[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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Parvati didn't start devoting right away.

She looked at the elder brother in front of her.

He came suddenly, silently, just like this from a distance, with the morning light and the sun, his lotus feet printed clear marks on the ground, his eyes were bright, shining with the light of wisdom; He came from afar, with compassion and love in his hands, his fingertips were shining, and the truth of phantom power was engraved on his forehead; he came from afar, leading a mastiff and grabbing rice grains , His hair is rolling and wavy, and there is auspiciousness winding around his ears.

He appeared in front of her like this and solved all her problems.

He took the water from her hand and used it to fulfill her wish.

His smile is so familiar, his tone of voice is so pleasant, his character is so noble, his words are so soft... Parvati swears that he will never be a stranger.

So she looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

He smiled: "I am your elder brother."

"No," she shook her head, "What I'm asking is who are you.

"Where do you come from, where are you going, why can you help me, what kind of powerful power do you have to fight Mahadeva, whose son are you, whose father are you, yours Who is your lover, who is your partner, who can define you, and who can you define?

"That's my problem.

"I didn't ask if you were my brother, my dear brother."

Parvati's words are too clever, just like herself, clever and mischievous.

Narada was behind her, in a place where she couldn't see, he couldn't help smiling and bending his eyebrows.

The elder brother who came from afar finally showed a rare shyness, he smiled, showing his true face.

All four of his arms are exposed—he wears a golden crown with peacock feathers swaying in the wind; he holds a magic weapon in his hand, and the God of Wonder □□ rotates the power of destruction, and the five snails urge it to move Holding the source of life, the moonlight pestle shows auspicious colors, and the red lotus in the palm shows happiness and joy.

Around his neck is the garland of ever-victorious, which never fades, and whose fragrance is everlasting.

On his breast hangs the shining jewel, which shines brightly and which is never extinguished.

Gold ornaments adorned his body, but they could not be compared with himself, their beauty and brilliance were less than a millionth of his gorgeous complexion.

His feet stepped on the ground, instantly purifying all the filth on the ground.

He is Narayan.

He is the eternal Lord of the Snow Mountain King.

He is Vishnu.

He is the eternal main god of the Snow Mountain King and Queen.

He is Mahali.

He is Parvati's elder brother and the perfect friend in her heart.

He stood in front of her and showed her everything about him.

But Parvati couldn't accept his help forever, she couldn't rely on his help to win her love, so she went up to him and bowed to him—first, she worshiped him as the main god; after that, she She respected him as a brother; finally, she loved him as a friend.

After saluting three times, she said: "No matter who you are, you will always be my elder brother, but my love is different from the love that other women seek. Na Luoyan, please don't stretch me any more." Help me, or I will never be able to get close to Mahadeva. He is very stubborn."

Both Narayan and Narada laughed at her words.

"Okay, Parvati." Narayan answered her, "I will not help you on this road any more, dear sister, but once your own safety is endangered, I will definitely not take this moment into consideration." Promise to you."

Parvati nodded: "Yes, my brother, this is the kind of help I can accept. If any evil demon wants to kill me, then I will ask you for help, I swear."

They smile at each other.

Narayan pointed to the Shiva Linga that had been built on the ground, and said, "But since this Linga has been built, why don't you start offering it immediately?

Parvati nodded and began offering.

She worshiped this Linga, offering it with heart and love, and soon, she passed on her heart to Mahadeva, and Mahadeva had no choice but to accept it all.

Narayan stood aside, watching her touch Mahadeva before returning to the sea of ​​milk, pulling Goddess Lakshmi to look at the world together——

It was many years, and at this time, Mahadeva had compromised and was going to the Snow Mountain King's palace to propose marriage to the Snow Mountain King.

He sang carols all the way to the palace of Snow Mountain King.

The immortals and his disciples surrounded him, and they showed him the form of a wandering artist, swaying to his singing along the way.

He praised Narayan, and at the same time was intoxicated by the brilliance of Narayan.

Om, Namo Narayana!

He sang of the lotus eyes that are older than the oldest, he sang of the skin color of the supreme celestial being, he sang of the man with a gold platform in his belly, he sang of the holy god with a pure soul.

Peaceful in appearance, lying on the bed of snakes, with lotus growing from the navel, the core of all things, with a cloud-like complexion, holy incarnation, loved by the goddess Lakshmi, thought by yogis, I bow to you, God Vishnu, God of the universe Lord, destroy all inequality and fear...Praise be to Narayana!Praise to Narayana!

Mahadeva's singing is from far to near, his voice is so pleasant, his tunes are so dexterous, his singing is so stable and stable...

Parvati heard the singing in the Snow Mountain King's palace, and she knew immediately who was coming, but out of maiden shyness, she didn't tell anyone, but ran to her parents with her companion.

"My daughter, did you hear?" Manavati listened to the distant singing with great enjoyment for a while, tilting his head with his ears pricked up, and then said, "My Parvati, my dear Uma, you Listen, how beautiful this is!"

Snow Mountain King Himalat also said: "Yes, yes, I have never heard such a good hymn!"

"Then why not invite a carol singer to sing for us?" Parvati suggested, "This man must be a follower of Narayan, he must be very devout, he may be the most devout in the world He is dead, so let's invite him, father, mother, do you agree?"

Snow Mountain King and his wife won't feel bad about what their daughter says is good.

They immediately sent someone to invite the singer, and brought out the best marigolds and milk to welcome the singer.

After a while, the singer entered the palace with his companions.

Instead of saluting to anyone, he just stood there and continued singing.

A very plainly dressed companion saluted the Snow Mountain King and said, "Your Majesty, he will wake up from his intoxication only after singing the hymns, and he will wake up from Narayan's grace only after singing the hymns. Only after the chants can one wake up from the love of Vishnu."

The Snow Mountain King nodded. He would not punish the singer just because he didn't want to salute himself. With his singing voice, he could become the god of singing.

So, when the caroler woke up and wanted to salute everyone, the Snow Mountain King automatically canceled his etiquette: "Caroler, you don't need to salute to any of us, you just need to dedicate your singing and dancing to us, And I will give it to you."

The caroler nodded, and without speaking he stepped back, pushing between his companions.

Soon, his singing sounded again.

That was the sound of his dancing feet, matching the rhythm of his mouth, making the foot bells collide with his dancing to make a series of sounds, shaking the world.

The first thing he sang was the spiritual fish Mocha.

From a small fish no smaller than a fingernail to a giant fish that can drag the world, he tested the firmness of Manu, the ancestor of mankind, and preserved all the creatures in this world. The fire of life was born in his hands , Continuation, the spirit fish Mocha living in the sea, he is water, but like fire.

Afterwards, he sang the praises of the turtle Kurimo.

This tortoise has not yet appeared in the world, but Mahadeva has performed his sacredness through singing and dancing, and dedicated it to the Snow Mountain King's family. This is a huge tortoise. As a base, he carries the power of the world.He does not move in the water, but he is stronger than any animal.

Next, he sang the praises of the wild boar Varaha.

This powerful beast form is the divine power to save the earth mother and kill Asura Jinmu. His power is huge, his fangs are huge, and his form is so complete that his own color can also be seen. .

Then, he sang Narasinha.

This is the most terrifying form of Narayan. His hugeness and strength, his anger and his rage, his kindness and his gentleness, are all displayed in Naluo Xinhe at this moment. The rage of God cannot be eliminated by any violence, but the love of believers can destroy all anger.

After that, what he sang was Vamana.

The Brahman dwarf who crossed the three realms of heaven and earth in three steps, his wisdom and love are passed on to others. Even King Bethleigh, who lost his country, was not sad because of this. As for the love of the world, Vamana, he doesn't care about the slander and rumors about him among the Asuras, and he never even takes it seriously.He was Vamana, and he promised Aditi to be her son, so he fulfilled his promise.

Then, he sang the praises of Rama.

This Brahmin warrior was brave and invincible. He killed the Kshatriya who persecuted the Brahmin, and the Kshatriya who was killed by his sharp sword would ascend to the heaven of Indra, but his battle ax was eternal. , he will fight with Vishnu at the end, when the last incarnation of Vishnu enters the world, and cleanse the world of lawlessness.

Then he sang praises to Rama.

Rama, the beloved of all women, the role model of all men, the object of meditation of all yogis, the darling of all gods - Rama.He is a mortal, but not a mortal, he uses bows and arrows, he respects his teachers, he has an incomparable magic weapon, he has a beautiful and unparalleled wife, he loves his brothers, he respects his subjects, he stands for his father's oath Promised, he buried his enemies... His virtue is eternal, how can there be lawlessness if everyone is like him?

Afterwards, he sang the praises of the black god Krishna.

Rama's example lost its effectiveness, so Krishna came to the world. He never shy away from revealing the essence of his supreme god, but he did not really use his divine power to forcibly reverse the movement of the world. If Rama is a role model, Kṛṣṇa, then, is the guru, and the guru's childhood was spent playing, breaking cream jars, stealing cream from them, eating his face, but never admitting: "I haven't The cream jar is tall, how can you break the hanging jar?"

Finally, he sang the praises of Galgi on a white horse.

The coming of Galgi, the brave man on a white horse, is the end of one calamity and the beginning of another calamity.

Parvati looked at the singer who was shuttling among her companions, and she couldn't help laughing—of course she recognized that this was her Mahadeva, and she also knew the stories of Narayan's incarnations like the back of her hand.