Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 16: : Goodbye old friend

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We set off early the next morning. I really want to stay in this dry city investigation that has long disappeared in the 21st century, but thinking again and again, I followed the Persians. The Persians are actually going back for me, how can I delay their time. And for my own safety, I have to go. Who knows whether I will encounter thieves again.

Go to Guizi first, and come back later. Anyway, it's not far from Guizi. So I made a circle around the city early in the morning and did the simplest survey. I also marked the location on the map, so I could find it later.

When I left, I reluctantly watched it as the dry city gradually disappeared in my eyes, and there were many places along the road that surprised me. I discovered a ruined pass in the Han Dynasty, with Feng Sui remaining. Taking a rest at noon, I hurriedly surveyed and found many fragments of sand and gray pottery, coins of the Han Dynasty. According to the geographical location, it should be Wulei Pass of the Han Dynasty. In the future, Datang will rebuild the beacon tower and the fort near this site, and there will be military reclamation and field cultivation around it. The scale will be larger, and the buildings will remain in the 21st century.

In this way, a simple inspection, three days later, we arrived at Guizi.

Seeing the familiar city wall, my heart beats a lot faster, and I feel a little more "nearly nostalgic". Don't know he is in Guizi? How old is he now? Does he remember me?

I am dumbfounded when I enter the Dongcheng Gate to test the text. I was wondering if I could show my relationship with Guoshi Mansion. When I saw the Persian who spoke Tyrannosaurus, I stuffed a bag of things to the goalkeeper, so I waved my hand in.

Is it the familiar Qiuzi City-Yancheng? The streets and alleyways have been swept, and people are dressed in costumes and are rushing to the west, with a look of joy on their faces. I looked at the Persians and they shrugged to me. I had to catch a passerby and ask what it was doing. Passers-by saw me in Chinese costumes and told me that this was the Xingxiang Festival. Later, a treasure car would carry a Buddha image from the west gate into the city and patrol the city streets to show the image.

Line festival? The most popular Buddhist festivals in India and the Western Regions recorded by both Fa Xian and Xuan Zang?

The man looked at me a bit dazed, thinking that I, a Chinese, didn't know this festival, so he enthusiastically explained to me: Ever since Buddha's Nirvana, those who believe in Buddha wish to see the Buddha. So everyone thinks of making Buddha statues patrol the city on Buddha's birthday, and seeing the Buddha statue is like seeing the Buddha himself. At this moment, making a wish is more effective than ever.

I also know the origin of this "Xingxiang Festival". However, in the Central Plains area, the Xingxiang Festival did not spread, so I came at the right time, how can I miss this opportunity to see it with my own eyes? I talked to the Persians, they carried so much goods, they would definitely not be able to walk with me. Their head wanted to give money, but I refused. Then he took out a string of crystal-clear onyx arm beads and was about to stuff them into my hand. I had to close them.

After breaking up with the Persians, I followed the surging crowd to Simon. A temporary stand was set up on the west gate, decorated with large swaths of red and yellow curtains, adorned with flowers, and men and women with bright dresses on them. Although they could not see clearly, they were certainly the royal family and nobles of Guizi. I was squeezed out of the side gate of Ximen, and was forced to take dozens of steps outside the city gate. Finally I found a small place to stand and looked inward.

The red carpet was covered with hundreds of meters until the gate of Ximen. At this time, the head suddenly surged, and I quickly followed the eyes of everyone to tip the probe outside the city gate. I saw two identical giant four-wheeled vehicles, four or five meters high, decorated like a magnificent palace, hanging yellow Streamer cover. The Buddha statue I had seen in the convention hall outside Ximen stood in the car, and there were two smaller statues of Bodhisattva next to it. Buddha statues are made of gold and silver, and they are dressed in complicated yellow dresses and jewelry.

The car slowly approached the west gate and stopped at the carpet. At this time, I saw the white king of the tortoise, who was wearing a new dress, walked down from the stand, took off the crown, and held a pillar of incense barefoot and raised it over the head to the Buddha statue. He looked a lot older and his body was bloated again. Suddenly, I settled in. The man with a tall posture behind Bai Chun, the man with extraordinary demeanor in gold silk cassock, is him! It's really him!

Just like what was performed in the movie, everything turned into a phantom, and the noisy voice was suddenly dull, and only he was so clearly fixed on the whole picture.

He has grown up, looks like he is in his twenties. Nose bridge as tall as a Greek sculpture, big and bright eyes, long thick eyebrows. When the light gray eyes circulate, it seems to be able to penetrate everything in the world. He squeezed his thin lips tightly, and his sharp lips were intoxicating. He is tall now, certainly more than one meter eighty-five. The body is much stronger than when he was thirteen, and although he is still thin, he is well-proportioned. Narrow and long face, sharpened jaw, elegant neck like swan, all with beautiful lines. The vulgar temperament exuded from all over the body, standing in the crowd, can make the worldly turbidity around look ashamed.

Rosh, Rosh, how can you become so handsome and so good, after seeing you like this, which man can I look at in the 21st century?

Bai Chun knelt down to the Buddha statue, and next to the servant brought the flower pot, he put the incense on the incense case in front of the Buddha statue, and then sprinkled the flowers towards the Buddha statue. The crowd burst into cheers, and the queen who stayed in the gatehouse took all the noble relatives and daughters and sprinkled all kinds of petals down. At this time, the drums on the city tower were mingled, and the car started to start, slowly driving along the red carpet towards the city. Bai Chunyi led the way, and he followed.

I was anxious and shouted, "Rosh, Rosh, it's me, I'm here! I'm back!"

The crowd rushed to the city gate together. I was shoved and shoved, so I couldn't use my feet. He looked back suddenly, as if looking at me. I just wanted to call and was squeezed by the people behind and fell to the ground. By the time I crawled up and down, he had already gone. Staring at the slender figure that disappeared in the city gate, I couldn't help laughing. He should not hear my cry, so noisy and so chaotic, how can he hear it? Only then did my palms and elbows ache fiercely, and the skin was worn away. Alas, thin clothes in summer are really bad...

I followed the cart in the city and stopped when I reached temples and palaces. Then there were young men and women dressed in beautiful silk, twirling with a wooden tray. The **** on their bodies fluttered with the wind, and at the climax of the music, they sprinkled petals from wooden trays to pedestrians and Buddha statues, which attracted applause. There are also enchanting girls dressed in soft tulle, holding golden bowls in both hands, jumping barefoot, light and cheerful, occasionally raising their left feet, raising their hands above their heads. This dance posture is expressed in Dunhuang and Kizil frescoes.

Ask the old man on the side what these dances are, and the old man told me it was pan dance and bowl dance. Pan Wu needs to spread the yellow, white, and red flowers of the rain in the pan to spread to the Buddha and pedestrians, symbolizing the praise and praise of the Buddha. The bowl dance is based on the Buddha's six years of hard work, eating, living, and walking to restrain himself with extreme hardship, but he is hungry and is dying. Finally, under the bodhi tree, he finally realized Taoism and created Buddhism. After enlightening Taoism, the Buddha went to the river to wash his unwashed body for many years, and then received a bowl of chyle from a young girl. This bowl dance is a story about a girl applying chyle to Buddha.

Dance and music are very exciting, especially for me from the 21st century. But my heart seems to be always blocked, and my eyes are always through the dancers, through the Buddha statues, through the crowd, always looking for the unfathomable thin figure...

And every time, he seemed to see him, his head shook, and then looked closely, without a trace. Is my illusion? Think about "suddenly looking back, but the man is at the light fence". Take a breath and look back suddenly, no. Rub your eyes and look around again, still missing.

It was getting dark, people on the street were still singing and dancing, but I couldn't help but think about accommodation. Leaving the noisy crowd and walking a few inns, they were full. It is also expected that our May 11th, the tourist city is not overcrowded? Think about whether you want to go to Guoshifu, but you are afraid that your appearance will scare them. Of course I don't look fierce, and I am worthy of the audience. It is also regarded as a class flower in our graduate class in the history department. Of course, our class is mostly male. However, if you see a person who hasn't changed a little after more than a decade, how would you react?

It was the group of Persians who met the savior in a hurry. They took me to the Zoroastrian Chapel, which is exclusively operated by the Persians, and there is a place for accommodation behind, which is convenient for the Persians. It is similar to our Shaanxi Guild Hall and Wenzhou Chamber of Commerce. I spent my first night back to Guizi there.

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The description of Xingxiang section in the text is based on "Fa Xian Zhuan" and "Data of the Western Regions of Tang Dynasty". Fa Xian was born less than fifty years later than Jumorosh, so the image festival he recorded should be similar in the time of Jumorosh. When Fa Xian passed by India, he lived in Qumodi Temple.

According to "Fa Xian Zhuan": "Fa Xian waits to observe the image and stops on March. The 14th monk in his country (Yutian) is sacred to countless small ones. From April 1, the city will be swept away. The road is majestic, with all the way to the streets. There is a large curtain on the gate of the city, everything is decorated with rigor. The king and his wife are all living in it. Wheel-like car, three feet tall, like a temple, Qibaozhuang school, hanging streamer cover, like standing car, two bodhisattva servants, serving as heavenly servants, all carved with gold and silver, hanging in the void, like going to the door Hundred steps, Wang took off the crown, changed his new clothes, held the floral fragrance in vain, the wings greeted the statue from the city, the head and the feet were ceremonial, and the flowers burned incense. Majestic supplies, vehicles and vehicles are different, a Sangha blue is a daily image, from the first day of the month, to the 14th, the image is the image, the image is the image, the king and his wife are the ears of the palace."

Xuan Zang's "Data of the Western Regions of Tang Dynasty" records the portrait of Guizi: "Outside the west gate of the big city, there are standing Buddha statues on the left and right of the road, which are more than ninety feet high. Before this statue, a five-year meeting will be built. For dozens of days, monks from all over the country came to gather, from kings to servants, donated aboriginal services, fasted, and listened to the scriptures, and exhausted the sun. The decoration of Jin Qi is carried by all the people in the world.

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