fake prince

Chapter 1247 Three Questions

Su Ziji didn't seem to realize it, closed the Brahma scriptures, looked at the Brahma God, thoughtfully, the statue of the Brahma God in this temple is faint, but already has a divine light.

Even the Brahma gods in the small temple in this place have divine light, the foundation is indeed not small.

Su Ziji stood silently in front of the incense table, looking at the tall Brahma statue, neither burning incense nor bowing. It was also strange that he kept silent, and immediately felt a bone-piercing pressure around him, and there was a moment of silence. You can hear a needle drop.

After a long time, Su Ziji smiled: "I heard that the Sanskrit religion came from the far west. It is originally in Sanskrit. Translate it into Chinese, will you?"

"Yes, there have been Luo Shi, Sheng Di, Xuan Yi, and Shi Zhi translators successively, all of whom are virtuous people who are proficient in Sanskrit Dharma."

"Hmm!" Su Ziji's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't pay attention when he heard it, he asked suddenly: "Have these virtuous people ever obtained fame?"

"..."

Even the people far away couldn't help but be speechless, and the monk still needs to obtain fame?

"My lord, they are monks, and they have never obtained fame." The old monk clasped his hands together, not understanding what he meant.

"I've heard that translation is three characters, that is, trustworthy, expressive, elegant."

"Faith is faithful, elegant is beautiful, and expressive is smooth. However, when I look at the Buddhist scriptures, elegant and elegant are good, but believers are not enough!"

"I would like to hear the nobleman's advice." The old monk was not angry when he heard this, and asked with clasped hands.

"In the past, there were merchants and envoys from the Sound Poison Kingdom, and they brought real things." Su Ziji asked with a smile, "The translator of this part called it a dragon, but the original thing is a cobra."

"The roc can eat five hundred snakes a day."

"In all dynasties of this dynasty, Long Wei was called the Son of Heaven by his generation, and he was called the Son of Dragon." Su Ziji asked flatly, with a very soft tone: "Except for the emperor, even the clan can't be called a dragon, but only a prisoner, a scorpion, and a mocking dragon." Feng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Biyan, Negative Chi, and Chiwen are just that.”

"Also known as Jiao."

"If the species are similar, it is understandable to translate Jackie Chan."

"It's a cobra, it's a mere poison, and it's also found in Middle Earth, but it's just translated as Jackie Chan, and even Dapeng eats five hundred little dragons a day, a dragon king."

"In the speeches and articles of this dynasty, the names of the monarchs or relatives are not directly spoken or written to show respect, let alone such things?"

"Grand Monk, do you think these people are ignorant, or do they have other motives?"

When the old monk heard it, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, murmuring that he couldn't think of it for a while.

"Also, the Chinese dynasties respected the heavens, regarded the heavens as their rulers and fathers, and ruled the world in the name of the son of heaven—everything people say and do will be done according to the heavens, and they must not dare to be self-confident!"

"From my perspective on the Brahma Sutra, the so-called four heavens and 33 heavens are all a corner of Mount Fanshan, not the vast and boundless sky, which can be called a boundary, why should it be translated into heaven?"

"Not only that, but there are hundreds of billions of heavenly sons and daughters. Does it imply that the sky is not worth the price, and the son of heaven is not worth it? Is there such a heart to despise the sky without a ruler or a father?"

Hearing this, the great monk couldn't stand anymore, he knelt down with a plop, and said: "Although Luo Shi, Sheng Di, Xuan Yi, Shi Zhi and others are worthy of virtue according to the Dharma, as the nobleman said, they have never It is difficult to practice etiquette in the world to obtain fame and fame, but the poor monk can guarantee that this is caused by vulgarity, not because of a rebellious and tyrannical heart."

Su Ziji listened, and smiled: "I also think that the Buddhist religion doesn't have such a heart—such unbelievable and indecent words, can they be changed?"

There was no one in the hall, and everyone was shivering from the cold. The great monk stiffened his body, frowning, and glanced at Su Ziji, knowing that if he didn't respond, let alone cooperation, disaster would be unpredictable immediately, so he sighed: "My lord That said, it should be changed."

"It's so 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 has been dilapidated for a long time, and there are no cigarettes, so I bought it and turned it into a temple."

"But it turned out that the statue was not discarded, and it was moved to the side hall—your lord, is there something wrong?"

"You can move the abandoned statues to the side hall. This is a kind act of continuation of life and death, and there is nothing wrong with it." Su Ziji smiled: "Do you know who Lu Jian was originally?"

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"A county magistrate in the previous dynasty!" Su Ziji smiled again: "Lu Jian is just a recruiter, and he will only be a county magistrate in his life."

"When I was the county magistrate, he once said that I was just a juren, no matter how good my performance test was, I would not be promoted to the provinces and prefectures, and I would only hang around in the prefectures and counties. If that is the case, why don't you put your heart into serving the country and the people and governing one side? "

"That's what he said, and that's what he did."

"In the six years of his tenure, he cracked down on thieves, dug canals to irrigate the fields, and the people wrote thousands of words to ask for re-election, and the court agreed, so he died in office in the eighth year."

"The magistrate of Lu county was not granted imperial title, but the people spontaneously built a shrine for him."

Su Ziji had a smile on his face when he said this: "Although the magistrate of Lu County is a low-ranking official, he can read and understand. It is very rare to have a virtuous person.”

"Whether it's the former Wei or Da Zheng, there is only a shortage of people like this."

"It's a pity that people in the world are so ignorant, and only three generations of kindness have left this person in the cold. It's a good deed for you to survive and die, but it's a pity that there are some small flaws."

"The poor monk is vulgar, I hope the nobleman will give me advice."

"I will offer 300 taels of silver. Please build another Lu Jian Temple near the temple, and then move the statue there. You can take care of it at ordinary times, okay?"

"You should obey your orders." The old monk clasped his hands together without any hesitation.

"good!"

After Su Ziji finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, Cao Zhi could see clearly at this moment, and his eyes turned red.

The Taisun's move is full of hidden symbols, so Cao Zhi couldn't help admiring it. At this moment, he stretched out his hand, and hurriedly lit the incense to hold it for Su Ziji. Su Ziji put his hands into the stove, slightly raised his jaw, and took a step back , this is righteousness.

The so-called zhen bow means that, except for the first three bows and nine kowtows, the emperor just bows to Tianxing.

Why do you worship God if you don't worship the sky?

Su Ziji turned around and smiled: "Correct your mistakes, great kindness, it's impossible to have a temple without temple property, I will pay for a hundred acres of land as temple property."

"Thank you nobleman!" The old monk showed gratitude: "It's getting late, can you eat fast in this temple?"

As soon as I raised my hand, I saw a table of evening meals. It was not rich, but very clean.

Sweet and sour cucumber, mushroom ball soup, cabbage, roasted tofu, fungus and gluten, how could the grandson have a banquet outside? Cao Zhi stepped forward and said in a low voice: "It's getting late, we are still waiting at home." , please go back early."

"Let's go back!" Su Ziji would never be willful in this regard, let alone take any risks, so he smiled and started to go out.

Just walking out of the gate, the bell behind it rang, melodious and deep, echoing in the air.

(End of this chapter)