Chapter 99: : End of life

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"Master Beacon!"
I turned my head and looked at the figure I knew before quietly approaching. Still pretty face, smart eyes, as clean as the ancient pollution-free blue sky. It's just that the bun is uplifted, and it is already a young woman's dress, which is a little bit sloppy, but it has the charm of a mature woman. Seeing her again, my heart still throbs.
Rong Qing Rong Yu originally took my hand and chattered desperately. When he saw Luo Xiu, he immediately shook me off, flew forward, and plunged into Luo Xiu's arms. I watched Luo Xiu talk spoiledly to the two children and wiped their mouths with a veil. The tender expression looked like the mother I remembered when I was young.
I feel a little sad. She didn't call me "Xiao Shi", but she just called "Master Beacon" seriously. Slowly pacing to her, smiling at her: "Luo Xiu, I haven't seen you in four years, how are you?"
She lifted her eyes, her pure eyes circling on my face, her eyes filled with water-like tenderness. At that moment, I was a little jealous of her husband. She asked the driver who brought her to take the two children on the carriage and turned to smile lightly at me.
"It's okay." Her cheek flew past the blush, her head lowered, and her jade-like neck was exposed. A clear voice sounded, "The husband's family is very kind to me, I've been there for a while..."
I was startled, and then relieved. She is now twenty-one years old. In this era, she is indeed a mother. But why did my heart hurt when I heard that she had a child?
Shaking his head, he shouldn’t think about these things. He looked at her and asked,
Then, Rong Qing Rong Yu entrusts you, your husband will...

She shook her head and a happy smile appeared on her face: "The husband's family has known this for a long time, and he will treat Rong Qing Rong Yu as a child."
Can't help feeling, she really married a good husband. I heard from my father that she was chosen by herself. Although the man was only a low-ranking official, he was upright and kind, sincerely treated her, and vowed never to be concubine. She is such a beautiful girl, there should indeed be a good man with her. Rong Qing Rong Yu entrusted her, and my father and I were at ease.
"How is the Master's condition?"
"Not very good." I shook my head and sighed, "I'm afraid I can't escape this fate this time. So the Master ordered me to entrust the two children to you. In case the Master is unexpected, neither of them will lose their support."
"You can rest assured. Rong Qing Rong Yu was brought up when I was a child, and I will never treat them badly in the future." She looked serious and swears to me solemnly. Then, softly relieved to me, "Mage Jiren Tianxiang, Buddha will bless him."
I looked at her gentle face, a little dazed. Why is such a pure girl so hard to find in my time?
When she left in a carriage, I watched staring. For her, there was always a sour heart in her heart. I don't have the courage of my parents to break through the barriers of time and space and bravely hold her hand. I can only watch the carriage go further and further.
In the summer sunset, the cicada squealed, and a few rays of cold wind blew through, and I couldn't shake my loss. It is impossible to see each other again. Chang'an will fall into the tragic situation of human in a few years. I wanted to remind Luo Xiu, but what is the real safety of the Central Plains today?
Thinking of Cui Hu's poems in the Tang Dynasty, I can't help but feel sad.
Last year in this door today, the face of peach blossoms in red.
The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.
Luo Xiu, I hope you are in peace, with your husband, Rong Qing Rong Yu, and your son I have never met, peace and security...
"Beacon!"
A familiar voice, I sighed and turned my head. Watching the rounded body flying over the tree-lined road. Not seen in four years, he is rounder than a ball.
"Beacon, I heard that you are back. I hurried to find you!" He ran breathlessly in front of me, staring at me with round eyes. "When did you come back? Why hasn't it changed?"
I chuckled: "I came back yesterday." For me, the time has only passed for half a year, and of course nothing will change.
Dao Heng took my arm and walked happily to his father’s house: "Did you see the master yet? He is not well now and has been ill for several days. I heard that last night, he called foreign disciples to study for him Curse, I don’t know how it is today."
"I have seen him and lived with him yesterday." I explained lightly. Last night, I asked Seng Zhao to gather his father's Guizi disciple, and read the Sutra outside his dad's bedroom. If really shocked Yao Xing, he is now coming from Changan.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to worship under the Master's door. In these four years, I learned more from the Master than I learned in the first thirty years." He sighed and said to me sincerely, " Thank you, beacon!"
"Dao Heng, is your majesty still forcing you to be vulgar?"
He sighed and exhaled with depression: "I always felt that Liu Bobo must be opposed. He persuaded His Majesty Mo to commission Liu Bobo for military power, but it was a pity that His Majesty did not listen. Two years ago, Liu Bobo really turned back. Forced me to follow politics as usual. If it is not discouraged by Master, I will be like you, Brother.
In the late period of Yao Xing's rule, the Korean government was in a mess. Without a good servant, he made an idea to Dao Heng. Although Dao Heng looked stern on the surface, he saw the problem very precisely, but his mind was not in politics.
"If your majesty has to force you, you hide the mountains." I revealed vaguely.
Yao Xing couldn't hold back much time. In Yao Xing's old age, a few sons were in a fight when their father was not dead. Less than a year after the death of Yao Xing, Crown Prince Yao Hong died under Liu Yu's attack. These will happen in 417 AD, only eight years from now. If Dao Heng went to seclusion, he would avoid going through this war.
Dao Heng shook his head and sighed: "Alas, the ancients have a saying: ``The one who benefits my goods hurts my god, the one who gives birth to my name kills me." If it forces me too much, it can only be so."
Daoheng followed me into my dad's house. There are a lot of people in the lobby, and there are many people outside Dad's bedroom. They are Dad's disciples. They are worried, but they dare not enter the door to disturb Dad.
I let Dao Heng wait outside and entered the bedroom by myself. There was only him and Seng Zhao in the room: he was lying on the side on the couch, holding the scriptures in his hand, still chanting, and the monk Zhao Fen was writing a disease.
"dad!"
Seng Zhao looked up at me in surprise, and I quickly changed my mind: "Master, why are you still translating! You should rest now!"
"The time is running out. This "Dapin Ban Ruo" has not been proofread. It must be done." He smiled at me gently and turned his head to ask Seng Zhao: "Is the proof finished?"
Seng Zhao took a pen, brushed the sweat beads from his forehead, and sighed with a sigh of relief: "Master, you are finally done. You have a rest."
He shook his head: "Go and call all the disciples. Rosh has a few words to tell everyone."
The bedroom was crowded with no standing cones, and although the air was sultry, everyone was full of dissatisfaction, and their eyes were red and swollen. Dad's spirit is not very good, it may be that working these days and nights, consuming too much energy. He asked me to lift his body, sit cross-legged on the couch, glance at everyone, and said:
"Because of the Dharma, I have to get together with all the princes. It seems that it is difficult to dedicate myself in this life. I have to go to the afterlife, which is really sad."
His voice was not loud, but it was full of farewell. Some of the monks couldn't help crying and choked with sobs: "Master!"
He looked at everyone's face with pity, and sighed softly: "Roshi was a sparse learner, a translator of errors, and more than three hundred volumes of the translated scriptures. Only one of the Ten Recitations could not be deleted. Originally, there must be no mistakes. I hope that the translated scriptures can be passed down to future generations, and all will be promoted and circulated."
The crowd finally couldn't help but burst into tears. For a time, crying filled the small bedroom. Even when I heard it, I felt a little sad. Quickly stabilize the emotions and wink his eyes.
He glanced at me, but stopped talking. I was anxious and said aloud: "Master, you will never be wrong in translating the scriptures. You vowed in front of the Buddha last night: If there is no error, the tongue will not rot after being burned."
My words just fell, and everyone was amazed. The grief on the face was even worse, and later, the cry was louder. Dad glanced at me and stopped talking. Seng Zhao and I greeted everyone to go out and let Dad take a good rest. The monks kowtowed to their dads one by one, and then went out crying. Finally, Dad told Seng Zhao a few words to let him go out. Seeing Seng Zhao's thin and weak back disappearing, Dad's eyes were full of tears, and he sighed faintly.
"Dad, do you have anything else to bring?" I put a wooden box full of my parents' love for more than 40 years into my backpack and asked him softly.
He looked around the room, his eyes complex, and he slowly shook his head.
Yao Qinhong began on August 20th in eleventh year, the state teacher Kumorosh died in Chang'an.
The fire was burning, engulfing the body on the fire instantly. The three thousand monks cross-legged in chanting, mixed with a crying cry. Yao Xing's eyes were red and swollen and he was helped by Prince Yao Hong.
The fire burned for more than two hours and ended up in a pile of ashes. Seng Zhao and several big disciples shed tears to clean up the fire, but no bones were broken. Dao Sheng suddenly shouted: "Look!"
The fly ash is extinguished, the bone is broken, but the tongue is still alive. Everyone got up and came around, Yao Xing stared wide, looked at the still soft tongue in disbelief, and screamed in sorrow: "I lost the master of the country, but it is also the plight of the country!"
Master Jezi’s disciple Pan Yetaro stared at this incredible tongue, and wept bitterly to all the monks:
Master’s knowledge, you only get one-tenth of it.

The monks listened to Panjetaro and knelt down around the tongue. The crying shook and the ground moved. Song Feng whimpered, sobbing.
The translations of Master Jomorosh include "Zhonglun", "Hundred Theory", "Twelve Doors", "Pan Ruo Jing", "Fahua Jing", "Great Wisdom Theory", "Vimo Sutra", "Hua Shou" Scripture, The Theory of Reality, Amitabha, Unlimited Life Scripture, Shoulangyan Samadhi Scripture, Ten Living Scriptures, Zazen Zen Scriptures, Maitreya Buddhism Scripture, Maitreya Classics, Ten Recitations, Ten Recitations, The Bodhisattva Precepts, Buddhism, Bodhisattva, etc. The total number of translations is based on the second volume of the "Three Collections of Tibetan Records", which contains 35 volumes and 297 volumes; according to the "Kai Yuan Lu" volume, which contains 74 volumes and 384 volumes. Comment on the "Shengshi", "Ten Lives", "Middle", and "Twelve Doors".
Most of his translations were passed into the 21st century, and a few were lost.
The Caotang Temple at the north foot of Guifeng, Xi'an Hu County, was the place where Kumarajiva presided over the translation of Buddhist scriptures. Inside the temple is the Komorosh stupa, which is the place where the Komorosh stupa is placed.
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Hui Jiao's "The Monk's Biography of Kumarajiva" at the end of the day, Shaojue did not heal. He made three spells to make foreign disciples chant them to save themselves. Before the effort, it felt critical. So Liji said goodbye to the monks and said, "Because of the encounter with the law, I haven't exhausted my heart yet. A part of "Ten Recitations", which is too late to delete, keep its original purpose, and there will be no mistakes. May all the translations be proclaimed. Passing on to future generations, Xiangonghongtong. Now take an honest oath in front of the people: If there is no error, When he was burnt, his tongue did not rot." The pseudo-Qin Hongshi died in Chang'an on August 20, eleven years, and was five years old at the age of Jin Yixi.
In other words, Yu Xiaoyaoyuan burned dead bodies with fire according to foreign laws, and his flesh was destroyed, but his tongue was not gray. Later, foreign scholars came to the cloud: "Roche knows nothing but ten."