Chapter 293 Sakyamuni
The world is long and the years are fleeting. I don’t know how long it will take.
The prehistoric era was peaceful, and most of the powerful men of all races and many with great supernatural powers were in seclusion and enlightenment. Only the human world was in a period of turmoil. Some monks wanted to take this opportunity to find opportunities and breakthroughs, and made various plans.
The Nairanjara River is wide and turbulent, flowing to the west.
The sun was scorching like a fire, and the stones on the river bank were extremely hot from the sun. It was as painful as if someone stepped on them.
The vigorous and green branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree by the river blocked the midday sun. The hot wind blew, and the leaves rustled and glowed with a faint white light.
The sycamore tree in the wind was silent and silent, just watching the clear and exhibition sky silently unfolding its lush branches and leaves, just as it had done for thousands of years in the past.
Under the tree, a slender monk sat cross-legged with his legs crossed. The monk looked about thirty or forty years old. His young body looked very weak due to long-term ascetic meditation, and the right half of his body was exposed. Her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the light chestnut curly hair on her head was as messy as a bird's nest. Moreover, it seemed that a pair of birds actually built a nest among the messy hair, gave birth to several chicks, and flew around busily.
Whenever the shadow falls when flying, it brings a cool air current, and the monk's fluffy short hair will make a quick cry, and several small yellow mouths can't wait to open and close.
Gautama Siddhartha remained silent. He had been sitting in meditation under this ancient Bodhi tree for ninety days without moving or uttering a word. He was thinking hard about the true meaning of Tao.
He has been practicing hard for six years near the Neranjara River. During these six years, he went deep into extreme asceticism and destroyed his body and mind. Other ascetics thought he was going to die, but because of the help of others, he got through it. . Later, he decided that asceticism was useless because he could not achieve enlightenment and nirvana, so he gave up.
He recalled his experience of first meditation under a tree as a child and thought it might help him, so he came to the Bodhi tree on the banks of the Nairana Chan River to meditate quietly.
When he was hungry, he had goat's milk as an offering from the shepherdess Suryada; when he was dirty, he bathed in the Niranjana River for more than three months.
After the rainy season, the dry season came, and the scorching heat wave scorched the earth. Sitting for a long time only made his body weaker, and he achieved nothing.
The earth is extremely dry under the strong sunlight, and the hot and dry air rises from the ground, causing the horizon to appear slightly distorted.
At this time, a person came from the end of the eastern horizon. He was a Taoist priest. His light footsteps seemed not to touch the ground at all, and there was no dust on the dry road.
The Taoist priest walked slowly and quickly, and soon reached the Bodhi tree.
Siddhartha saw the man's face clearly. The Taoist priest wore a pair of green shoes, held a white whisk in his hand, had several long beards floating on his chest, and had three buns on his head, as if he had just left the world.
The long-bearded Taoist walked up to Siddhartha and said with a smile: "The great road must be sought through change. How can one sit in ashes and close his mind to understand the truth of the true path?"
The white whisk in his hand hit Siddhartha on the shoulder with a swipe. Siddhartha suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw in the hazy light and shadow, a Taoist with extraordinary appearance standing with his backlight. He had an extraordinary bearing and an inexplicable Taoist charm. Scattered, but he just couldn't catch it, not even close.
Siddhartha quickly stood up and clasped his hands together and asked, "Teacher, I am here. What advice do you have?"
The Taoist laughed and did not answer his words. He just raised one finger, pointed it up to the sky, and waved it several times in front of Siddhartha. When Siddhartha saw it, he was shocked and murmured:
"I understand, I understand."
Siddhartha sat down cross-legged with a smile on his face. The Taoist laughed loudly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Under the bodhi tree, the monk sat down with his eyes closed. He didn't know how much time had passed. He suddenly opened his eyes. The mountains in front of him were still mountains and the water was still water. But at this moment, in Siddhartha's view, every grass, every tree, every dust and every sand, They are all telling endless mysteries.
In the three realms of Tao, in the first realm, mountains are still mountains, and water is water; in the second realm, mountains are not mountains, and water is not water; in the third realm, mountains are still mountains, and water is still water. Now Siddhartha has reached this third realm, returning to his true nature and returning to the beginning.
When Siddhartha smiled, everything in the world smiled at the same time. The monk gently removed the bird's nest above his head and carefully placed it among the branches of the Bodhi tree. He was about to walk away, but because he had not walked for many days, his body was extremely weak. In such a state, his physical strength was almost exhausted, causing him to become unstable and almost fall to the ground.
A shepherdess came across from him, it was Suryada. Seeing Siddhartha's face pale and swaying, she took off the clay pot hanging from the horns, handed it to Siddhartha, and said, "Eat."
"Thank you."
Siddhartha clasped his hands together, took the clay pot, and drank the full jar of goat's milk. After regaining his strength a little, he handed the clay pot back and said, "Thank you!"
The shepherdess smiled, took the pottery pot, and walked towards the village in the distance.
Siddhartha slowly walked into the Neranjara River, washed away all the dirt on his body with the river water, walked ashore in the ripples of the setting sun, and strode away in high spirits.
At the same time, the Bodhi tree in Lingshan Mountain in the west was radiant with light, the sound of Zen was lingering, and the sound of endless Taoism reverberated through Lingshan Mountain, shaking the world. After meeting Yin and Zhunti, they immediately looked overjoyed.
After six years of becoming a monk at the age of twenty-nine, the thirty-five-year-old Siddhartha Gautama finally achieved full enlightenment under the Bodhi tree today.
From then on, he preached scriptures and helped people in the vast land of northern and southern Tianzhu. People respectfully called him Sakyamuni!
After King Brahma learned about this, he personally went to ask him to explain Buddhism, spread Buddhism throughout the world, let people understand Buddhism, and elevated the status of Buddhism to that of gods.
"boom--"
A loud booming sound came from the direction of Xiniu Hezhou, and then the Taoist rhyme rose up, and the Zen sound sounded, getting louder and louder, singing throughout the heavens. Those with endless supernatural powers in the three realms suddenly woke up from their retreats and looked towards the direction of Xiniu Hezhou. .
Even Yuan Shi, who had just finished his retreat, was diverted by this movement. He raised his head and looked towards the west, and immediately saw the golden Buddha light on the Lingshan Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou, shining brightly for half of Xiniu Hezhou, and the sound of Taoism lingered endlessly. The Zen sound sounded like countless people chanting sutras, and the sound became louder and louder.
A huge bodhi tree soars into the sky, full of greenery, luxuriant branches, and golden Buddha light lingering in it. It stands up to the sky and suppresses the void, as if the entire sky of Xiniu Hezhou is being supported by these branches. There is endless fairy air and glow around the tree, and the auspicious air is auspicious and extremely sacred, giving people a sense of tranquility.
"Huh? Is Buddhism about to be established?"
Yuanshi knew what was happening at a glance. Two Western saints wanted to abandon Taoism and establish Buddhism, create Western Buddhism, and achieve the supreme Buddhahood.
The founding of Buddhism represented that the two sages in the West were independent of Taoism and formed their own religion. It also represented the beginning of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.
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