Chapter 1 no ignorance and no ignorance
Man was originally a different species on the earth.
What about Buddha?
fire. At noon in midsummer, two fires burn together: The naked giant sun is vigorous, masculine and magnificent.The red fire of life. Ancient tropical jungle.The dense branches and leaves are interspersed with each other, the shadows are intertwined, and the infinite depths contain infinite depths, rippling, expanding, and swallowing like waves.Green fire of lust. In the ravages of fire, the copulation of fire, and the reincarnation of fire, people have survived.
In the unnamed land of Nanman, stands this simple but solemn Buddhist temple. The Buddha sat peacefully in the temple, showing an eternal smile. He (He? It?) smiled so reluctantly, as if weeping—crying for human beings who are still wallowing in the joys and sorrows of life and death. The Buddha's Dharma Eye seems to see everything—past, present, and future. ——Perhaps for the Buddha, there is no such thing as "time" at all.
The sound of chanting in the afternoon sounded. The cassock was wet with sweat, but the monk didn't move.All physical pain and itching cannot shake this group of great preachers who have witnessed the boundless Dharma.No thoughts, no thoughts, extinguish the fire in your heart and cool yourself. There is no restraint in the voice of chanting. ——Do you want to read it to the Buddha? Buddha can only laugh.
The small village centered on Buddhist temples is simple and simple.The houses are sparse, the population is sparse, and the arable land is fertile.Everything is still in the enlightenment period of civilization. In front of a hut beside a clear river, an old man who has lost his teeth sits under the shade of the eaves, his wrinkled eyelids drooping feebly.The trembling thin palm lightly held a page of broken scriptures.The distorted and finely divided text records the mysteries from a distant civilization.The truth is swaying in the summer wind.
This small and peaceful race has so little to possess.Therefore they have no contention, no envy, no hatred, no luxury. There is no greed, hatred, or ignorance. The last crime committed in the village probably occurred more than forty years ago.Even in the hearts of the oldest old villagers, it has long since turned into a dim and distant memory. However, birth, old age, sickness and death still haunt this nation. So they also need Buddha.
Seven years ago, sixteen monks, young and old, traveled through the primeval jungle to the north of the village that was said to eat people.The great Dharma proves its greatness. ——At that time and for more than three hundred years later, this area was just a blank space on the map of the civilized world. The Buddhist temple was built three years after the monks arrived.The villagers finally found a good way to soothe their lonely souls-they believed that the object of their devout worship every day was not just a poorly carved piece of dead wood. The monks easily overcome the language barrier.Language is but a child's play before the Dharma is developed. The barbarians who had just been baptized by religion were inexplicably happy.The torrent of inexhaustible wisdom flows down from the top, and the sweet and refreshing feeling flows all over the limbs and bones. The monks also brought secular civilization, which became priceless treasures in the eyes of the villagers: they learned how to make dyes and bleach clothes; build more stable and practical houses; Small Buddha statues are carved out of teeth and hung around the neck with ropes for peace... The villagers have achieved unprecedented improvements both materially and spiritually. In the hearts of the villagers, the monk is undoubtedly a wise leader—not even the seventy-three-year-old village chief. The old village head converted to ordain two years after the completion of the Buddhist temple and became the seventeenth monk in the temple. Everything was perfect - until that happened.
Amidst the discussions of the villagers and the pressing questions of her family, the girl Asha's expression was as serene as a Buddha's face.She sang that old tune silently in her heart. She gently stroked her belly, which was already so high that she couldn't hide it.Gentle and poignant teardrops condensed in the eyes, but did not fall. — without remorse. Asha's father grabbed her by the arm and yelled. She turned her face away, and the tears finally flowed down.The lips parted, revealing the answer to the riddle. Everyone present held their breath. The surrounding air froze.
The little monk knelt for a long time.That body, which was stronger than an adult, couldn't stop sweating.The wild black face is as solid as iron.He looked straight at the Buddha in front of him without regret. Under the cover of the slightly flickering candlelight, the Buddha's appearance looks strange. The monks stood on both sides of the temple, silent, forming an atmosphere of anxiety. "You all go back to your rooms." The solemn voice finally came from the other side of the meditation room.But the monk had the illusion in an instant that it was the words from the Buddha.
The old abbot's eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and his expression was both angry and smiling, which was vaguely similar to the Buddha statue behind him. "You are an orphan who has been a monk since childhood. It's like a mirror that has never been dirtied. I thought you were already enlightened." The monk seemed to turn a deaf ear to it.His eyes are full of tenderness. ——The seductive and flawless female body...the warm, soft touch... —and that old tune... The old abbot said with great remorse: "I was wrong. You have never set foot in the world of mortals, how can I guide you to see through the world of mortals?" The monk cried. ——The kind of detailed and peaceful feeling when you are tender, you can't find it even in the arms of Buddha... "Don't cry. You're not wrong." The old abbot took out a black rosary bead from the wide sleeve of his robe. "Go ahead." The little monk suddenly realized—— The old abbot's left palm swelled to infinity in an instant.Numerous rosy palm lines of destiny are clearly visible, and the inexhaustible cause and effect of the world of sentient beings are all in the palm—— The palm is printed on the forehead of the little monk.
Monks startled by the noise rushed out to watch.There was no one in the temple. Early the next morning, they found that the old abbot was still meditating in the room, and it seemed that he hadn't stepped out of the meditation room all night.
Early that morning, the villager Ama was grazing cattle as usual, but saw a burly figure staggering towards the jungle in the north.Amma yelled at the man. The bald head turned around, gave Ama a silly smile, and walked forward again. The figure was hidden in the depths of the dark jungle. Ama dared not chase into the jungle.He was very surprised, why there was a little black spot on the little monk's forehead.
Buddha is still laughing. Standing on the boundless earth, Facing the silent and mysterious universe, The human mind has one of the most primitive emotions - fear. We have no escape.
fire. At noon in midsummer, two fires burn together: The naked giant sun is vigorous, masculine and magnificent.The red fire of life. Ancient tropical jungle.The dense branches and leaves are interspersed with each other, the shadows are intertwined, and the infinite depths contain infinite depths, rippling, expanding, and swallowing like waves.Green fire of lust. In the ravages of fire, the copulation of fire, and the reincarnation of fire, people have survived.
In the unnamed land of Nanman, stands this simple but solemn Buddhist temple. The Buddha sat peacefully in the temple, showing an eternal smile. He (He? It?) smiled so reluctantly, as if weeping—crying for human beings who are still wallowing in the joys and sorrows of life and death. The Buddha's Dharma Eye seems to see everything—past, present, and future. ——Perhaps for the Buddha, there is no such thing as "time" at all.
The sound of chanting in the afternoon sounded. The cassock was wet with sweat, but the monk didn't move.All physical pain and itching cannot shake this group of great preachers who have witnessed the boundless Dharma.No thoughts, no thoughts, extinguish the fire in your heart and cool yourself. There is no restraint in the voice of chanting. ——Do you want to read it to the Buddha? Buddha can only laugh.
The small village centered on Buddhist temples is simple and simple.The houses are sparse, the population is sparse, and the arable land is fertile.Everything is still in the enlightenment period of civilization. In front of a hut beside a clear river, an old man who has lost his teeth sits under the shade of the eaves, his wrinkled eyelids drooping feebly.The trembling thin palm lightly held a page of broken scriptures.The distorted and finely divided text records the mysteries from a distant civilization.The truth is swaying in the summer wind.
This small and peaceful race has so little to possess.Therefore they have no contention, no envy, no hatred, no luxury. There is no greed, hatred, or ignorance. The last crime committed in the village probably occurred more than forty years ago.Even in the hearts of the oldest old villagers, it has long since turned into a dim and distant memory. However, birth, old age, sickness and death still haunt this nation. So they also need Buddha.
Seven years ago, sixteen monks, young and old, traveled through the primeval jungle to the north of the village that was said to eat people.The great Dharma proves its greatness. ——At that time and for more than three hundred years later, this area was just a blank space on the map of the civilized world. The Buddhist temple was built three years after the monks arrived.The villagers finally found a good way to soothe their lonely souls-they believed that the object of their devout worship every day was not just a poorly carved piece of dead wood. The monks easily overcome the language barrier.Language is but a child's play before the Dharma is developed. The barbarians who had just been baptized by religion were inexplicably happy.The torrent of inexhaustible wisdom flows down from the top, and the sweet and refreshing feeling flows all over the limbs and bones. The monks also brought secular civilization, which became priceless treasures in the eyes of the villagers: they learned how to make dyes and bleach clothes; build more stable and practical houses; Small Buddha statues are carved out of teeth and hung around the neck with ropes for peace... The villagers have achieved unprecedented improvements both materially and spiritually. In the hearts of the villagers, the monk is undoubtedly a wise leader—not even the seventy-three-year-old village chief. The old village head converted to ordain two years after the completion of the Buddhist temple and became the seventeenth monk in the temple. Everything was perfect - until that happened.
Amidst the discussions of the villagers and the pressing questions of her family, the girl Asha's expression was as serene as a Buddha's face.She sang that old tune silently in her heart. She gently stroked her belly, which was already so high that she couldn't hide it.Gentle and poignant teardrops condensed in the eyes, but did not fall. — without remorse. Asha's father grabbed her by the arm and yelled. She turned her face away, and the tears finally flowed down.The lips parted, revealing the answer to the riddle. Everyone present held their breath. The surrounding air froze.
The little monk knelt for a long time.That body, which was stronger than an adult, couldn't stop sweating.The wild black face is as solid as iron.He looked straight at the Buddha in front of him without regret. Under the cover of the slightly flickering candlelight, the Buddha's appearance looks strange. The monks stood on both sides of the temple, silent, forming an atmosphere of anxiety. "You all go back to your rooms." The solemn voice finally came from the other side of the meditation room.But the monk had the illusion in an instant that it was the words from the Buddha.
The old abbot's eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and his expression was both angry and smiling, which was vaguely similar to the Buddha statue behind him. "You are an orphan who has been a monk since childhood. It's like a mirror that has never been dirtied. I thought you were already enlightened." The monk seemed to turn a deaf ear to it.His eyes are full of tenderness. ——The seductive and flawless female body...the warm, soft touch... —and that old tune... The old abbot said with great remorse: "I was wrong. You have never set foot in the world of mortals, how can I guide you to see through the world of mortals?" The monk cried. ——The kind of detailed and peaceful feeling when you are tender, you can't find it even in the arms of Buddha... "Don't cry. You're not wrong." The old abbot took out a black rosary bead from the wide sleeve of his robe. "Go ahead." The little monk suddenly realized—— The old abbot's left palm swelled to infinity in an instant.Numerous rosy palm lines of destiny are clearly visible, and the inexhaustible cause and effect of the world of sentient beings are all in the palm—— The palm is printed on the forehead of the little monk.
Monks startled by the noise rushed out to watch.There was no one in the temple. Early the next morning, they found that the old abbot was still meditating in the room, and it seemed that he hadn't stepped out of the meditation room all night.
Early that morning, the villager Ama was grazing cattle as usual, but saw a burly figure staggering towards the jungle in the north.Amma yelled at the man. The bald head turned around, gave Ama a silly smile, and walked forward again. The figure was hidden in the depths of the dark jungle. Ama dared not chase into the jungle.He was very surprised, why there was a little black spot on the little monk's forehead.
Buddha is still laughing. Standing on the boundless earth, Facing the silent and mysterious universe, The human mind has one of the most primitive emotions - fear. We have no escape.