Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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I just found a pomegranate tree in the courtyard according to my own habits and leaned over to brush my teeth. I brought my own toothbrush, but unfortunately I can't bring toothpaste, I can only use the coarse salt brush here. He took a shower, leaned against the door and watched. I smiled at him and slurped up in the sky.

I remember reading an essay, the boy said to the girl, marry me. The girl shook her head and disagreed. The boy was surprised: "We all have the closest relationship, why don't you want to marry?" The girl said, "Because I don't want to brush my teeth in front of you."

Yeah, women are happy for themselves. It is normal for people to want to show their most beautiful face in front of their loved ones. But to live together, like a traditional Japanese woman, she needs to put on makeup before her husband gets up, and dress up at home beautifully. In such a life, I always feel that I am not living, but taking life as one Kind of occupation. If you are unwilling to show the most sloppy and big looks that ordinary people can't see in front of each other, it means that you still don't love deeply enough, let alone live together. The deepest love is not the shortcomings of loving each other, but the ordinary soul that loves the other after unpacking everything.

What about me? I was sitting in front of the computer without washing my teeth or brushing my unkempt face when I was working on the paper; I could be lazy at home on the weekend for a whole day until I was hungry and dizzy; during the winter, I gnawed at clothes that had been in the basin for a few days. Solve it with the fastest speed; I can squat the book in the toilet until my feet are so stiff that I can't stand up. These most sloppy and unknown aspects, am I willing to show them in front of him?

And he? After walking down the altar, does he have some habits that are not known to outsiders? Is he willing to show it in front of me?

After sex, you have to face a common life. Decades of completely different lifestyles are intertwined, and it is necessary to find a balance and adapt to each other and tolerate each other. These are much more difficult than sex.

After brushing my teeth, I looked at the blue sky in the four corners of the courtyard with emotion. This house arrest also puts the issue of how to live together ahead of us. Looking at him in silence, he suddenly realized something and laughed.

"What's wrong? So happy?"

"Well, ask you a question." I reached into his arms. "Did I just not smell good?"

"What smells bad?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth..." I just kissed him without brushing my teeth. I don't know if he thought of this problem.

"I don't mind..." A trace of laughter flickered under his eyes, and he hesitated again, "That day, Roche was drunk and vomited, maybe it was even more unpleasant. Do you mind?"

"Oh, it's not very good." He tilted his head back and thought, "But I didn't think so much at that time."

I looked at him. The summer sun shone bright and clear, and his smile, which was hotter than the summer sun, gradually cleared the doubts in my heart. Should we be able to? Even if our living habits and dietary habits are far apart, even if our concepts have a gap of thousands of years, but love is an unbreakable rope that firmly binds us. It's you. I'm willing to kiss you without brushing my teeth. I'm willing to be unkempt in front of you. I'm willing to let you see my laziness gradually in the future. I'm willing to find the balance between us.

And this balance point, start with the most basic need-sleep.

After all, we just lived together and still have many psychological concerns. On the second night I tried to sleep in the luxurious bed and gave him the low bed. But the two of us tossed and turned in their respective beds for most of the night without falling asleep. In the end, I still struggled, and the ghost was lying on his couch. Since then, we no longer have to do unnecessary struggles and lie together unconsciously.

So, ROUNDONE: Love WINS!

We have all tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and we have unlimited desire for each other's bodies. However, twenty-eight years after he entered the Buddhism, the concept that the color ring was the first big ring of Buddhism was deeply ingrained. So, even if we were lying on a bed, no matter how fierce his desire was, he still felt guilty, contradictory, and struggling. However, reason finally succumbed to the body, and the time he resisted became shorter and shorter. After yielding again and again, after ten days of living together, he finally, at least in my opinion, psychologically accepted **** in his own way of understanding and began to enjoy it seriously.

So, ROUNDTWO: Love WINS!

After these days of lingering death, he did not have much tenderness. I can understand this. After all, he never thought about women, not knowing that women's favorite thing in **** is not the process, but the feeling of being connected. I can tell him slowly. It is strange that he wants to sleep with me on a blanket, which makes me a little angry. He said that he has been sleeping alone for more than thirty years, and now there is one more me, afraid that he will not sleep well and will disturb me. So I patiently explained to him that the two are in love and lying side by side is also a sense of happiness. I also slept alone for more than 20 years, and my sleeping appearance is not good, but I like the saying that life and death are the same. This makes me feel that I can really integrate into his life and depend on his lips and teeth.

So, ROUNDTHREE: Ai Qing WINS!

After the dispute that was too small, we hugged and slept every night. However, another problem appeared. His sleep is really bad. He likes to curl up to sleep, so tall, but curled up like a shrimp. And I like to stick to him the most and feel his warmth. So, not too big a couch, we only occupy a small corner, often late at night I was awakened by the cold, he turned the blankets away. I pulled the blanket, he was still holding on tightly in his sleep. After this battle for blankets happened several times, he finally solved the problem in another way. He slept on his back as much as possible, so that I could lean on his shoulders beautifully and avoid the blankets being rolled away. It's just that he's suffering. Every morning when he gets up, he rubs his shoulders and moves his neck. I couldn't bear it, but he just smiled softly and said that his habit is just fine.

So, ROUNDFOUR: Ai Qing WINS!

To change, there is sleep time.

In the 21st century, I am used to sleeping and waking up like many young people. Sometimes it is common to stay up all night to catch up with the paper. Coming to ancient times, naturally changed some work and rest, and went to bed every night from 10 to 11 o'clock, because the record of study notes can only be at night. But the problem of sleepiness has not changed at all. It's already very late in the morning at 7 or 8 in the morning, but I can still rely on it.

After staying with him, he went to bed at 7 or 8 every night and got up at 4 in the morning. In the first few nights, he slept first, and I kept a diary next to several cases until more than ten o'clock. But he found that every time I waited for bed, he was still asleep. After I tortured him, he finally said that he was very sensitive to light and sound. He must wait for me to fall asleep before he can sleep well. Alas, in order not to affect the quality of his sleep, I had to sleep with him every day after dark. Then I found sadly that I couldn't sleep. He lightly kissed my forehead when he got up at four, and I would wake up naturally, and I would have a headache when I slept again. So when he was doing morning classes in the courtyard, he would stare at me doing radio gymnastics with surprise, and run around the courtyard.

I also started like the ancients, sunrise and sunset. Tell yourself that it’s good to get used to it.

So, ROUNDFIVE: Roche WINS!

In terms of living habits, we adapt to each other's real existence a little bit, observe each other's habits with curiosity, and give up some of our own ideas and requirements for the other. This life, in me, has a happy and fulfilling life. As for him, I can also feel his joy, his surprise from time to time, he accepted the sudden change of another person as soon as possible. We are all working hard for the world of two people.

But these are not all of life. We have another problem to solve, and it is very important and urgent. That's what we do a lot of free time during house arrest in addition to our basic material life. If it is not under house arrest, my daytime time is definitely to go out to investigate. Any scene of ancient life, food, clothing and shelter can be the content of my investigation. And he also has a lot of things to do in the temple. So many disciples need him to lead, preach, and preach; to exchange controversies with other monks in the Central Plains of the Western Region of Tianzhu, and to promote Mahayana; they must also go deep into the masses, promote the Dharma, and allow more people to convert.

However, this cage disrupted our normal life. Looking at the occasional flash of loss in his eyes when he smiled at me, and being fascinated against the sky in the garden of birds and flowers, I understood that I had to let him do something.

So one morning, after having breakfast, he was pulled by me to sit down in front of several cases, and then looked at me with some surprise when I took out a pen and paper from my bag and placed it in front of him.

I patted the pen and paper: "Come, eat and drink, it's time to work."

"what to do?"

To his clear eyes, he smiled slightly: "We are now in a cage, and if we don't find a way to do something ourselves, we will soon be depressed. So, you can write down the sutra silently, and then think about how to translate Into Chinese."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Translated into Chinese?"

I nodded and said with a smile: "The origin of Buddhism is in Tianzhu. All the classics are written in Sanskrit. If you want to make Buddhism flourish in the Central Plains, you must be able to understand it in Chinese in Chinese." I explained with a smile, "Now the Central Plains, the Buddhist scriptures are basically Translated from the languages ​​of the Western Regions. These Buddhist scriptures have lost part of their meaning when they were translated from Sanskrit into local languages, and they lacked more original meaning when they were translated into Chinese. Therefore, mistakes and skepticism also affected the teachings of Dharma. Preaching."

Sitting across from him across a few cases, he propped up and continued: "The two language systems of Chinese and Sanskrit are very complex. The monks who came to the Central Plains from the Western Regions and Tianzhu had to cooperate with the Central Plains monks to translate Buddhist scriptures. Listen Words, even if it is reluctant to turn the meaning out, but can not take into account the literary talent. At least until now, no one who knows both Brahma and Han has changed this situation. Rosh, a sect must be able to spread widely, you must let your own The doctrine can be understood by most people. And this kind of literal translation from Sanskrit word by word or even unintelligible translation will be changed by you."

His eyes gleamed brilliantly, looking at me keenly, without concealing his praise. He already understood how important it is to accurately and easily translate Buddhist scriptures to spread Buddhism in the Central Plains.

"I'm afraid that Rosh's Chinese language skills are not good enough to do good writing." He took my hand and looked at me expectingly, "Ai Qing, can you help me?"

I scratched my head, a little embarrassed. I'm not a Buddhist, and those Buddhist scriptures are dizzy when I read them. However, my knowledge is not useless for his translation. Moreover, we can do one thing together, which makes me very excited. Maybe, I was also one of the translators in the first book that Roche turned. Who can really know the little things that are annihilated in the historical torrent?

"Okay, we can start with some simple Buddhist scriptures and practice first."

"Simple Buddhist scriptures?" he thought to himself, "what should I translate first?"

"Well, Roche, there is a "Vajra Sutra", do you know what the corresponding Sanskrit is?" I asked tentatively because I didn't know the Sanskrit name. But "Vimozhan" is a transliteration, and he translated the name, so he should be able to infer from my pronunciation. "The Vimalakirta is a wealthy layman, and his Buddhist cultivation is very high. Even a lot of bodhisattvas come to him for advice."

This scripture is one of Roche’s important translations, and it is the most important classic in Mahayana Buddhism except for "Da Prajna Sutra". This scripture has a great influence on the Central Plains Han people, because the Buddhist ancestors in the Central Plains are particularly prosperous. The Central Plains culture pays attention to filial piety. “There are three ways to be filial piety, and no future is great.” The practice of monks in Central Plains conflicts with traditional ethics and ethics. At the same time, monks have to give up a lot of worldly pleasures, which is also a difficult choice for a Han nationality. Therefore, it is a good example for Han Buddhists to be able to enjoy the glory and wealth of the world and achieve such high achievements in Buddhism.

"Ah, this is it!" He pronounced a few Sanskrit words, indeed the pronunciation is similar. "However, the essence of this book is not simple."

I smiled and did not answer. He gently took my hand and said sincerely: "Ai Qing, Rosh understands your intentions, you are comforting me with the wisdom of Vimos."

He stood up and paced the room indoors. After a moment of contemplation, I looked up at me, and my eyes were full of wisdom. "The Bodhisattva once asked Vilamaki: "You are a big Bodhisattva, but you are at home, how can you be at ease?" Vimosaki replied: "My mother is wisdom, my father spends all sentient beings, and my wife is practicing Dharma hi in the midst of it. The daughter represents compassion and the son represents kindness. I have a family, but the house of Buddha is my house. My disciples are all sentient beings, and my friends are all different ways of practicing, even around me. The beauties who perform are also the convenience of the four types of beings.'"

I smiled and nodded. If he really mentioned this book, he would understand what I meant. "Rosh, even if his wife and son lived a secular life, Vimalakir was able to match himself and be relieved."

His eyes were gleaming, and there was playfulness in his eyes: "Ai Qing, when did you know that ‘Vemoque’ means ‘unnamed’?”

what? Alas, why am I guilty of this unknown prophet again. Xuan Zang also translated this scripture, but Xuan Zang's book title is "Said Wuhu Said Jing Jing." And I can remember that the Sanskrit meaning of "Vimozhan" depends entirely on Wang Wei. Because Wang Wei liked the character of Vimalakir very much, his name was "Vilma", and he gave himself a name called "Mobala" according to "Virmael". His poetry collection is called "Wang Mojie Collection". However, Wang Wei does not understand Sanskrit. He does not know that “dimension” in Sanskrit means “no”, “mo” is “dirty”, and “he” is “proportionate”. That is to say, Wang Wei, that is, Wang did not, the word Moji is dirty and well-proportioned, very well-proportioned dirty, all dirty. When I saw this sentence in Qian Xuanzhong's "Xuan Zang's Journey to the West", my stomach hurt when I laughed. And this ‘wuteless name’ is how I remember it.

However, Wang Wei is not yet born, how can I tell Rosh this joke?

"Ai Qing, you clearly don't understand Sanskrit, but you can know the meaning of a small part of Sanskrit in Buddhism. You haven't been to Leibin and Khotan, but you know what Buddhist traces are there. You seem to know some future, but you can't tell the details. Your appearance has not changed for more than 20 years, and Roche naturally believes that you are a fairy. But why are the fairies only half-understood? Shouldn’t the fairies know everything about the prophet? Or..." He supported my shoulders and smiled meaningfully, "Because Lazy, you practice too little, the way is too shallow?"

what? This... I didn't expect him to be so rich in imagination. According to my personality, I thought of me as a lazy fairy who was not qualified.

"Rosh, I am not a fairy..."

He shook his head and interrupted me: "Ai Qing, this question has been entangled in my heart for more than 20 years. But leaking the heavenly machine is a felony of the fairy world, so Rosh will never force you to say it."

"Rosh, you are my closest person. I won't hide your origins. But just give me some time?" I looked into his deep eyes and said sincerely, "I need to think about it How to tell you."

"No, you don't need to say..." A long arm stretched out, stirring me into my arms, "Rosh knows. It is the mercy of the Buddha that will let you rescue Rosh from this disaster."

Feel the sound of his powerful heartbeat in his warm arms, so real and alive. There is no doubt that he has doubted my special identity since he was 13 years old. But no matter how high his IQ is, he cannot escape the limitations of history. He interpreted my existence in his own way of understanding. The fairy's explanation is the most natural. However, he is my lover and I want to spend a lifetime with it. I shouldn't hide anything from him, so I really should tell him my origin. But, what should I say? Will he accept such a bizarre identity?

"Rosh..." Rubbing the bead on his arm, the broken and polished beads still exude a strong sandalwood fragrance, "Let's start working."