Chapter 34 epilogue million funeral

Tang Gaozong sighed sadly: "I've lost my national treasure! I've lost my national treasure! It's a pity that our country lost Master Xuanzang, just like a pillar among Buddhist monks suddenly collapsed, and all living beings will lose their guidance; it's like a boat in a sea of ​​suffering suddenly sinks; a dark room The candles in the fire suddenly went out..." In 663 A.D. (the third year of Longshuo), one day in the late autumn of October, the cool wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves on the ground made the sound of "swiping" and "swiping". Candles are still burning...

Xuanzang finally finished translating the six hundred volumes of the "Maha Prajna Sutra" which lasted four years. When he finished writing the last word, he put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and let out a long breath... At this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy and weak, so he supported it with his hands for a while, and after a while, he still felt exhausted and unable to support, as if a building was about to collapse... Xuanzang had a premonition of something ominous, so he supported the table with both hands, stood up with difficulty, and fell down on the bed step by step.

"Kuiji... come here..." He called out weakly. Hearing the shout, Kui Ji, Pu Guang and several disciples who were sorting out translations in the outer room hurried into the inner room. "Master, what's the matter with you?" They asked almost at the same time. "I...I'm afraid I can't do it...I feel very exhausted...After I die, my funeral must be taken care of frugally. I just need to wrap it in a thick mat and send it to a secluded place in the mountain stream for burial.... " "Master, no, you are too tired." Kui Ji comforted. Pu Guang also said: "What Kui Ji said is true, Master is indeed too tired, and he will be fine after resting."

Xuanzang nodded bitterly, but tears rolled in his dull eyes... The next day, after Xuanzang had some porridge, he felt better, so he sat down again to translate the "Great Treasure Sutra", but he couldn't do it after just writing a few lines. No more, Xuanzang stood up and was about to lie down on the bed, but he felt a whirlwind and fell to the ground... "Ah! Mage, Mage... what's wrong with you?" Two young novice monks hurried over and helped Xuanzang onto the bed. Kui Ji and Pu Guang ran in after hearing the sound, and seeing Xuan Zang lying pale on the bed, they were extremely anxious.

The monks came in and looked at it with relative embarrassment... The next day, when he got a little better, Xuanzang called to help him up, "Disciples,...quick...help me to worship the Bodhisattva." So all the disciples helped Xuanzang go to the Buddhist hall to enshrine the Buddha Sakyamuni Prayer was held in front of the statue of Ni: "Buddha Sakyamuni... his disciples have spread the Buddhist scriptures to the east... "The disciples brought back 657 Buddhist scriptures from Tianzhu, and now they have translated 75 Buddhist scriptures, with 1,335 volumes... Among them, there are 100 volumes of "Yogi's Land Theory", and 100 volumes of "Maha Prajna Sutra". All volumes were translated by disciples themselves.

"Now, I have finished translating most of them, and I am ready to die. "Seventeen years of studying scriptures and twenty years of translating scriptures have exhausted almost all my energy. I am too tired to pick up a pen. May the Buddha protect me and reincarnate before spreading Buddhism." Xuanzang went to the statue of Maitreya Bodhisattva again, and piously prostrated himself on the ground and made a wish: "Eryou Bodhisattva, the Dharma of Consciousness-Only Theory that you pioneered is immeasurable... "I am in Tianzhu, Jiexianzhengdharma has taught me this scripture, and I have presented the "Yogi's Land Treatise" by Wusang and my relatives, and the "Consciousness Consciousness Treatise" by Dharma protectors...

"My disciples and I have finished translating. Now I will be impermanent. Please protect the Bodhisattva. My disciples are willing to be reborn in Tushita Palace and serve Bodhisattva by your side." After making the wish, Xuanzang felt more and more weak.After Xuanzang was helped back to the bed, his condition became more serious... On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Xuanzang got up to go to the toilet, and fell when he stepped over the threshold behind the room, and scratched some skin on his shin. From then on, his condition took a sharp turn for the worse, and he couldn't get up again...

Afterwards, Xuanzang's expression began to be in a trance...A white lotus flower like an umbrella appeared in front of his eyes, slowly falling from the sky into the house, Xuanzang sat on the lotus slowly and leisurely, and then rode the white cloud to Tushita Palace Maitreya Bodhisattva flies away... A smile appeared on Xuanzang's face. That night, Puguang dreamed that a magnificent pagoda suddenly collapsed, and told Xuanzang the next day: "Master, I dreamed that a big pagoda suddenly collapsed last night. Is this auspicious or unlucky?" Xuanzang's expression changed when he heard this, and he said calmly in an instant:

"It is Xuanzang who is going to pass away." Disciple Kui Ji saw that the master's face gradually changed, from pale to gray...and then dark again, so he whispered in his ear: "Has the master passed away to Maitreya Bodhisattva?" Xuanzang's lips moved slightly: "Yes." Therefore, Xuanzang used his right hand as a pillow, and his left hand hung down on his lying body on the right side, taking the posture of Sakyamuni's passing away, closing his eyes while lying down, and his breath was already silky... The disciples and monks who came to hear the news stood in a large area outside Xuanzang's meditation room. Everyone was silent with tears in their eyes.

Yuan Ce, Hui Li... all rushed over, they all sobbed and cried as they watched the mage general. Tang Gaozong got the report and sent an imperial doctor: but it was too late. On March 7, 664 AD (the first year of Linde), Xuanzang passed away, and a generation of great Buddhist scholars passed away. Suddenly, a bright light pierced the night sky, and a brilliant meteor fell from the Chang'an sky. The news of Xuanzang's passing quickly spread throughout Chang'an, Luoyang, and the whole country... Thousands of monks cry, and thousands of people mourn. When Tang Gaozong learned that he was very sad, he immediately announced that he would stop court for three days to express his condolences, and said to his officials:

"I lost the national treasure!" "I lost the national treasure!" The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were all sad and weeping when they heard this.Gaozong cried again and said: "The loss of Master Xuanzang in our country is like the sudden collapse of a pillar among Buddhist monks, and the loss of guidance for all living beings; it is like the sudden sinking of a ferry boat in a sea of ​​suffering; the sudden extinction of lamps and candles in a dark room..." Xuanzang's coffin will be sent back from Yuhua Temple to the scripture-translating hall of Daci'en Temple. According to the master's order, only bamboo mats will be used to cover the cart. Hundreds of monks come to mourn and cry every day in the mourning hall. The fallen leaves are rustling, and the last autumn is coming to an end, and the mountain road is covered with dead leaves. On the day of the funeral, the master's coffin was still placed in the bamboo mat cart. Although gorgeous tents were sent to the master from all over the country, the disciples were afraid of violating the master's last order, so they declined them one by one.The Nirvana tent leading the coffin at the front only put the mage's three sets of cassocks and the hundred-gold cassock bestowed by Emperor Taizong, and the hearse carrying the mage's body was still covered with bamboo mats.Moving slowly on the thick leaf road. The hearse started, and the mourning and crying were earth-shattering, resounding through the sky... This is April 14, 664 AD, when the Tang court held a state funeral for Xuanzang. There are white buildings in front of and behind the coffin, covering the clouds and the sun; there are dense layers of people who are mourning and mourning. Monks, common people, men, women, old and young, poor and rich all came to the funeral... Chang'an City was crying loudly, and all the spectators gathered by the roadside were also weeping sadly. Such piousness and such a scene, even if the emperor died, he could not be reminiscent of it, which shows Xuanzang's great influence and his status in the hearts of the people. The sky in Bailuyuan was gloomy, and there were as many as one million people who came to the funeral.People are all dressed in plain clothes, with sad faces.Looking from a distance in front of the cemetery, white flags, white flowers, white cloth scarves, white plain clothes... merged into a white ocean... exactly: Xuanzang's coffin was buried in Bailuyuan on the east bank of the Shanghai River. Thirty thousand monks and laymen stayed behind the tomb that day. In the early morning of the next day, another grand funeral was held in the cemetery.After the burial, an Uncovered Almsgiving Conference was held, so that the poor monks and laymen who came to attend the funeral received relief, and the funeral was considered over. A generation of eminent monks and a great Buddhist scholar in China passed away at the age of sixty-two (602-664 AD). A huge meteor fell in the sky, and a generation of great Buddhist scholars passed away. The tall Dayan Sutra Pagoda embodies the master's life's painstaking efforts.The majestic Big Wild Goose Pagoda records the immortal achievements of this famous monk. The unfallible Big Wild Goose Pagoda and the ten thousand peonies are shining, the ten thousand heads under the pagoda stand upright, the breeze blows, and the pagoda bells jingle, as if telling people the glory of the mage. The bells of the Small Wild Goose Pagoda came in bursts, as if praising this well-deserved famous monk through the ages. exactly: