Nagarjuna sighed: "Shan'er, I have passed on some of your superficial skills in the internal cultivation and self-defense of the Honey Sect since I was a child, but I did not let you join the sect, just because I think ...... I think ——, alas, or the older people get, the more ...... The more unbearable it is, the more unbearable it is to see those people as untouchables for generations, humble for generations, and inferior to cattle and sheep for generations. My generation cultivates the Fa, and I often go to find the so-called rare treasures, spiritual roots and fairy grasses, but in fact, the first spiritual root in heaven and earth is a person!

Man is the primate of all things, wisdom is like the sea, perseverance is as immovable as a mountain, who can compare? At the beginning of human beings, although they had different temperaments and different talents, or there were saints who did not learn and knew about it, but all mortals in my generation learned and knew it.

There was an ancient sage in Middle-earth named Zisi, who is said to be a descendant of the Confucian Pope Confucius, and he wrote a book called "The Mean", which I like very much. There is a sentence in it that says: Born to know, or learned to know, or sleepy to know, and to know it, one also.

(Note: Some people are born to know, some people only know after learning, and some people only know when they encounter setbacks, as long as they know, they will be the same in the end)

The people of Middle-earth say that they are born to know that they are saints, that they are learned to be sages, and that they are mortals, and that there are no untouchables there, and that slaves can become generals, but if they all know the Great Way, it will be the same.

For me back then, these words were really earth-shattering and enlightening! In Tianzhu, Shenzhi, Ceylon and other places, under the rule of Brahmin, even if you have the wisdom of Shakyamuni, if you are born in Vaishyas (commoners), it is difficult to do anything, and if you are born in the family of Shudras (untouchables), you will basically be enslaved forever, but this is still the existence of a human being, if you are born in a untouchable house, it is no different from livestock, maybe even worse than animals.

You are still surviving and it is still very difficult, how can you still have the strength to practice? The so-called, what joy is life, what is the pain of death, they are talking about!

But, to be honest, who said that the wisdom of the Buddha is only possessed by the Buddha, and who can guarantee that the wisdom of the Buddha is not already available among those untouchables who have died for thousands of years? I think there must be, but it's just been annihilated by the merciless years.

It was only at this juncture that I understood the essence that all people are created equal, and they are just momentary sparks, and there is no need to be attached to them, and they cannot but pursue them...... I, the disciples and grandchildren, are still shallow in cultivation, and have been poisoned by the Brahmins deep into the bone marrow, and it is difficult to get rid of prejudices, I no longer count on it, only your senior brother Deva, Ma Ming Zen Master and Yunguang Monk and others, have compassion, if there is something, you can entrust it.

I have instructed them to cremate me by the Ganges River after Nirvana, and you can take a handful of my ashes and bury them next to Mount Tai, so that I can bathe in the warmth and righteousness of Confucianism every day, or bury me under the balcony, so that I can listen to the wonderful truth of Lao Dan's "Tao Te Ching".

The Brahmins are too cold, too tyrannical, and the Buddhas are too nihilistic in rejecting sentient beings, and I am tired and want to be more warm and rational.

After Nagarjuna said these heartfelt words, he took out the two grimace crystal orchids, handed them to Jushan and whispered: "Do you remember the invisibility potion that was given to you back then, if this thing works, it may be able to save your life." However, it can last at most a day and night, and you should not expect too much, if you can be invisible once or twice, it is already rare. ”

After saying these many words, Nagarjuna was very tired, his chest heaved and he closed his eyes. The giant mountain was already raining down tears, the light behind him flickered on and off, and the master's face became more and more obscure.

After a while, Nagarjuna suddenly opened his eyes, his divine light flashed, and he asked softly, "Don't you ask about your background?" ”

Jushan choked up and said, "The disciple wants to ask, but the master is so weak, the disciple doesn't dare to ......"

Nagarjuna's weak face suddenly showed a warm smile: "Sure enough, it is difficult to change your temperament, no one here teaches you the filial piety and benevolence of Middle-earth, but you don't know it." Well——, I don't say it, but I don't know much about it, so I can't explain it. Although I rescued you from the claws of Dapeng, in addition to the jade bracelet, there is also a mountain character embroidered on your swaddling clothes, who are your parents? Where do you live?

"I really don't know. I've tried to inquire over the years, but we're thousands of miles away from Middle-earth, and it's hard to get to know each other.

Later, I accidentally learned that the Dapeng Goldenfinch had been to the Wentong Temple in Middle-earth at that time, which was the dojo of the Buddha of Zhantan Merit. However, the Dapeng can fly 90,000 miles with his supernatural powers, and he can go to everything, if you tell me where he has been, and where he has taken your mother and son captively, no one else knows, it is him...... Hehe, he eats countless people, and he may not be able to remember where your mother and son were taken captive!

"Ahem——, mountain, when I saved you that day, on the snowy mountain—but this matter is too ...... Miserable, I really don't know how to relieve you, I thought you couldn't remember the best. But when you are alone, sometimes you grit your teeth, sometimes you are really angry, sometimes you hurt people maliciously, you must never forget, if you can't forget, he wants to seek revenge in the future.

"But listen to me, and you have to promise me! My life is on the verge of nirvana...... Ahem...... You're going to promise me! ”

The giant mountain walked forward on his knees, fell to the ground, and cried, "Master! Master! Promise the child! The child will say yes to everything! ”

Although Jushan didn't know what to promise, he suddenly encountered the parting of his loved ones, and he was in chaos, and he only felt that no matter what he was, if anything could be exchanged for the master, even if it was one more day, one more hour, even if he let him kill the Buddha and destroy the Jade Emperor, he would not hesitate.

But back now, all he could do was, whimpering and shouting, "I promise everything!" ”

"You shall not seek revenge on him for ten years." After Nagarjuna finished speaking, his face was like golden paper, his breath was like a gossamer, his eyes were like the end of the sunset, he had lost his lustre, and looked at the giant mountain faintly.

When Jushan heard the word revenge, his heart sank. For a moment, gritting his teeth and revealing hideousness, his mother's gentle smiling face suddenly turned into a large piece of flesh and blood as if it fell on his face again...... Turning his head, he saw that Master's divine light was dim, so weak that he could not speak, and his eyes were full of that deep compassion and ardent expectation.

The rain on the eaves last night fell on the ground, ticking, dripping overnight, and now it seems to be dragging more and more slowly......

Yes, the master is not afraid that I will seek revenge, but he knows that the Dapeng has great powers, and he thinks that I am not able to catch it, and I just gave my life in vain. His life is in the moment, and he is still worried about my safety...... The big tears of soybeans, "fluttering" fell, and the sound of the rain and the master's heartbeat melted together, as if they smashed on their eardrums: "Bang——,bang——, bang-"

Tears blurred his eyes, and suddenly he couldn't see anything, hear anything, or say anything...... He just pounced, hugged his master's thin body hard, and nodded vigorously in his arms.

He just shouted in his heart: As long as you live, I will promise, I will promise everything! The tense body suddenly fell limped in his arms, and the remaining body temperature was like water dripping on the stove, and in an instant it turned into a wisp of green smoke, and there was nothing, nothing.

Time froze, as if nothing existed, nothing was meaningless, everything was a passing cloud. He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound, and those silent tears still flowed......

It was the day of the Great Cold, and it was the coldest day of the year. Master Nagarjuna saw that it was already the magic lamp that had gone out and passed away suddenly.

The so-called "big cold and small cold, no wind and self-cold", this is also the coldest day in Jushan's life, he knows that since then, there is no home, no support, no way back.

Jushan fainted from crying, woke up silent, and then fell asleep again, and after seven days, he also missed Master's funeral. Since then, every time before and after the great cold, he has a weak breath, like a hibernating bear, sleeping for half a day and being confused for half a day.

Nagarjuna's prestige among the Buddhas is only below Shakyamuni, and the depth of Buddhism is unparalleled, and his good deeds are innumerable, and he is widely loved. Three days after his death, a three-zhang high wooden frame was erected by the Ganges River, and hundreds of thousands of believers from Brahmins, Buddhists, Jains and other sects surrounded the river, just to see the master on his last journey.

Later, Jushan went to ask the divine doctor Ravi to find out that after the master was seriously injured last time, he injured his heart and five internal organs, which was already a terminal illness, and he already had a demigod body, and within three months, if there was no jade liquid to take, it would greatly damage his vitality and restore the human body, but how could the human race deal with this aging body for hundreds of years. He came back to see Nagarjuna's improvement, but it was just a return to the past.

"What's more, after your master's entrustment that day, you were about to sit down, but you didn't pass away." Ravi Dao.

"Ah——, I'm touching him and it's ......," Jushan exclaimed.

"Yes, he was about to leave, but at the last moment, after you fainted and was carried away, someone asked him to give something ......," Ravi sighed.

That night, Jushan tossed and turned in the master's room, and only after the hour had passed did he slowly fall asleep. In my dream, I saw Nagarjuna's head flying into the air, and sighed compassionately: "Child, I have been seeking the Fa all my life, but in the end I am trapped by the Fa.

I knew that his wish to give his head was absurd, but it did not violate the legal principles I had studied, so I had no choice but to give him my head. But the moment my head fell, I was still reluctant? Why?

People say I'm already the ultimate Dharma, why is that still the case? I don't know, I hope you can understand. Life is precious, and one of the reasons why life is noble is that you can choose to die, but after you die, you may not be able to live. Therefore, the nobility of life comes from free choice, from freedom.

The immortal in Zhuangzi's "Getaway" who "sucks the wind and drinks the dew, rides the clouds, flies the dragon, and swims beyond the four seas" is the yearning for freedom. And Zhang Daoling of Daomen once made twenty-four administrative offices in the middle earth and Shu, and later evolved into their seventy-two blessed lands and thirty-six caves...... What are these things? I guess it's just their peach blossom paradise - the free paradise in their hearts.

Jushan suddenly woke up from his dream, sweating profusely. Only then did I know that the master and the old king of Shewei Kingdom had the same fate and roots, and how long he lived, how long did the king live, and this is the reason why the king funded the Dalong Temple.

For hundreds of years, Nagarjuna and the king did not die, and the princes died before they could inherit the throne...... Later, a prince asked his mother for advice, and under the guidance of the demon king Bo Shun, in the name of mercy, he directly asked Nagarjuna to give him a head.

Nagarjuna had made a great wish to follow all the difficulties of the Great Compassion World-Honored One, and this World-Honored One, in the name of "compassion", did everything, and he gave his head to others. Nagarjuna's neck could not be broken, and in order to honor his oath and use courage to subdue the demon king Bo Xun, he finally instructed the prince to fetch auspicious grass from the courtyard outside the house, and then took Nagarjuna's head and left.

Of course, the wise prince finally stepped on his father's corpse to inherit the throne.