[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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With Narayan's approval, Mahadeva's eyes became more gentle. He seemed to have lost the slightest bit of hostility belonging to the God of Destruction, and only possessed the compassion of the Lord of Compassion.Nandi didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but as long as it was his master's choice, it would definitely not be wrong.

Nandi has such respect and confidence in his Lord Mahadeva. He is so devout that he follows Mahadeva, no matter what he encounters, he will wholeheartedly protect Mahadeva.

Seeing Nan Di's loyalty, Na Luoyan was also moved by him - such believers are needed by all gods, and to want such a relationship between the Lord and believers requires countless efforts from the gods. Therefore, Narayan knew very well why Mahadeva cared so much about Nandi.

Therefore, he asked Nandi to be the assistant of the sculptor, and the sculptor was Shiva himself. He dressed himself very plainly, and the turban on his head was tied very casually, which created an unruly and unruly atmosphere of the sculptor himself. Feeling casual, in this mountain residence, he was waiting for Dasha's arrival.

"But... Narayan, how could Daksha come? He is so proud and self-satisfied, his level of pride is almost scarier than Indra!" Nandi asked puzzled.

Na Luoyan smiled and replied: "Nandi, you can't treat Dasha like this.

"Daksha is the lord of all living beings chosen by the three-phase god. He is the head of the living lord. He is also the heart-born son of Brahma. No matter how arrogant he is, Nandi, his arrogance is also caused by these names. The karma of achievement. And once he gets rid of these, then he will definitely get the supreme merit, and if he is trapped by these, he is the emperor of the world. So you can't simply see his arrogance, Nandi ’” Narayan said, adding two more statues to the quarry-like place.

This statue is in the form of a man.

It is carved to life.

Those lovely little feet are carved with anklets and bells, and the pair of fleshy calves are like lotus roots just dug out of the river, fresh and fair, and the face of this statue is lovely and handsome The appearance makes everyone sigh when they see it.

This lovely statue, it is so beautiful and so well-behaved.

"Narayan, this is..." Mahadeva touched the cheek of the little statue, and the joy and happiness displayed on the statue easily infected him.

"Ah, it's Mani Gandan." Narayan replied.

Mani Kantan, he is the complete Mani.

And when she is not complete now, it is difficult for him to show a correct and complete posture of the original person. Narayan used the statue to show the appearance of this child like Mahadeva—the future appearance of this child .

Narayan did not let Mani out, but Mahadeva knew that Mani was in Narayan's thigh, or would be in his arm, in his forehead, in his chest, in his chest. In the belly...all of these can be Mani's hiding place, just as Narayan can penetrate all things in the world.

And looking at the statue, Mahadeva knew what the child would be like in the future—what a wonderful fate he would have, what a lovely life he would have, what a pretty face he would have... these are all the source Since Narayan used his own power to conceive him... At this time, Mahadeva really wanted Mani to appear in front of him completely, but things were not so simple.

"Maha Deva, everything has its destiny, and Mani Gandan will not be born in advance." Narayan saw through his thoughts and said, "Everyone in this world has his own creation, and everything is like this. "

When he said this, Dasha had arrived.

Dasha came in with an arrogant attitude.His eyes wandered around, and finally fell on the sculptor, and spoke to the sculptor in a commanding tone.

Obviously, he is the lord of all living beings, the head of the lord of life, and he is naturally the one who wants the wind and the rain. How can such a person really put down his posture and ask an unknown sculptor?

"Go back, I won't change the appearance of people." The sculptor who turned into Mahadeva said, "I have to carve your mortar for you, friend." He turned and said to Narayan , "If the stone mortar is not done well, then nothing can be done well."

Nandy shook her head in agreement.

"What you have to do is to carve the face of my daughter's fiancé into a handsome man, instead of making a mortar here, sculptor, what you do is to despise the head of the living master!" Dasha was a little angry, But still suppressed his anger.

"Creator Dasha, it's your fault for saying this. It was my friend who first asked me to make a mortar and you came here later and asked me to make a statue—seriously, do you really believe that statues can change your appearance? I I have never done such a thing before, and I don’t even believe that I have such ability!” Mahadeva said, walking to Narayan’s side, “Come on, friend, take me to your house.”

"Thank you very much, friend. I will entertain you with the best of everything in my home." Narayan said, as if he really came to ask the carver to make a stone mortar for his home.

The dialogue and expressions between the two of them were natural and vivid, showing a special form. Seeing this, Nandi couldn't help clasping his hands together, with tears in his eyes.

This kind of situation can be shown to other people to watch later. It is also called drama, and one of them is used to educate people's hearts-the practice of Narayan and Mahadeva shows this way.

Dasha did not receive any inspiration.

He was very angry at the sculptor's non-cooperation, but Narayan told him that he must invite the sculptor politely and not quarrel with him... He didn't know why the sculptor would reject him as the Creator. Choose the cowherd, but now... If he can't bring the carver back immediately, then his wife Boluo Sudi will continue to faint for a few days!

"My business is more urgent, the carver, and you, the cowherd, I will present you with a hundred stone mortars, you let him go to my place first, and when he finishes my work, I will let him go to your house Build a stone mortar—well, I’ll give you another hundred cows, what do you think?” Dasha chose to use property as a lure.

"Dear Creator, you must not know the magic of the stone mortar my friend built. As long as you put rice in it, it will pound the rice by itself without me doing it yourself. Creator, this is an unimaginable benefit. Don't say anything. I won’t trade a hundred cows, even a thousand!” Na Luoyan shook his head, “Although I am your cowherd, I am not a greedy person.”

Na Luoyan's words made Dasha fall into thinking.

Dasha is not a stupid person, he easily understood the words of the cowherd in front of him, so he immediately said to Na Luoyan: "Then, cowherd, I invite you to my palace as a guest, you You will be my distinguished guests—you and the engraver, you are all my distinguished guests, I will entertain you with the etiquette of entertaining a king, please be sure to honor me, and don’t let me down."

"Then... Creator, why did you invite us?" Na Luoyan asked.

"I want the sculptor to help me first, cowherd, but you are right, it is really wrong for me to do so, so I want you to come to my country with the sculptor as a guest first." Dasha Said, "please rest assured, this is my sincere invitation, you two come to my country, you can not only play, but also experience different customs, and you can also taste the best radu and milk porridge, both of you , please come, since I want to get everything that should not belong to me, then I have to pay for it, so please be sure to ask me."

With that said, Dashha had put his palms together and saluted the two of them.

Dasha's remarks have already shown his "humility".

For this reason, Maha Deva was regarded as having completed his test and had to go back to the kingdom of his birth lord with him.And Narayan also went together—they sat on Daksha's elephant, watched the scenery along the way, and discussed what to do after arriving at Daksha's palace.

Na Luoyan still pretended that he was very concerned about the mortar. He mentioned the mortar several times and said, "My friend, you must make my mortar the best. I want it to be ten feet wide!"

"Then how do you use it?" Mahadeva asked with a smile.

"Don't worry about how I use it! Maybe I will let my cow use it!" Na Luoyan said, and raised his chin at him.

This is not a lie.

Nandi laughed - Naroyan was definitely not lying.The ten-foot-wide stone mortar can easily pound all the rice as long as Narayan's cattle are used.

It's just that Dasha didn't know that it was Narayan and Mahadeva, he just found it funny because of their conversation.

This group of people returned to the palace soon, but in the palace, Satie couldn't make Mahadeva make a statue she was satisfied with—her heart was full of Mahadeva, so how could she give Shabi a statue? Xu a normal face?

Na Luoyan saw this in his eyes but was helpless.

The dispute between Sati and Mahadeva became more and more serious. The two of them quarreled and reconciled, and reconciled and quarreled. As Kama said, there is no peace... really no peace.

"Kama is love, and love is debt." Hundreds of flowers flashed by, and Kama came to Narayan, "God, you call me?"

"Yes, Kama, I call you." Narayan sighed, "Kama, if two people love each other but always quarrel, how do you deal with them?"

"Of course it is to let the bad guys appear. When the bad guys appear, the two of them will reconcile. This is called happy enemies." Kamo said.

Na Luoyan nodded, and had no choice but to let Na Luo Da go to find Taraka again.

Nadharaka was originally saddened by the sudden appearance of Mahadeva's son, but the appearance of Narada gave him another opportunity.

"So, you mean that child is a girl?" Taraka laughed loudly, "I mean, how can a girl kill someone?" He took two steps forward and said vigorously, " So I still can't let Mahadeva marry Sati, rishi, what do you think?"

"I... I said? What does it have to do with me?" Narada shook his head, "No, no, no, it's not my fault, it has nothing to do with me at all!" He said, and hurriedly disappeared into the In the same place, it seems that he slipped away.