Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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I don’t have to go to the Fa conference, and of course I don’t have to get up so early. I always sleep until I wake up naturally, and I go to the street after I have refreshed my breakfast. Don't think I'm going shopping, but I'm on a field trip. The ancient city two thousand years ago, although the scale was not large enough, the population was not dense enough, the people were not rich enough, fortunately, it was the first city after I came to ancient times, and I would use it to practice first.

My bag contains sketchbooks and simple tools, soft ruler markers, spatulas and so on. I first measured the city walls, the thickness of the rammed earth layer, the location of the city gates, and made plans and elevations. Being busy, I suddenly found a group of soldiers standing behind me, holding a spear at me. I hurriedly raised my hands to make the gun not kill. The tape measure rolled down and dragged out a long line.

I was thrown into jail and charged with the Hans. I can't help crying and laughing. Have I ever seen such a blatant spy? I hurriedly mobilized all the Tharro language I learned to defend myself, saying that I was a friend of Archmage Chumoruo Jibo. I have seen your king and queen yesterday, and I have participated in the state banquet rewarded by the king. I insisted that they go to Chumoruo Jibo, but no one came to bail me for N hours. Alas, my scientific investigation can only continue in prison.

So when Chumoruojibo appeared anxiously in prison, he saw a person who was still dedicated in a difficult environment, took a soft ruler to measure within a limited range, and worked diligently to draw the plan and elevation of the prison.

It was dark when I followed Chumo Ruojibo out of the prison. This is the time for him to do the evening class, but it turned out that I ran out and got out of prison. I feel a little guilty. He introduced me as his Han teacher, and all of them were extremely respectful to me at once.

In the evening, of course, he asked me why I acted carefully. I have already prepared a statement: Do you still remember my ideal? In order to leave a history book that can be passed down for future generations, and for our descendants to understand the glory of the Western Regions, I have to collect all relevant information. In my chatter, he said helplessly that he would explain to the king, and told me to pay attention.

In the next few days I was at home, revising the drawings and strengthening the spitting Luo Wen. After five days, I finally couldn't hold it anymore. I took to the street carefully, paying attention to my words and deeds, and drawing after the observation. There is no way to be precise enough. Who made me really do not want to do prison surveying anymore.

After just ten more days, I also drew a lot of pictures. Lecture one evening, he found that he was not as serious as he used to be. He seemed to have some thoughts and would always be distracted. Ask him, he told me to meet with people the next day, so he was a little uneasy. I asked him what he was talking about, and he said that the topic would not be known until tomorrow. I asked him who he was again. He said that he was a very famous theorist, who talked about the invincible opponents and famous nations in the Western Regions. This person thinks that no one in the world can beat him by debating, knocking on the drum, threatening to blame someone if he can defend him.

"Do you want to go?" He was a little hesitant. Maybe it was too bad for me to show the time on the first day of his sermon.

I nodded hurriedly: "I'm going, I'm going to die too!"

Such a lively game, such a costly punishment, such an arrogant and arrogant teacher, is it a pity to miss it? "Hey, do you know where there are open markets? What are the odds? Opposite or four or six?"

His face turned black, and I quickly stopped.

In order to give him more energy to cope with tomorrow's controversy, I left class early. Seeing that he was still worried about when he left, I called him and raised my right hand to be the most classic encouragement in Korean movies: "AZA, AZA, FIGHTING!"

He looked at me inexplicably. I smirked and shouted happily: "This is a dialect on a peninsula in the extreme northeast, meaning: our little mage will win!"

He smiled heartily, and his sorrow clouded away. Nodded to me for sure, and raised his right hand as I did. Although the movement was awkward, he was confident and restored his usual calmness. This is his first laugh tonight. This confident smile shines brightly in the room.

I didn't sleep late the next morning, so I waited at the door early.

This debate will be held in the palace hall. This is the third time I have come in. Of course, the first two were of course accompanied by the noble and mysterious mother and son at the banquet. So this time I have passed the freshness, anyway, the picture is drawn, and the names are all finished. This is how the palace is, with a small scale, average architecture and simple decoration.

However, this time the scene is really big. In addition to the two sides of the debate, only the king and queen can sit down. The rest had to stand, squeezing the hall out of sight.

I know that debate is the main way for early denominations to win popular support. In India, the Bible is very tragic, and the losers often disappear. Some people will cut off their tongues, and some will even commit suicide. On the lighter side, the gate must be changed and the victor is the teacher. The winners will become famous in the first battle, and will attract much attention. The result is, of course, a gathering of believers, with the respect of the king and a lot of donations, and become a generation of guru. Xuanzang has won several debates in the Western Regions and India, and has gained a great reputation. So this debate is very important for the young Chumorojibo. No wonder he is always nervous last night.

The protagonist appeared. The red side is our little mage Chumo Ruojibo, who is dressed in a maroon monk's clothes and the jade tree, and the young man is very talented. The blue side is a middle-aged uncle dressed in a light blue velvet monk who is not like a monk. This, this age gap is not so big. It is estimated that Lan Fang thinks so too, because the uncle is looking at his nostril with a nostril, although he is tall and thin.

The two received a small piece of wood at the same time, looked at it, and entered a state of contemplation. After a column of incense, the drum struck. I saw the two quickly started to ask each other questions, but it seems that Chumoruo Jibo took the lead. Young is good and responsive. Both of them speak very quickly, and you speak to each other immediately after you speak. The people below held their ears in silence, and from time to time they showed expressions of "Oh!" suddenly realized and "Well?"

I will notice that the off-site audience is completely because I don’t understand again. As soon as they spoke, I knew I couldn't understand it, and it was in Sanskrit. So I can only observe the expression of everyone, so I have to search the historical background of the debates in my mind.

In the modern Central Plains region, Buddhist temples in Japan, South Korea, and other Southeast Asian regions have been completely unavailable, while Indian Buddhism has long since decayed. Only Tibetan Buddhism still retains the tradition of Buddhist debate. Beng Temple has seen it. Every day from 3 to 4 in the afternoon, there is a special open-air debate ground. Lamas in other temples are organized, and they have to record the results of the debate after the debate.

Unlike the debate game we usually know, debate is a group activity. Hundreds of lamas rushed into the open-air debate together, in groups of two to four, with one focusing on the others. Every time the attacker asked questions, he clapped and exaggerated Bruce Lee's starting hand with exaggerated movements, accompanied by pulling a monk's robe, throwing beads, stomping his feet, and his expression was grim. The defender generally sits on the ground and raises his hands fiercely in response. The entire debate was filled with claps of claps, red lama shirts flying and noisy human voices. Experts look at the doorways and laymen watch the excitement. Of course I don't understand Tibetan, but just turn around to see their rich body language and expressions.

Although there are only two people at the moment, they are not clapping hands, but the facial expressions are still very rich. I saw that the red side was fighting harder, the body leaned forward and louder, and the voice became louder, and the blue side became more and more limp, the body became weaker and weaker, the voice became lighter and weaker, and finally his face turned blue and his eyes blurred A sweat bead oozed out of his forehead, and he fell to the ground to surrender to Chumoruojibo.

The crowd cheered, and the king and queen stood up excitedly to salute Chumoruojibo. The king clapped his hands again and came in dozens of palace people, carrying large boxes and small boxes of things, without a doubt, a prize for the winner. Wow, my admiration for this little guy is just like a raging river. When I was 13 years old, I beat people who are more than 30 years older than myself. If I grow up, I still have it?

After the end of the debate that day, he did not continue to preach, but walked outside the palace surrounded by crowds. An elephant decorated with a magnificent throne is already waiting outside. He sits on the elephant, and the king walks in the front to lead the way, cruising around the city. The king himself declared loudly the victory of Master Chumorojibo, wherever he went, cheering crowds threw flowers at him. After an afternoon of cruising like this, I walked the streets and alleys of the city. That day, he on the back of the elephant was really beautiful, young and proud, more popular than the idol star of the 21st century. And on his quiet and indifferent face, on that day, a contented smile always hung and hung around the corner of his mouth until he walked into my room at night.

When he sat down in front of me, he could not wait to ask: "What are you arguing with him?"

"'Yes' and'No'."

Oh, it is materialism and idealism. "He talks about'yes', do you talk about'no'?"

Seeing him nodding, I asked again: "How did you win?"

He thought about it and said, "It's hard to say a word." Scratch the brain, "I don't say yes or no, but first set "false existence". If it is "false existence", then it is no longer nothing. There is no double way, not on both sides."

I am dizzy, there is no one, ridden me. "So he agreed with your hypothesis?"

"Exactly. I will ask again whether there is a moon in the water. He can't say anything. He naturally says no. Since what he sees is nothing, everything in the world is just a phantom like the moon in the water. "False" is right and wrong. Isn't it all the dead and still?"

"Is there any "thing" there?" The dead child just turned the uncle around. Putting his theory into modern times can be called "the hypothesis of human subjective world".

"Everything in the world is empty, only Nirvana is eternal."

"What is Nirvana?" Sanskrit was dropped again, and I moved out the modern words in a hurry.

"Well, after the monk's cultivation, he can completely eliminate his troubles, have all merits, transcend the cycle of life and death, and enter into life and death."

His eyes started to shine on me again: "Ai Qing, you will know how to interpret in Chinese, right?"

I rolled my eyes: "Buddha's words can be called extinction, extinction, liberation, silence, nirvana. In short, it is death."

He clapped his hands and said: "The solution is good. Extermination, that is, "extinction" to remove troubles, "degree" to escape life and death. Silence, that is, rational "quiet" quiet, troubles "extinction"."

I sighed. I have already apologized to the master translator for my plagiarism. I thought in my heart that the kid's Chinese level was getting higher and higher. I was a little negative because of the idealism.

"The theorist once said that if there is someone who surpasses him, he will behead and thank him." He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking unintentional. "You said I want him to use his head."

"Yeah, so you let him worship you as a teacher and learn the Dharma." I remembered the scene of accepting the disciples in the hall. Alas, in the end, it was a young mind, and even if he entered the empty gate, he still couldn't get rid of the competition.

Sigh: "Do you think he really surrenders to you?"

Suddenly I thought of it a little. Before he answered, he said to him with a smile: "Come on, we will argue. If I lose, I will worship you as a teacher." Ha ha, anyway, he taught me to spit fire. Master Wen, I lost without losing.

"Ah, then, what to argue?" He was a little caught off guard.

"On what to lose and what to win."

Without waiting for his reaction, I immediately said: "If I debate with you, you win me, is it really you right, am I wrong? I won you, is it really me right, are you wrong? Yes Is one person right, the other person wrong? Or are two people all right or all wrong? The two of us can’t decide who is right and who is wrong, so who can decide? If we ask a third person to decide, we can’t decide either. Please decide with someone who has the same opinion as you. Since he has the same opinion as you, how can you tell? If you ask someone who has the same opinion as me, how can you tell if he has the same opinion as me? People with the same or different opinions will determine, how can you determine? Therefore, neither you nor I and the third party can also determine who is right and wrong. As long as I insist on not admitting defeat, the question of right and wrong is never clear. of."

I finished speaking at the speed of Tang Seng and looked at him with a smile.

He stared at me, opened his mouth, froze for half a minute. Shaking his head did not say anything. Then salute me with folded hands: "I lost."

I looked at him with a happy face, and laughed. "Remember I told you the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?"

Seeing him nodding, I continued to say: "Whether it is a dream or awake, whether it is Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly, there is no need to pursue it. Because the standard of human cognition is relative, only part of it can be recognized for a period of time, who dares to say that he masters it What is the absolute truth? Therefore, the debates between the various schools and factions are based on what they do and not what the other party is doing. It is impossible to understand the true right and wrong."

He looked at me with a happy and convincing expression again, and I finally got a feeling of being a teacher in this super-high IQ teenager.

The next day he said a few words to the uncle who was terribly afraid when he saw him in despair. The uncle looked at him in disbelief, and after being affirmed again, the uncle thanked again and again with excitement and rushed to the room where he stayed last night. I know that Uncle is going to pack up and run.

I looked at Chumo Ruojibo, and he was also turning his head to look at me, his eyes full of clear lake water. I look at the sky again. Today's sun is too strong. Why did people get dizzy early in the morning?

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Regarding "yes" and "no" is a philosophical issue that can't stand still between the main schools of thought during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. His thinking is Mahayana "Middle View", summed up as "one impermanence, two sufferings, three empty, four no self." Of course, what he really talked about was no longer clear. I borrowed his famous debate to explain his thoughts. The "false existence", "there is no double path, not falling on both sides", "non-existence and non-existence", etc., are his original words and his thinking about "nothing". Xiaochun used more popular sayings to turn his ideas into novelists' words. Of course, he is only 13 years old in the article, and he is not so systematic yet. Ai Qing's exposition on winning and losing draws on the Taoist philosophy of Lao Zhuang.

Tibetan Buddhism Debate: According to the logical reasoning system of the Ming Dynasty system, it is a course for debating Buddhist teachings. The Tibetan language is called "Cunni Zuoba", which means "Dharma", and it is a necessary way for Tibetan Buddhist lamas to study Xianzong classics. It is mostly carried out in the open land of the monastery under the shade of trees. The earliest originated from the open debate of Mahayana monks and Karma Lasila during Chisong Dezan period. Confucian debate is the most important feature of Buddhism in the three major temples in Tibet. Confucian debaters are served by better monks. Their methods differ from temple to temple. ① Defense. Tibetan is called "Zuo Lang". The two defenders, one of them asked questions, the other answered, and were not allowed to ask questions; ②Li Zongbian. It is called "Dang Jiazao" in Tibetan. There is no limit to the number of defenders. Li Zongren said that he would stand alone and sit back on the ground. He could only answer irrevocable questions; the questioner said that Dasai was worthy of being, that is, "try to ask the real one", and he kept asking questions, sometimes one person asked questions. Sometimes, several people ask questions, and those who are asked have no chance to ask questions. During the debate, the questioner can scream loudly, applaud and cheer, dance the rosary, pull the robe, and walk back and forth. You can also use your hands to pat the opponent's body to make various ridicules.