Siddhartha's wedding took place a month later. This happy event was a top priority for the people of Kapila.

At the time of his wedding, the whole city was decorated with a sea of flowers, and surrounded by the crowds, the daughter of King Kyaw Shan, Yajendhara, rode an elephant to the door of the palace.

At this time, Siddhartha was dressed at the door and carried his bride into the palace gate.

In the main hall, King Johan and Lady Maya looked at their son and daughter-in-law with tears in their eyes, but they had indescribable joy. And Yang Rui stood aside, his face was calm, and there was no trace of waves in his eyes.

Three years later, Siddhartha was nineteen years old. By this time he was already the father of several children and had a large number of wives and concubines. This life goes on and on.

And Yang Rui looked at his eyes, and silently determined in his heart: "It's time." ”

One morning, Yang Rui came to Siddhartha. At this time, the prince was still sleeping with his concubine in his arms, but was woken up by his own teacher.

Faced with Yang Rui's somewhat unreasonable break-into the bedroom, he didn't dare to have the slightest anger, and quickly got up from the bed, stood at the head of the bed and asked, "Teacher, come here so early, is there anything wrong?" ”

Yang Rui glanced at the concubine who was shrunk on the bed, and said, "You have been a little lazy all these years, have you forgotten many things I taught you?" ”

Siddhartha smiled and said, "No, I have not forgotten all the knowledge you taught me. ”

Yang Rui nodded and said, "That's good." ”

After saying that, he turned to leave the bedroom, and said casually: "Hurry up and get ready, and accompany me to ride a horse outside the city." ”

Siddhartha slapped his face and said, "Great, I have been in the palace for a long time, and I also want to go out of the city to relax." ”

Yang Rui looked at Siddhartha's happy appearance, and said with a smile: "Then hurry up and prepare, I don't have the patience to wait for you for too long." ”

In a short time, Yang Rui and Siddhartha had already ridden on two horses and went straight to the gate of the palace. When the guards saw the prince and his teacher urging their horses and whips up, no one dared to stop them. The two of them walked out of the palace gate one after the other.

In the streets, the people made way for the two men and saluted in respect.

Siddhartha glanced at Yang Rui beside him and said, "Teacher, can I ask a question?" ”

Yang Rui said: "Ask." ”

Siddhartha thought for a while and asked, "It has been almost twenty years since you came to the palace, my father and mother have gray temples, and I have grown up to be sincere. But why are you still so young, it seems that you will never grow old? ”

Hearing this question, Yang Rui smiled slightly and said: "The reason why I won't grow old is because I have faith in my heart!" ”

Siddhartha asked curiously, "What faith has such magic?" ”

Yang Rui said: "This faith comes from your own heart, and if you can do it, you can be like me." ”

Siddhartha said happily, "Teacher, then you must teach me these lessons, I very much want to learn, and I and my family will always be young." ”

Yang Rui said: "This kind of faith is not something that everyone can have, and the price is to throw everything away, can you do it?" ”

Siddhartha pondered and said, "Throw everything away? ”

"Yes, throw everything away!" Yang Rui's tone was very affirmative: "You have lived a life of fine clothes and food since you were a child, and you have a pair of parents who love you. And now that you have children and a group of wives and concubines, are you willing to leave all this behind to stick to your faith? ”

Siddhartha was silent for a long time and said, "This seems difficult. ”

Yang Rui said: "You are right. It is extremely difficult for people to throw away all the glitz and glamour and stick to their beliefs. I don't know if you can do that, and therefore I can't teach you that. ”

As the two men were talking, they had reached the gate of the city. Just in front of the tall doorway sat an old beggar on the ground, ragged and emaciated, who seemed to be dying soon.

Yang Rui has always said to the old beggar: "You see, whether people are rich or poor in this life, they can't escape aging after all, and the same is true for you and the people around you." ”

Siddhartha looked at the old beggar on the ground, and his heart tightened, he didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to look at it anymore and urged the horse out of the city.

Outside the city gates, a dying man lay on the side of the road, covered in pus-covered bodies, flies fluttering around him, and several vultures waited for the man to take his last breath.

Yang Rui said: "This person is about to come to the end of his life, and no one in the world can save his fate with any power, he can only wait for death." ”

Looking at Siddhartha's sad appearance, Yang Rui asked, "Don't you want to say something?" ”

Siddhartha was silent for a long time and said, "Death is a terrible thing. ”

Yang Rui said: "But no one can avoid it. ”

Siddhartha asked Yang Rui, "Can't you save him?" ”

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "You can't save him now." ”

The two men continued to walk, and a dead body came to a stop on the side of the road, the corpse had been eaten by the vultures, and almost all that was left was the dry bones. Yang Rui said: "This is the final outcome of people, although you are a prince, you will become like this one day!" Anyone can become like this! ”

"Say no more, teacher!" Siddhartha shouted, raised his hand and whipped his horse, and the horse raised its front hooves and ran away with a neighing sound.

Yang Rui looked at Siddhartha's distant back, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Late at night, Siddhartha came to Yang Rui's room, he stood at the door and knocked softly, and asked, "Teacher, have you slept?" ”

Yang Rui replied in the room: "Come in, I'm waiting for you." ”

Siddhartha walked into the door, by the light of the candlelight, his face was very ugly, he stared at Yang Rui on the recliner and asked, "Teacher, is it true that people's fate cannot be changed?" ”

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I think so." ”

Siddhartha then said, "As you said, with firm faith, one can live forever?" Can I do it? ”

Yang Rui smiled and said, "But you can't do it now." ”

Siddhartha said, "Is it because I still have nostalgia for the glitz in front of me?" ”

Yang Rui said: "Your eyes have answered this question. ”

Siddhartha sighed and said, "But I can't give up my family and everything, can't I have the best of both worlds?" ”

Yang Rui shook his head firmly and said, "Impossible. You have to pay for it. ”

"What if I don't want to?"

Yang Rui said: "Then you will be like everything you see today, irretrievably become like that, and in the near future, your parents will die first, followed by you, and then your children and grandchildren." ”

"It's so painful to leave it all." Siddhartha hesitated.

"You can choose to retreat, but you can't choose your fate," Yang said. Only by going out bravely can you and the people of the world be saved. ”

"Does it really have to be like this?"

Yang Rui nodded firmly and said, "Because you were chosen by me." ”

Siddhartha looked at Yang Rui and asked, "Teacher, who are you?" ”

Yang Rui said: "A person who takes you on the road. I've been waiting for this for nineteen years. (To be continued.) )