samanas, lamas, priests, saints, and Muslims wearing various monk robes come and go. However, gods and Buddhas all over the sky come and go over the sky of Gaya City, making it impossible for people to hear the edicts from the heavens. The river of Nilian Chan, where the Buddha once bathed, is full of soup, and the shadow of the Buddha in the Bodhi Mountain Grottoes is still there. In the hut of Mahata, there is a statue of the shepherdess Sujiada offering milk to the Buddha. After 2,500 years, the Buddha The footprints of practice and enlightenment are like Chinese temples, Korean temples, Japanese temples, Thai temples, Vietnamese temples, and Burmese temples. Almost all countries in Asia have come here to build temples. It seems that monks from all over Asia have come here for pilgrimage, so many gold But I can't find Da Xin everywhere. We searched all over the surrounding mountainous areas, walked through Buddhist temples, and knocked on every house, only to be disappointed again and again.This disappointment gradually accumulated into great despair, which made me cry bitterly under the Bodhi tree of Buddha's enlightenment. The Dazhengjue Pagoda in the Bodhi Dojo is majestic and majestic, with intricate carvings and incense, and there is no trace of the pain that has been buried in sand for more than 600 years.The Bodhi tree where the Buddha sat and enlightened has long since disappeared, but in the same place, the Bodhi tree replanted by people has also flourished. Not far in front is the Vajra Seat of red sandstone.Xuanzang said in "Da Tang Western Regions": "The Buddha in the past was hundreds of feet high. He was cut down repeatedly, and he was still four or five feet high. The Buddha sat under it and became enlightened. Therefore, it is called the Bodhi tree." Enlightenment is only the first step in practicing enlightenment.After that, he also preached and propagated the Dharma, so that others could be taught, which is called "other enlightenment".Only when he realizes that his practice has reached the most perfect state can it be called "full enlightenment" or "supreme enlightenment". Therefore, the great departure of the eminent monk who attained the Tao is also called "passing away". The lotus pond in the monastery made me very sad, and I couldn't help but think of the first time I met Daxin in the pond.I knelt under the bodhi tree and wept, praying to gods and Buddhas to guide me and make me enlightened.I am not a believer, and I have never had the experience of eating fast and reciting Buddha's name, but in this situation, what can I do besides "holding Buddha's feet temporarily"? I bowed my head and kissed the root of the big Bodhi tree, kissed the lotus ring on my hand, cried and cried, begged and begged. Crying suffocates the brain, and suddenly, I feel as if something exploded in my brain, thousands of pieces are flying around, countless lights and sounds are entangled together, like sunspots erupting, every grain Debris is an image.And in those sounds and images, I was amazed to see my father—or rather, think or feel my father. He is both familiar and new, young and weak, his loving eyes gazing at me, the temperature of his embrace, the sound of his coughing, the smell of medicine on his body, and countless and Fragments of his life together... Those sounds, colors, smells, and memories were born, flew, and burst from the depths of my body, and flew into the sky like fireworks, flying to the branches and leaves of the big linden tree. dad.dad.I attached my hand to the void.The leaves made a noise that was almost noisy, and countless light spots surrounded my father's phantom and disappeared into the blue sky covered by the leaves, as if it had never appeared before. I stared blankly at the sky, and suddenly felt as if I had been hollowed out.Along the way, I often have hallucinations, as if my father has been with me and came to India with me.I dreamed that he bathed in the Ganges, dreamed that he reminded me to "be careful" during my trip to Varanasi, dreamed that he came to see me at the hotel in Sarnath, but now, he left, in this sunny day afternoon.Leaving me alone, I listened blankly to the wind blowing through the leaves, and the sounds of the sky were like fingers flipping scriptures.But I don't understand, I don't understand. Suddenly people rushed in one direction, shouting and chanting in various languages. I was shocked to see that many people were crying like me. Xiao Xin pulled me up and said, "They say that the Buddha has appeared!" Buddha appeared?Could it be that you have heard my begging, so you have come to take pity on me?Xiaoxin and I rushed to the lotus pond together with the crowd, and saw the amazing miracle in front of us: the lotus flowers all over the pond seemed to have heard some orders, and they were scrambling to open one after another, and the petals burst into bloom. The subtle fragrance swayed with the wind, like a lotus flower talking. All the monks and believers knelt down together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, touched the ground with their heads, and were extremely devout.There was no father among them, nor Da Xin.I have to feel my own insignificance and my own sentimentality—every one of the devotees who kowtow is so pious. Even if the Buddha is really willing to show mercy, he must first cherish those believers who really worship him, right? Desperately, every day, every moment, I am tormented in longing and pain, not only mentally, but also physically—my will is firm, but my body is weak, and I Holding my stomach, I feel its existence and failure all the time, I don't know how long it can last. I tried my best to disguise it, so that Xiao Xin could not see my pain and stop me from looking for it.But how could I turn a blind eye to the worry and concern in his eyes?I can frankly admit my blind and paranoid love for Da Xin, but can I face Xiao Xin's affection for me? After three days in Bodhgaya, I no longer dare to look at myself in the mirror.I know that I am emaciated like an ascetic monk who practiced Buddhism, with his bones broken.Life is short, but persistent thoughts and burning desires will make it longer, like years. A few days of travel fatigue and stomach troubles made me peel off a layer of skin. Every morning when I brush my teeth, my mouth will be full of blood foam. Bad smell, and the excessive advance of physical strength makes the whole person feel vain, even if he does the most trivial thing, he will go all out. Xiao Xin tried to persuade me to go back to Delhi several times, but he couldn't convince me. After holding on to one thing for too long, you will gradually forget your original intention, cling to that thing itself, and forget what the original purpose of persistence is.By this time, I no longer cared whether I could find Da Xin, but made up my mind to persist in the search until the last day I left India. I know I'm looking for a needle in a haystack, but in life, how many people and things are worth your life to find and wait for? In the afternoon of the fourth day, we decided to leave Bodh Gaya. Next stop, Rajagha City. The smell and noise of the train station annoyed me from the bottom of my heart. Just seeing those porters in red shirts carrying suitcases from a distance made my stomach churn.Xiao Xin brought the ticket purchase form, and the small characters like earthworms danced and blurred into one piece. My feet were like cotton, and I had to support the booking counter to stand firm. I had to forcefully said with a smile: "The most fearful thing in my life is to fill in forms. I thought that only Chinese people like to fill out forms. I didn't expect that there are more forms in India. Even taking the train is difficult." Forms to fill out. Can you help me?" "Of course." Xiao Xin took the form, filled it out one by one in front of my passport, and said with a smile, "Tan Nalan, the English pronunciation is Nalan Tan, which is similar to our 'Nalanda'. " "Nalanda?" I was taken aback, it was the first time I heard this term, so I couldn't help asking, "Where is that place?" "It's not far from Rajagha City. Legend has it that Sakyamuni once taught scriptures there, so it is also a holy place. Like Sarnath, Bodhgaya, and Ajanta, it is all dependent on your holy monk Xuanzang. The book was redeveloped after finding the ruins. Nalanda, Nalanda, and Xuanzang are translated as 'Shi Wuyan', but in Sanskrit, it actually means 'lotus flower'..." Xiao Xin stopped in the middle of speaking.And I was already stunned.We stared blankly at each other, and we all understood at this moment. What an obvious hint, what a clear guide, Nalan Tan, Nalanda, I should have known from the very beginning, that voice was not calling me, but had pointed out to me the destination early in the morning - Nalanda, the lotus flower is in full bloom The place!If Da Xin chooses a holy place for meditation, where else is more suitable than Nalanda, more worthy of his heart? The first gift I received when I first arrived in Delhi was the anemone ring, Daxin’s writing book and the hand-painted paintings on the walls of the room, the encounter at the lotus pond, the Buddha statue of Ajanta holding the lotus, and the lotus pond of Bodh Gaya. The change...everywhere reminds Da Xin of his real whereabouts! How could I be so stupid? After buying the ticket, we immediately found an Internet cafe and searched for information on Nalanda. It turns out that it has been built since the first century AD, after the Gupta Dynasty?With the support and expansion of the six kings for hundreds of years, it is not only the abode of the monks, but also the largest Buddhist school in India.Monks from all over the world came here admiringly. At its peak, there were nine monasteries and more than 10,000 students. When Xuanzang traveled west, he came here to study for seven years, and left a very strong and colorful stroke in his memoirs: "Baotai star column, Qionglou Yuezhi. Watching the smoke, the palace is flying clouds. The wind and clouds are born in the house, and the sun and the moon are in the eaves of the pavilion. With the winding water, the green lotus and the green lotus. The garni flowers and trees are halo. , The nunnery has no Luolin Senyu outside it. All the monks’ rooms in the courtyards have quadruple pavilions. Qiudong Hongliang, green bamboo pillars, carved couplets and carved sills, and jade base writing sticks. The number is tens of millions. Magnificent and lofty, this is the extreme. There are often tens of thousands of monks, hosts and guests, and they learn Mahayana and eighteen parts. In the Vedas and other books, they also study the number of medical prescriptions because they clearly state. There are more than one thousand people for the 20th department, more than 500 people for the 30th department, and ten masters for the 50th department. Only the wise Dharma masters have a thorough overview of everything, and they are young and virtuous. They are all masters. Lectures in the temple, daily More than a hundred. Apprentices practice without abandoning an inch of Yin. The residence of the virtuous people is naturally serious. It has been established for more than 700 years, and no one has committed a crime. The king respected it and gave up more than a hundred towns to support it. Two hundred towns Every day, hundreds of stones of japonica rice and crisp milk are imported. As a result, scholars have nothing to ask for and are self-sufficient in four things, and their artistic achievements are extremely powerful." "Hindu Kalam, tens of millions. Magnificent and sublime, this is the ultimate." I muttered, really regretting my poverty and ignorance. He couldn't forget the Four Sacred Lands so much that he was delayed for so long, but he didn't wake up earlier. I should have known that the lotus was the clue, guiding me to uncover the truth bit by bit.But he just walked around, blurring his vision because of ignorance.Or, it is the Buddha who is testing my sincerity and deliberately setting up layers of confusion, just like the Tang monk who went through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to obtain the true scriptures. Xiao Xin helped me print out the information, read it quickly, and was greatly frustrated: "After studying in Chinese University for four years, how come there are not a few words on this paper, and there is not a sentence that I can understand." Finding new clues lifted my spirits, so I comforted Xiao Xin and said, "This is ancient Chinese, not to mention you, many Chinese college students may not be able to understand it. I will explain it to you slowly when I get in the car later. "