Although Kumarajiva is nominally a native of Tianzhu, he was born in Kucha and grew up in Kucha. After becoming a monk since childhood, he studied Buddhism diligently, first learned Hinayana, and then Mahayana. He was especially good at Prajna and Prajna.
Proficient in Chinese language, he traveled to various countries in India, visited famous teachers and masters, and studied the wonderful meanings. When he was young, he became famous in the Western Regions. He became a guest of kings of various countries and had a great influence in the Western Regions. Later, he had a chance encounter with Congling, and the Buddhist teachings were even more profound.
It was so profound that after completing his studies, he stayed in Qiuci, opened a forum to lecture on the scriptures, and became famous all over the world.
An important task of Lu Guang's western expedition was to invite Kumarajiva to Chang'an. Because before, after Wang Meng's death, someone had divination and said: "When the holy monk comes out, the world will be settled." At that time, there were many holy monks in the Western Regions.
Kumarajiva, there is Master Huiyuan in China. However, Master Huiyuan was bent on going to Jin. When the Qin army besieged Xiangyang, they had the intention of inviting Master Huiyuan to go north. However, Master Huiyuan resolutely led all his followers to go south to Jingzhou, vowing not to
Things went wrong, so Fu Jian had no choice but to turn his mind to Kumarajiva.
The Roshi Pagoda in Qiuci City is where all the heroes from the world go. Duan Ye came today to this Roshi Pagoda. Everyone knew they were going to see the famous Kumarajiva, but they all dressed up. Duan Ye
Wearing a long robe with lapels, a Confucian crown and a jade certificate, he looked elegant, held up a fan, and walked out of Guanyi with a swaying head, hoping that there would be a good woman to flirt with.
The pagoda is not high, not extravagant, not gold, and not majestic; there are not many monks, it is not flashy, it is not angry, and it does not rank; there are not many guests, it is not noisy, it is not vulgar, and it is not expensive. The ordinary monk pagoda makes everyone feel real.
I feel at ease.
There must be many demonic monks in the splendid temples, no matter in ancient or modern times, at home and abroad.
The monk who knew the guest was a young monk in his early ten years. Seeing that Duan Ye and others were not dressed in Western costumes, he smiled and asked, "Where are the guests coming from?"
Duan Ye suppressed the desire to talk about the Eastern Land and the Tang Dynasty, saluted with eleven, and said: "Come from where you came."
"Where to go."
"Go where you want to go."
"Who do you want to see?"
"Meet the destined person."
"But why are you here?"
"Called by the holy monk."
There was no time for questions and answers. Duan Ping and others were dumbfounded. They only thought that this gentleman had once become a monk before returning to secular life. Every word he said was full of Zen. But they didn't know that this kind of routine was Duan Ping's.
I’m really familiar with karma. It’s about emptiness versus emptiness. This is something that believers will always believe in, and non-believers will never believe in. Some people say it’s a mysterious form of Zen, while others say it’s just a trick. It all depends on how you look at it.
The monk who knew the guest refused to listen and shouted: "How can the donor lie? The master has been here for more than ten years, but he has never invited foreigners?"
Duan Ye closed his fan and said with a smile: "Is there anything I didn't know in the past that I don't know today? But have you ever asked, little master?"
"I haven't asked about this, but..." The young monk is young after all. Although it has been a long time since he was welcomed and sent off, the other pilgrims are almost all respectful regardless of their superiority. How can there be a person like Duan Ye who can't think of a way to deal with it for a while?
Words.
"Derived." A long and soft call appeared almost at the same time as the figure floating over. It was a monk, a monk in ordinary clothes. The monk's face was very ordinary, and his facial features were featureless. He would not be able to recognize him when he was in a crowd.
When he came out, he was a soldier when he put on the military uniform, and he was a farmer when he picked up the hoe. How could he look like a holy monk? But when Duan Ye looked back, he thought that those in later generations would look at the majesty of the treasure, wearing a shining golden cassock, and all kinds of magical weapons.
Everything is complete, ten out of ten are liars. In this way, Duan Ye actually has some respect for the person in front of him.
Obviously, he is Kumarajiva.
"Now that the donor is here, he only has a cup of water left. Please come in, please." Kumarajiva announced a Buddha's name and invited everyone in as if he were inviting old friends.
After a simple introduction, the host and guest sat down. Duan Ye took a sip from the ancient wooden cup. He felt that the water in the cup was very sweet. He couldn't help but raise his head. Kumarajiva smiled and said, "This is rainwater."
"How can rainwater be so delicious?" Duan Ye was a little surprised. It would be fine if rainwater could not be drunk in later generations. Even now, how can rainwater be sweeter than spring water?
Kumarajiva smiled and said nothing, and Duan Ye stopped asking. The two sat and discussed Taoism, talking about various things between Confucianism, Legalism, and Taoism, just like an academic discussion. Although Duan Ye had no foundation,
I have read a lot of posts, and Kumarajiva, needless to say, the number one holy monk in the Western Region, is naturally very knowledgeable. Duan Ping and others can't even say a word.
When the glass of water was finished and the discussion was almost done, Duan Ye finally got to the point and said: "Holy Monk, although Duan Ye is here as an envoy, he is actually in danger at every step. There is only one thing that can support us during this trip.
The monks did not hesitate to join hands."
"Donor Duan has Jiexia taking care of him outside and Qiuci protecting him inside. All the warriors possess special skills. If we can't save him, how can I help him even if he has a bad reputation?" Kumarajiva did not.
Yes.
"Holy Monk Mingjian. Duan Ye is here for peace talks. Although the master is not involved in the world, he must have heard about it in secular affairs. Such peace talks will benefit Qiuci without any harm. Why should the lives of people be ruined and the blood shed?
"
Kumarajiva just smiled but did not speak. A monk is just an identity. There are very few monks who are complete monks.
It seems that he needs to add more. Duan Ye gritted his teeth and said: "The master came from Tianzhu and translated hundreds of volumes of Buddhist scriptures. However, there are few literate people in the world. The first reason is that printing is difficult. The second reason is that there is no one in the world. The third reason is that there is no one in the world."
Also, the Western Regions are weak. This is the fourth reason. Master, you can imagine that the people of the Central Plains are dozens of times that of the Western Regions, and the savings of the people are hundreds of times that of the Western Regions. If one day, the officials are not allowed to ban Dharma temples, and the people decide on their own, Buddhist scriptures can be published.
In the world, like Confucius and Mencius, with such a master’s name, in the annals of history, who else can he compare to Buddha?”
Kumarajiva was an expert after all. He had no other reaction except opening his eyes and looking at Duan Ye, but that derivative grabbed Kumarajiva's sleeve with a look of enthusiasm.
"Shen Sheng, you are still obsessed with the phase after all." Kumarajiva lovingly touched the head of Sheng Sheng, who has been with him for ten years, "It's God's will."
"Master, Sheng Sheng doesn't understand." Shen Sheng was a little confused.
"When you understand, you will naturally understand." Kumarajiva did not explain any more, and the derivation was even more confusing.
Kumarajiva certainly knows that no matter how wealthy Kucha is, it is still a small place. If you want to make the Buddha's decrees promulgated to the world and to bathe the world with the blessings of holy light, you can't rely on pure silk. Nor can you rely on Lu Guang.
.Rely on Fu Jian? Even if Kumarajiva knows it, he can’t do it!
But, is it enough to join the army? Most monks know the art of physiognomy, and Kumarajiva is an expert in this art. However, Kumarajiva cannot calculate the face of Master Duan at all! Could it be that the prophecy
, is it really possible?
It was obvious that Kumarajiva's heart was moved, so Duan Ye took the opportunity to add the final spark, "The world will change, mountains and rivers will be different, and the weight of the tripod, I can honestly ask, what do you think, Master?"
After proclaiming the Buddha's name for a long time, Kumarajiva slowly took off a string of rosary beads from his hand...