A thousand-year-old family that began with the Battle of Makino

Chapter 303 Misunderstanding, Buddha said

At the gate of Chaoge City, the soldiers looked at the strangely dressed alien in front of them, stopped him, and said warily: "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Fran saluted with one hand and said: "Namo Amitabha, the donor is so polite. The poor monk came from Tianzhu in the west. At the invitation of His Majesty the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, he came to the Han Dynasty to promote Buddhism, preach Buddhist scriptures and save the world from suffering."

The soldier wondered: "Since I am explaining Buddhist scriptures to His Majesty, why don't you stay in Luoyang and instead go to Chaoge to ask, are you a foreign spy?"

Seeing the soldiers scolding him, Fran didn't blame him. Instead, he said kindly: "The poor monk has asked His Majesty the Emperor of the Han Dynasty for an order to go out to Luoyang. He came to Chaoge to ask for an audience with His Majesty the White King."

The soldier saw that no matter how he scolded and threatened, the strange Tianzhu man in front of him was always smiling, which made him a little strange. Could it be that this man had a disease in his mind and he was not angry?
If someone else were either cautious or had a big argument with him, there would be no answer to the question.

"Since I'm asking to see the king, do you have any evidence?" The soldier's expression improved a lot. After all, he had always been very polite, and if he threatened others, his conscience would be hard for him.

Fran was a little embarrassed for a moment. How could he have any credentials? He had only been a member of the Han Dynasty for only a year, and he had been wandering around Honglu Temple and Chang'an City all year round. He had no idea that the common people of the Han Dynasty needed credentials to travel.

In Tianzhu and Guishang, there is no system to even register households, let alone identity checks. Every time you go to a city, you only need to pay an entrance fee to enter the city. As a senior monk, there is never anyone. Stopped.

Liu Zhuang originally arranged for Bai He to accompany him, not only to prevent him from getting lost, but also for convenience, but he didn't know that he got off the car halfway. Bai He thought that the court had given Frank the voucher to travel, so he felt relieved and took the first step.

"The poor monk has no identity documents!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldier's calm expression suddenly changed: "We Han people, no matter where we go, even if we don't have travel documents, we always have identity certificates. If foreign envoys are traveling with Han people, they will also have certificates issued by the imperial court. edict.

Firstly, you have no edict, and secondly, you have no proof, and you claim that you are not a craftsman. Looking at you, you are in tatters, and you have no hair on your head. You must be a foreigner who was sentenced to death by the imperial court. You don’t know why you escaped. How can you survive? Wanting to evade capture, he pretended to be a foreign envoy.

What a pity that you did the opposite. You came to the Bai Kingdom recklessly and met me, Liu San. Otherwise, you would have been deceived. Let me tell you, I have long seen something wrong with you, an old boy.

Li Xin, come here quickly and catch a foreigner. "

With an excited look on his face, Liu San and his companions caught Flan, which was a great achievement.

With a look of helplessness on his face, Fran had no choice but to follow them and was escorted into a temporary prison next to the city gate. The other people who were also taken into prison looked at Fran's strange dress and pointed.

Because Flan was a meticulous craftsman, in order to prevent him from escaping, Liu San also found him a set of prison tools and put iron shackles on Flan's hands and feet.

"Liu San, what's going on with this bald foreigner?" A jailer looked at Fran in the cell and asked curiously.

Liu San said with a proud look on his face: "This old boy wants to fool around with me, but it's a pity that I found him out. First, he has no identity, second, he has no credentials, and third, he has no order. It's not a job done carefully, or something like that."

The jailer said with some envy: "You are so lucky."

Liu San laughed loudly: "Let's go, I have to continue on duty! By the way, help me check it out. It depends on him whether he can marry a wife."

After saying that, he ignored the jailer's envy and returned to work.

As soon as Fran entered the prison, he looked around and saw that the surrounding walls were made of bricks and stones, and the ground was covered with thick withered grass, which was quite clean. Then I randomly found a place to sit cross-legged and started chanting.

"I heard this: At one time, the Buddha was in the Vayali Temple Garden, together with eight thousand great bhikkhus and thirty-two thousand bodhisattvas, all of whom were aware of it.

Great wisdom and good deeds, all accomplished. Built by the mighty gods of the Buddhas, it is a Dharma-protecting city that accepts and upholds the righteous Dharma. The roar of a capable teacher is known to all directions. No one invites anyone, but he is at peace with his friends. The Three Jewels of Shaolong are capable of inexhaustible use. He subdues the resentment of demons and controls all outsiders. , all have been purified, forever free from the entanglements.

The mind is always peaceful, free from obstacles; mindfulness, concentration, persistence, and continuous eloquence; giving, observing precepts, patience, diligence, meditation, wisdom and expedient power are all sufficient; if you catch nothing, you can't endure the Dharma;

Already able to follow the obedience and never turn back the wheel; be good at understanding the Dharma and understand the roots of sentient beings; be able to support the masses and gain fearlessness; cultivate virtues and wisdom to cultivate one's mind; have a good appearance and a strict body, put the appearance first, give up all things in the world and decorate them well; The name is lofty and far-reaching, surpassing Sumeru; the deep faith is as solid as a diamond.

···
"

The surrounding people and the jailers sitting outside were all attracted by the sound of Fran's chanting. There was a kind of silence in Fran's chanting. Unknowingly, everyone else stopped talking and focused their attention on Fran. , and listened quietly to his chanting.

Because what he was chanting was the Chinese translation of "The Sutra Said by Vimalakīrti", which was his latest translation of the Buddhist scriptures, so everything he said was in Chinese, and the people could understand it to some extent. However, due to the speed and intonation of Frank's speech, Some of them are unclear.

Fran read it many times, finally stopped, then smiled and looked at everyone through the prison bars.

After waiting for a long time, one person woke up from it and suddenly said in horror: "This is a demon! You are a demon!"

Everyone else hurried away from Flan's prison. For a moment, everyone who was originally surrounding Flan's prison crawled far away.

The jailer also pulled out his sword with a solemn expression, and looked warily at Frank, who was sitting cross-legged inside, with one hand in front of his abdomen, and the other holding a salute upright, smiling: "Who are you? What kind of evil spell did you cast on us?" What did you do?" Fran shook his head slightly and said: "The poor monk is a Buddhist monk from Tianzhu. He was invited to explain the scriptures to the Han Emperor. Now he comes to the court to ask for an audience with the White King.

As for what is being performed, the sutra is called "The Sutra Spoken by Vimalakirti". Vimalakīrti is a Bodhisattva in Buddhism, which is what you Confucians call the Lesser Sage.

Vimalakīrti was originally a wealthy man in India. His family had thousands of dollars and many slaves. However, he diligently studied Buddhist scriptures and practiced devoutly. He was able to live in the world without living in it, face the environment without being in the environment, and finally achieved enlightenment and transcendence, achieved the holy fruit, and was called a Bodhisattva.

As for its function, it can help all living beings break away from their attachments and seek liberation, and avoid the suffering of the world. "

The jailer was a little confused and said, "Really? Why haven't I heard of the Buddha you mentioned? What is a Buddha?"

Frank said softly: "Buddha is the origin and destruction of all things. He is the Buddha Sakyamuni of Buddhism. He is the wisdom gained through introspection and awakening. He is the one who is fully enlightened and the ultimate enlightenment." Liberation is the path to liberation.”

The jailer was a little confused, but he subconsciously put down the sword in his hand. This was too difficult to understand: "What's the use of your Buddha?"

Fran smiled and said: "Buddha can understand all dharma and all the suffering and difficulties in the world!"

People from a nearby prison suddenly rushed out, but were blocked by the prison bars. They had to grab the bars and said, "Can Buddha make me rich? Can he make me an official?"

Fran still spoke at the same speed: "Then, what is wealth and what is an official?"

"You are so strange. Being rich naturally means having money, which means you can buy anything in the world with copper coins. An official means power. As long as you become an official, no one will dare to look down on you. Whatever you want, others will Brought to you."

Fran stared at the people who were talking: "How can you be considered rich? How can you be considered without money?"

The common man didn't say anything, or didn't know how to answer. Anyway, in his impression, Li San on the street was the richest. He had everything at home, popular food, spicy food, and could wear gold and silver. No need to work hard for life.

I have no money, and I worry about making a living every day. I have to carefully calculate everything I buy at home, for fear of using too much.

Fran didn't press any more, but looked around at the crowd and said, "Although he has a lot of wealth, eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, wears gold and silver, and was surrounded by people when he was alive, he always bows his head and makes gestures every time he sees an official. Is it considered rich?”

"Forget it, of course forget it!" "I should forget it!"

"Although he has a poor family, he has enough food to eat, but he has to worry about the next one. He is dressed in rags. When he was alive, he lived with his wife. He was a kind father and a filial son. He was enthusiastic about helping others. When people in the neighborhood saw him, they would all brag about him. This counts. Doesn’t it count as rich?”

"It doesn't count!" "It doesn't count. I can't even afford food. How can I be considered rich?"

Fran still smiled and said: "After death, they were all buried on a mountain. The rich man used golden nanmu as a coffin. His tomb was tall and built with bricks and stones, but in front of the tomb there were dead trees and leaves and weeds. It grows from the cracks in the bricks and only a few people visit it every year.

The poor man used a straw mat as a coffin, and his grave was low and made of dirt. However, the grave was clean, with neat vegetation and well-maintained, and people continued to come to pay homage every year.

Taking this as an example, who wants to be richer? "

"Rich people should be rich! After all, this tomb is so tall. Even the coffin is made of golden nanmu?"

"Fart, the golden nanmu has a use. Even the dead are dead. The poor are better off. There is so much incense, they must live a good life underground."

"wrong···"

Fran just listened to the people in the prison arguing quietly. After half an hour, everyone had no energy to argue anymore. Their mouths were dry and their tongues were dry. They looked at Fran, who had his eyes closed and said nothing, and asked for explanation. : "Master, who is richer?"

Fran opened his eyes and said slowly: "So what are you arguing about? Over a non-existent rich and poor? They are all dead and have become a handful of loess. Who is the rich? , who is poor, and what impact does it have on them? What impact does it have on you?

Everything will eventually become empty, and Buddha is empty. "

Everyone looked at a loss, and someone asked dreamily: "Then what's the point of this world? It will eventually turn into a handful of loess, that's it. What's the point of living in this world? All these sufferings." What’s the point?”

Fran suddenly said sternly: "Chier, wake up!"

This sound wakes people up: "The Buddha said that people have an afterlife, and the sufferings in this life are all preparations for the happiness and joy in the next life. The Buddha has a Buddha country called the Pure Land. It is a pure Buddha country, and there is no disaster in it. There is no suffering or difficulty in illness, no birth, old age, sickness or death, no sorrow or resentment, and rebirth in a pure Buddha land, this is transcendence.”

Someone asked: "Then how can I be reborn in the Pure Land of Buddha?"

(End of this chapter)