Chapter 87: : Bits of happiness

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The forehead is always warm and soft. Opening his eyes vaguely, a pair of light gray eyes were close at hand. In the room full of light, he kept smiling with a slight puff and looked at me intently. There was a crisp bird cry outside the window. It was certainly not too early for such a bright sky. My face is a bit hot, this is the first time I have slept so late after having Xiaoshi. How long has it been since I slept so peacefully?
After washing, I had breakfast with him. A knock on the door sounded, and a respectful young voice came in: "Master, your majesty sent someone to tell him, and he will arrive at the master in half an hour."
I laughed and knew that Yao Xing would come. He was quite human and gave us a full two days before coming. Rosh opened the door and the respectful voice at the door rang again: "Your Majesty also said, I hope to see you—Master."
The words "Master" were hesitant and sounded awkward. I smiled and continued to stack the quilt in the room.
"Seng Zhao, you enter the house as a teacher." Rosh sighed.
I looked strangely at the door. In the past two days, no matter what his disciple sent, he went outside the house and never let anyone in.
A young monk stepped into the house embarrassedly, standing in the window where the sunlight penetrated, his head hanging down. Let me look at it, not more than twenty years old. The eyebrows are clear, the body is thin, and the sun shines like a transparent white paper.
"Ai Qing, this is my old disciple, Seng Zhao." Rosh approached me and introduced him to me.
I nodded. I know him. After arriving in Chang'an, Roche received three thousand students and had a large number of talents. Among them, the most talented are called Shimen Four Saints, Eight Juns or Ten Philosophers, and Seng Zhao ranks first. Among all Chinese disciples, he followed Rosh the longest and benefited the most. He left four high-level essays, and his descendants co-edited them as "Zhaolun", which became an important classic of Sanlunzong. It is a pity that he died at the age of thirty-one, otherwise he could do more.
Looking at the young monk who was named later, Rosh said softly, "Dog, you bow down to see your mother's courtesy. Your life is saved by the master!"
I and Seng Zhao raised their heads at the same time! Unbelievably looking at the weak young monk in front of him, he could no longer see what he was holding in his hands. Dog? Seng Zhao was the dog I adopted?
"Master!" Seng Zhao lost his composure and asked, with a trembling voice towards Rosh, "She, she is the master you have been thinking about? When I was entrusted by my mother in Guzang to save my life in famine? "
Roche nodded solemnly: "So no one can recognize Master, but you can't."
"Master!" Seng Zhao suddenly knelt on his knees, "Dogs are grateful to Masters for their life-saving grace! Without Masters, Dogs were also buried in the disaster with their parents, and they would not worship under Master's practice."
With tears in my eyes, I helped Seng Zhao up. He should be 18 years old this year. After I left, Rosh led him up and logically worshipped Rosh as a teacher. No wonder Seng Zhao is the youngest compared to the others in Shimen Shizhe, but he is the biggest disciple who has the most true Delos. During the sixteen years of getting along, he and Roche were not only mentors and apprentices, but also father and son.
After talking with Seng Zhao again, Yao Xing was about to arrive. Roche took my hand and went outside. After staying in the house for two days, I only walked out of the room now. When I was in a mess before, I didn't pay attention to where I was. Only vaguely remembered that after meeting him in Caotang Temple, he held me for less than a quarter of an hour. It can be seen that his residence is not far from Caotang Temple, but it is not in the temple.
Squinting at the garden in the sunshine close to noon. It is a very large and elegant yard, with cypress and wax plum on the side of the flowerbed, which is full of flowers. It is the season when the plum blossoms are blooming, and the fragrance is bursting, striking the heart. The man-made small lake in the middle of the courtyard is a pavilion and water pavilion piled by rockery. On the central axis is a five-height double-height Xieshan-style main house with carved beams and beautifully decorated buildings. The rooms on both sides are also elegant and gorgeous.
There were servants cleaning on the way, and monks came in and out, and they were shocked to see him holding my hand. Roche instructed the servant to call my wife and the monk to call my master. I will take charge of the family management. He took me into the reception hall of the main house. In the middle is a very sophisticated Arhat couch, with low-lying small couches and several cases on both sides. A Buddha statue was enshrined on the table, and the cigarette sand mist rose up, and the whole room was fragrant and elegant.
For the first time with him, this is the first time I have lived in such a luxury. His biography stated that he "can't live in Zengfang, don't set up houses, and provide abundance." Yao Xing treated him really is extraordinary.
Thinking of Yao Xing, I suddenly remembered one thing. Quietly asked Rosh: "That day in Caotang Temple Hall, when you came to me, Yao Xing stopped you. What did you say to him, he would stop you?"
Roche smiled meaningfully and leaned into my ear and said, "There are two children on my shoulders who want to be a woman."
I took a deep breath and covered my mouth and stared, "You, why do you say that?"
He smiled faintly: "Even if Rosh doesn't say that, do you think that later generations of officials will rewrite this sentence?"
He was dumb and silent. Indeed, no matter what he said to Yao Xing, he would not change this shocking record. Alas, I still feel a little uncomfortable. Seeing him calmly and carelessly, he was relieved to think about it. It doesn't matter what he said, it will always be written by future generations. So why care?
Seng Zhao entered the house and whispered that Yao Xing was here immediately. Roche nodded, took us out, and stood waiting at the courtyard door. Hearing the sound of footsteps and horseshoes, the sound of carts rang out one after another, and the brigade came slowly with several carriages. At the center is a bright yellow luxury carriage. At the entrance of the courtyard, several eunuchs hugged and helped Yao Xing get off.
Roche bowed his hands respectfully, and I learned court etiquette that day, so I should kneel. While hesitating to kneel, Roche hinted that he did not have to kneel. I had to bow to salute. Yao Xing bowed his hands to Rosh and gave me an interesting look. From his eyes I saw that he hadn’t remembered seeing me once before.
Sitting in the upper seat of the living room, Seng Zhao served tea. Yao Xing laughed: "I don't know if I came here to disturb the Guoshi." He glanced at me who was sitting next to him, and said very deeply, "I heard that the Guoshi has taken this woman since yesterday. Go, never leave the house for two days."
Rosh smiled slightly and said in his jaw: "Your Majesty knew that Roche had a wife when he was in Liangzhou?"
"I heard it a little bit. I heard that the wife of the master of the country is Princess Guizi, but it is a Chinese girl. Wen Wenxianshu is talented. She was pregnant 16 years ago, but unfortunately it is difficult to give birth to a fairy."
Rosh's eyes floated on me, sighing slightly, and said vaguely: "Rosh and his wife are the result of the union of fate. After dozens of ups and downs, they will see each other in hell. Goodbye the Buddha, let Rosh live forever Goodbye my wife, it is already forgiving."
Yao Xing showed a sudden enlightenment, and looked me up and down along Rosh's eyes: "No wonder the Master had such an amazing act when he preached the scriptures. It turned out that this maid looked very similar to the Master's wife. The Master and even the lovers have remained so for many years. I really admire it."
I opened my mouth in surprise, Yao Xing's imagination was really good. Roche smiled and said nothing, so he guessed. Hearing Yao Xing said: "The wife of the state teacher, if he could give birth to heirs, is now a young age. The style is graceful, and the state teacher is Xiao Xiao. I feel so sorry for this."
Rosh looked at me and didn't know how to respond to Yao Xing. Yao Xing watched us exchange eyes, and laughed: "Fortunately, the Master is sensitive and has his own magical machine. He will soon have twins, haha, gratifying."
Rosh was a little embarrassed, he put his hands together and said: "Your Majesty, the words of the previous fan are miscalculation. Now Rosh knows that my wife has a stubborn illness and I am afraid she can't get pregnant again."
Yao Xing froze for a moment and shook his head: "It's such a shame." After drinking a sip of tea, think about it and say, "Guo Shi, let me arrange for you."
My heart tightened. Yao Xing's so-called arrangement is to send ten Gongji. This is historical fact and cannot be avoided. What should I do then?
Rosh shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't bother. Rosh is old, and there are more important things to wait for Rosh to complete in a limited year."
Yao Xing was surprised: "The state teacher is already teaching and accepting the Fa, what else is more important?"
Luo Shizhengrong said slowly, "The Dharma spread into the Central Plains and began in the Han dynasty. After the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the theory of the scriptures gradually increased. However, the remaining Chinese Buddhist scriptures were all translated by monks in the Western Region of Tianzhu. It’s so miserable. It’s because the first translation is awkward, and it doesn’t correspond to the Sanskrit version. Such scriptures are really difficult for the Central Plains to understand. The Roche has been in the Central Plains for many years, reading through the Han Dynasty. If you can translate the Sanskrit scriptures learned by Rosh In Han Chinese, the Central Plains Dharma can be rejuvenated."
Yao Xing became more and more excited and couldn’t help but applaud and say,
Okay! The master of the Chinese language and the Chinese language are all available. It is indeed the best choice for translating scriptures. If you want to set up an interpreter in Caotang Temple, you need any support. I will promise it.

"The interpreting field is tightly organized and needs multiple people to help. Roche has twenty-four disciples of Guizi. They can help Roche in the Buddhist scriptures. However, the only Han disciples who can help translate the scriptures are Seng Zhao, who may be alone. Consolidate many issues of the certificate."
"This is easy to handle!" Yao Xing shined his eyes and nodded. "I immediately set out to recruit talented monks from all over the world to come here, worship the teacher of the country, and help them translate the scriptures together."
After Yao Xing left, Buddha Yashe finally arrived in the afternoon. He was not fluent in Chinese and took a lot of effort to reach Caotang Temple. Roche has listened to me in detail about the process of meeting with Buddha Yeshe. He was very happy for his friend to come to Chang'an for translation. The two have not met for more than 20 years and have many things to say. I let them talk, and I was familiar with the surrounding environment accompanied by Seng Zhao.
I walked through the large courtyard carefully, and when I met someone who didn't know me, Seng Zhaobian sternly told me my identity. I also saw a few of Roche's disciples of Guizi. They all recognized me, inexplicably surprised, but respected me with respect. I don't want to explain much, I just told them with a smile, I came back from my family.
"Rosh, are you tired?" I added three more candles to the few cases and cut the charcoal candle wicks with scissors. The light is much brighter, but it still cannot be compared with modern electric lights. Seeing myself and him cutting out two intimate figures on the screen, thinking of Li Shangyin's "He Dang Gong Xichuang candle", I felt warm.
"Not tired." He rubbed the corners of his eyes, dipped it in the inkstone with a brush, and continued to work hard. But, rubbing the corners of the eyes from time to time. The further away the person is from several cases, the more his eyes narrow.
"Come on, don't move," I said softly, taking out my reading glasses and putting them on.
He looked at the book in front of him in surprise, then picked it up and looked up and down. The corner of the mouth bends out of a beautiful arc, turning around and asking me: "What is this? Why can you see it so clearly when you put it on?"
I looked at him with glasses, and my heart was funny. He wore glasses and was elegant like a professor in a university. As he stepped into old age, he was carved into a mold like that of Kumoroyan. Can't help feeling, the power of inheritance is really great.
"This is called presbyopic glasses. When you get older, you can't see clearly. These glasses, using optical principles, can help you return to normal focus. The elderly people in us wear them when reading and writing."
He was about to sigh, I sighed: "I brought 200-degree reading glasses, which is the most common degree for people around the age of fifty. But it is not necessarily accurate, it is best to go to the hospital for optometry. Alas, It's a pity you can't go..."
He didn't answer, but just smiled softly. Eyes, forehead, and corners of the mouth are wrinkled with silk lines, and there are wrinkles on the neck. So many ravines of different sizes did not harm his elegance. His temperament has been sublimated like a mellow wine in the cellar for many years. Such a face that has gone through the wind and frost is more durable than when he was a teenager, and it will not be tired for a long time.
He showed me generously, not blushing as a teenager. Seeing that I hadn’t seen enough, he was a little funny and reached out to pull me.
"Yes, there is something." I jumped away deliberately, "raise your feet."
Help him put on thick wool socks to his knees. These are socks exported to Russia. There are hundreds of pairs. I bought dozens of them in one go. "Is it warm? Wearing these socks in winter can prevent frostbite from recurring."
"Well." He looked up and smiled. "It's amazing how Rosh can use things thousands of years later."
I also brought dozens of boxes of razor blades and a dozen razors. She was startled when she put these luggages in her backpack and gave them to the cap. He showed it to Rosh, and he smiled and took something out of the cabinet, carefully wrapping it in layers with a handkerchief. After opening, a rusty razor was exposed, which I brought back.
Nose sore, took out the handkerchief and wiped the corners of the eyes: "It's all rusty, throw it away, there are so many new ones, enough for you to use for several years."
He didn't answer, still smiling, rewrapped and put it back in the cabinet. He wore woolen socks and glasses and pulled me into his arms. Circle my waist and bury my head in my hair. Hot breath sprayed on the neck, and there was a slight throbbing. Hum, looking at what he wrote in several cases and asked, "What are you writing?"
"This is "The Theory of Reality" written by His Majesty. It has two volumes. Roche has written it for almost a month, and he will be able to write it soon." He said softly to me, "General Yao Xian, General Zuo Yao Song repeatedly asked me to go to Chang'an Great Temple to talk about the New Classics. After writing "Reality Theory", we will go to Chang'an."
I was shocked: "Am I going too?"
"Of course!" He still circled my waist, and a kiss fell on my neck. "Half a year here, Roche will not be separated from you every day."
He took off his glasses and put them on a few cases, then hugged me: "My son told me to supervise you to take medicine and go to bed every day."
Put me to bed, panting: "It's really old, I can't hold you anymore."
Quickly comfort him: "I am fatter than before."
He rolled over me and smiled brightly: "Yeah, heavier..."
Buddha Yeshe lived only one night in our house and moved to Caotang Temple. Because Rosh brought in incomplete Sanskrit scriptures, he asked Buddha Yeshe to silently write down the Ten Living Scriptures. When he returns from Chang'an, the two will discuss together and translate the scriptures.
He has never said anything about the life of my husband and wife, but I can see that he is still very difficult to accept. However, Roche and I are no longer surprised by how people perceive us. We are too late to chew happiness.
In the middle of March in the Gregorian calendar, the peach blossoms in the garden bloomed. The red clouds that can't see the head are overwhelming. The breeze lifted, swept the branches, pink petals flew in the sky like a catkin, and swirled and landed on his tall and thin body. He smiled at me amidst the fall of Yingying, and passed the thousands of sails of transcendence like a man outside the fairy mountains.
He reached out to me: "We go to Chang'an..."
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Hui Jiao’s Biography of the High Monk records that Yao Xingying Luoshi was the national teacher and set up a translation field: "Xinghong began three years in March, and there were trees and trees, born in the temple courtyard, and the green onions in the Xiaoyao Garden became lush. People should enter. By May, Longxi Gongshuode and Xivalülong were dispatched. The Long army was broken. By September, Long Shangqiu had retreated, and he had to enter the customs. As of December 20, In Chang'an, I would like to be treated as a gift from the master of the country, and I see the best pets. When the words are relative, I will stay there for the whole day.
Since Dafa was quilted, it began in the Han Ming Dynasty and involved in Wei and Jin Dynasties. However, Zhi Zhu's words are often delayed. Xing Shao Chong Three Treasures, Reiz lectures. Even now, please enter the Ximing Pavilion and Xiaoyao Garden to translate the Sutras. Even if you recite a lot, you'll be exhausted. Transliteration into Chinese, transliteration of Liubian. After reading the old scriptures, there are many meanings, all of which are lost in the first translation and do not correspond to the Sanskrit version. Therefore, more than 800 people including Shamen Seng, Sengqian, Faqin, Daoliu, Daoheng, Daobiao, Sengrui, Sengzhao, etc., were consulted and ordered to make "Dapin". Even holding the Sanskrit version, Xingzhi old scripture school. The new texts are different from the old ones. "
Hui Jiao's "Sen Zhao of the High Monk": "Seng Zhao is a monk from Jingzhao. The poor family is engaged in servants' work. Therefore, because of writing, it is a burial book based on the history of the Buddhist scriptures. Read Lao Tzu De Zhang. Nai Tan said:'The beauty is beautiful, but the is tired and tired, and it is still not perfect.' Seeing the old Vajrayana, I am happy to be covered with fun. Naiyan:'Before you know Gui 炣.' So monk. Xue Shan Fang, etc., both mastering San Zang, and being in the Guannian, and the name Zhen Guan Fu. Shi Jingyu can not guess its early arrival, or Qianli Fan defeated the gate defense. He also said that the opportunity of frustration was never stagnation. Shi Jingzhao Suru and Guanwai Yingyan, they were arrogant and arrogant, and they were angry. After the Luo Shi even went to the Zang, he followed it from afar, and he was very rewarded. As long as it is suitable for Changan, Zhao will also return."
Author's note: Seng Zhao (384-414) was the earliest Han disciple who followed Rosh. He studied with Rosh as early as Gu Zang and was the most trusted disciple of Rosh. Here, Seng Zhao is an orphan adopted by the Roche famine, and the author made it, but the age of Seng Zhao in this article still conforms to historical facts.