Wen Fang frowned, and said something half-literal and half-vulgar, like the kind of Buddhist scriptures used by great monks to fool people, and suddenly stopped.
I held up my ears and waited patiently. Seeing that she had no more text, I didn't even mention how depressed she was!
What's the matter with these three people? God babbled my appetite for a long time, and finally came such a nonsense sentence, what is it!
I was itchy, scratching my head and asking: "Is it all done?"
Wen Fang shook his head heavily: "Not yet! It's just that the Sanskrit on the ground began with this sentence and then changed into another style. Miss Chai thinks it should be the oldest Sanskrit style-Vedic Sanskrit. This kind of style. The Sanskrit script is very different from the classical Sanskrit that we have mastered. It is necessary to find a writing expert who specializes in this area, and perhaps it is hoped that it can be deciphered!"
When I waited for her to finish speaking, the monk of Zhang Er was at a loss: "Hey, I said Wenfang, don't you say this for a long time?"
"Could it be that based on this sentence, you have judged that Monk Peanut is a Zerg? This is unfair, right?"
Wen Fang glared at me and said, "Do you want to hear it? Let me conclude that this master Padmasambhava is the text of the Zerg, after that paragraph of Vedic Sanskrit..."
As soon as Wen Fang explained, I suddenly realized.
It turned out that the Vedic Sanskrit that she mentioned was very short, and it only occupies less than a tenth of the Sanskrit on the ground. From then on, it became the classical Sanskrit that they could recognize.
But the Sanskrit texts that followed mentioned a very strange thing about the Guru Padmasambhava.
The rough meaning is: In his later years, the Padmasambhava master probably had a foreboding that the end of the year had come, so he called all the disciples received during the mission to the front of the Buddhist hall, and passed on the Buddhist treasures he used in his daily life to the disciples one by one.
Later, he deported most of these people to various places in Tibet and ordered them to carry out missionary work. Leaving a strict testimony, these people are not allowed to return to Samye Monastery before he is dead.
The disciples bid farewell to him one by one, but three of them were always left by him. He neither handed out Buddhist treasures that symbolized his own mantle, nor did he explain to them that they would go abroad to preach, as if they were deliberately neglecting them.
The three people felt very wronged. After everyone left the temple, a disciple named Zhuo Yang gave a big gift and knelt in front of Master Padmasambhava, with his head against the toe of his shoe, and said sadly, "Zhu Gu Allah (the incarnation of the Living Buddha), why do you prejudice us and don't give us the treasure to spread the Dharma outside? Is it because we did not serve you well, or because our Dharma cultivation is insufficient?"
The other two apprentices also knelt in front of Master Padmasambhava, crying in sorrow.
Master Padmasambhava sighed and touched the top of their heads, and said to them: "Zhuo Yang, Yixi, Dunzhu, I have no intention of discriminating against you. The three of you are my most loyal disciples. I won't give it to you. Chuanbao, because I have more important things for you to do!"
The three of them turned from sadness to joy in an instant.
That Zhuo Yang asked respectfully: "Zhu Gu Allah, you are our mentor. I wonder if you have anything to leave to us? We will do our best to do it!"
Master Padmasambhava seemed very sad when he heard this. He said, "Zhuo Yang, the three of you are all my good disciples! Now that I am close, I will not hide it from you..."
(When Wen Fang said this, I don't know if it was time for us to digest or other reasons. In short, there was a pause. Then, he took a deep breath and continued talking.)
After sending out other disciples, Master Padmasambhava told Zhuo Yang and the others that he had visited the Holy Spirit Mountain to worship on the way to Tibet to promote the Dharma...
This Holy Spirit Mountain is today's Gang Rinpoche on the border of southern Tibet. It has always been the sacred mountain of Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism and Bon worship.
The highest peak, Mount Kailash, is covered by snow all the year round, and its four walls are obviously symmetrical. The mountain is like a mirror erected on all sides among thousands of mountains and valleys, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the golden light is shimmering in the sun and cannot be seen.
In addition, Mount Kailash is completely different from the surrounding peaks. The mountain is high and steep, and it is almost perpendicular to the ground, making it extremely difficult to climb.
It is said that no one has been to this legendary sacred mountain until today.
Therefore, this mysterious mountain has always been the dwelling place of the gods in the hearts of the believers of the three religions. There has always been a rumour among the three religions that if anyone can climb up, they can see the true god.
When the master Padmasambhava passed by here, he happened to see the auspicious light on the top of the mountain. The neat white mountain was full of sacredness under the scorching sun.
Guru Padmasambhava is exquisite in Dharma and has long admired this sacred mountain. Seeing such a miraculous sacred scene now, how can you restrain the impulse in your heart? Almost no second thought, Dang Even began to climb the mountain.
The book said it was short, probably in response to Huangtian's saying that he would not bear the painstaking people.
According to Sanskrit, Master Padmasambhava after several days of arduous trekking, he ate the weeds and ferns on the cliff when he was hungry, and drank his blood and sweat when he was thirsty, and finally set foot on the top of the Holy Spirit Mountain.
However, waiting for him to work hard, dying to climb to the top of this snow-capped mountain. With a heart full of pilgrimage, when I looked up, I found out what kind of god's abode is here
There was a lot of snow on the top of the mountain, the cold wind was like a knife, and there was nothing left!
Seeing this, Master Padmasambhava sighed sadly.
Fortunately, he also had a deep Buddha nature, and he wandered around the mountain to death. Immediately, he used the snow to build a shelter for himself, planning to spend the night, and when he was refreshed the next day, he figured out a way to go down the mountain to propagate the Dharma in Tibet.
But that night, when he was lying in the snow fort with a cold and trembling sleep, amidst the roaring and thunderous wind outside, there seemed to be many people's voices faintly.
In the beginning, the sound was far and near, erratic.
Master Padmasambhava walked out of the snow fort and looked around. The moon outside was big and scary, and the white snow was like a mirror, making the neighborhood look delicate, but where could there be any figures
He listened for a long time outside with his ears pricked up, but he couldn't hear exactly what the voices in the wind were saying. Even under the roar of the mountain wind, I didn't know which direction the sound came from.
Therefore, the old monk thought sadly, could it be that my stinky skin can't bear the pain of wading through the mountains and rivers. Under the attack of wind and snow, auditory hallucinations appeared. Old monk, I am about to get out of this skin
However, this thought just flashed through his mind, and the sound circling in his ears suddenly became much louder.
The old monk heard it really this time, and the voice came from behind. Immediately turning around and looking back, a solid Buddha heart jumped fiercely in his chest unconvinced.
I saw that behind him was probably the place where he went up the mountain during the day. At this time, there was a "strange tree" emitting a faint and soft light, with a large crown, densely scattered with countless antlers. The branches, but no leaf can be seen.
What is even more weird is that many invisible'people' came out from the tree body, and the strange and inexplicable voice became clearer during the actions.
Seeing this spectacle, the old monk Peanut couldn't help but feel distressed at first. What are these monsters? With black smoke all over his face and no facial features, is it a devil from hell
What is that tree? How can these demons come out of a tree? Could it be that this tree is the legendary gate leading to the devil's lair
Broken, if so! My cultivation is not enough, is there any reason to see the sun again when I fall into the devil's cave
The old monk was whispering in secret, the'devil' that came out of the tree has been divided into two rows, ghostly floating towards him.
The old monk's Buddha heart must be certain that these things must be the devil in the legend.
So, he racked his brains to recall the magic spells handed down in Hinduism, pinched out the magic tricks, and opened his mouth to read the scriptures to suppress these demons.
But at this moment, the tree on the opposite side suddenly clashed and attracted his attention.
When he looked up, the old monk was surprised to find that the strange tree that released the devil had transformed into a faint vortex with a diameter of more than five meters, like an unbelievable eye.
In this scene, the spell that immediately made him reach his mouth could no longer be recited. The whole person seemed to be possessed by a demon, and two indistinguishable voices of men and women were heard in his head, urging him to walk towards that'eye'... (End of this chapter)