Su Ziji seemed unconscious, closed the Brahma Sutra, looked at the Brahma God, and thought thoughtfully. Although the Brahma God statue in this temple was faint, it already had a divine light.
Even the Brahma God in the small temple here has divine light, and the foundation is indeed not small.
Su Ziji stood silently in front of the incense table, looking at the tall statue of Brahma God, neither holding incense nor bowing. What was also strange was that he did not make a sound, and he immediately felt a bone-chilling pressure around him, and for a moment there was a silence. You can hear a pin drop.
After a long time, Su Ziji smiled and said: "I heard that Sanskritism came from the far western country of Shengdu. It is originally in Sanskrit. Can you translate it into Chinese for me?"
"Yes, there have been translations by Luoshi, Shengyi, Xuanyi, and Shizhi. They are all virtuous people who are proficient in Sanskrit law."
"Well!" Su Ziji looked indifferent, as if he had heard it but didn't seem to pay attention, and suddenly asked: "Have these virtuous people ever obtained any honors?"
"..."
Even people from far away can't help but be speechless. Does a monk still want to get a degree?
"Noble sir, they are monks and have never obtained any honors." The old monk said not knowing what he meant and clasped his hands together.
"The translation of Su Wen is three words, namely faith, expressiveness and elegance."
"Belief means faithfulness, elegance means beauty, and expression means smoothness. However, when I look at the Brahma Sutra, it may be good to be elegant, but it is not enough for believers!"
"I would like to hear your advice." After hearing this, the old monk was not angry and asked with his hands clasped together.
"In the past, merchants and envoys from the Shengdu Kingdom also came and brought real objects." Su Ziji asked with a smile: "The translator of this book called it a dragon, but the original thing was a cobra."
"The roc can eat five hundred snakes in one day."
"In the past dynasties of this dynasty, the title of Emperor Long Wei is called the True Dragon Emperor." Su Ziji asked calmly, with a very soft tone: "Except for the emperor, even the clan members are not allowed to call the dragon, they are only called Prisoner Niu, Jizhen, and Momo. Feng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Bifan, Fuxi, and Chiki."
"Also called Jiao."
"If the species are similar, it would be understandable to translate it as Jackie Chan."
"It's originally a cobra. It's just a poison. It's also found in China, but it's translated into a dragon. Even the roc eats five hundred little dragons a day and becomes a dragon king."
"In the speeches and articles of this dynasty, we do not directly speak or write the names of the monarch or respected relatives when we meet them to show respect, let alone this?"
"Great monk, do you think these people are ignorant or do they have ulterior motives?"
When the old monk heard this, he immediately broke into a cold sweat and murmured, unable to think of anything for a while.
"Also, all the dynasties in China have revered Heaven, regarded Heaven as their king and father, and ruled the world in the name of the Son of Heaven. Everyone's words and actions must be obeyed by Heaven. You don't dare to act on your own!"
"I observe the Brahma Sutra. The so-called four days and thirty-three days are all a corner of the Fanshan Mountain. They are not the vast and boundless sky. They can be called areas and boundaries. Why should they be translated as heaven."
"Not only that, there are billions of sons of emperors and daughters of the emperor. Does it mean that the heaven is not precious enough, the emperor is not enough, and there is no king, no father, no subject and contempt for heaven?"
Hearing this, the great monk could no longer stand, knelt down with a plop, and said: "Loshi, Shengyi, Xuanyi, Shizhi and others, although they can be regarded as virtuous with the Dharma, as the noble man said, they have not It is difficult to be polite to the world in order to obtain fame, but I can guarantee that this is a result of vulgarity and not a rebellious and rebellious heart."
Su Ziji nodded after hearing this and smiled: "I also think that Sanskritism does not have this intention - can such unbelieving, indecent and indecent words be changed?"
There was no sound in the hall, and the chill made everyone shiver. The great monk stiffened his body and frowned. He glanced at Su Ziji and knew that if there was no response, let alone cooperation, it would be an unforeseen disaster. He sighed: "Noble Master What I am saying is that it should be changed.”
"That's very good, very good!" Su Ziji stretched out his hand to help him up, and said casually: "I heard that this temple was originally Lu Jian's temple?"
"It was originally a small ancestral hall." The great monk recalled: "But the ancestral hall had been dilapidated for a long time and there were no cigarettes, so I bought it and turned it into a temple."
"But it turns out that the statue of the god was not abandoned and was moved to the side hall - noble sir, is there something wrong?"
"You can move the abandoned statues to the side hall. This is a good deed for the survival of the people. There is nothing wrong with it." Su Ziji smiled: "Do you know who Lu Jian was originally?"
"The poor monk doesn't know."
"The previous dynasty was just a county magistrate!" Su Ziji smiled again: "Lu Jian is just a judge, and he will only be a county magistrate in his whole life."
"When he was the county magistrate, he once said, I am just a civil servant. No matter how good my performance evaluation is, I will not be promoted to the province or state. I will only wander around the state and county. In this case, why not serve the country and the people with heart and govern well? "
"This is what he said and this is what he did."
"In his six years in office, he cracked down on thieves and dug canals to irrigate the fields. The people wrote thousands of letters asking for re-election, and the court agreed. So he died in office in the eighth year."
"Magistrate Lu was not granted a royal title, but the people spontaneously built a shrine for him."
Su Ziji said this with a smile on his face: "Although Magistrate Lu has a low official rank, he is well-educated and sensible, serves the king and people, does not seek wealth beyond his share, and can be called loyal to the country and loyal to the people." It is very rare to find someone who is virtuous."
"Whether it's the former Wei Dynasty or the Great Zheng Dynasty, there is a shortage of people like this."
"It's a pity that the world is so ignorant, and the kindness of only three generations has caused this person's popularity to fall into the cold. It's a good deed that you can continue to live and die. It's a pity that there are some small flaws."
"A poor monk is vulgar and I hope someone can give me some advice."
"I will give you three hundred taels of silver and ask you to build another temple near the temple. Then move the statue there. You can take care of it during the day, okay?"
"You should obey your orders." The old monk did not hesitate and immediately put his hands together.
"good!"
After Su Ziji said this, he stretched out his hand. Cao Zhi could see it clearly and couldn't help but blush.
The words raised by Taisun were full of hidden symbols, and Cao Zhi couldn't help but admire him. At this moment, he stretched out his hand, lit incense and gave it to Su Ziji. Su Ziji put his hands into the stove, nodded slightly, and took a step back. , this is the proper etiquette.
The so-called "I bow" means that except for the first time when he bowed three times and bowed nine times, the emperor only bowed to heaven.
If you don’t worship Heaven, why worship God?
Su Ziji turned around and smiled: "If you make mistakes, correct them. It is a great good thing. A temple without temple property is useless. I will pay for it and buy a hundred acres of land as temple property."
"Thank you, noble man!" The old monk said with a grateful look on his face: "It's getting late, can you, noble man, have a meal in this temple?"
As soon as I raised my hand, I saw a table of evening meals. It was not rich, but it was very clean.
Sweet and sour cucumbers, mushroom meatball soup, cabbage, braised tofu, and fungus gluten. How could the grandson have a banquet outside? Cao Zhi stepped forward and whispered: "It's getting late, and we are still waiting at home." , please go back early."
"Go back!" Su Ziji would not be willful in this regard, nor would he take any risks. He immediately smiled and started to go out.
Just as I walked out of the door, the bell rang behind me, melodious and deep, echoing in the air.
(End of chapter)
