[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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Brick houses and thatched huts have been added to this pure retreat forest. There are Shiva Linga for worship and Vishnu statues for worship, flowers for women to pick and cinnabar for girls to decorate. Shared with Huami, there are swings for children to play and wooden pestles for adults to work.

The thatched cottages are decorated with patterns, the brick houses are carved with scriptures, the flowers are scattered with happiness, the trees are full of fruits, the grass is covered with carpets called "comfortable", and the water grows called "Comfortable". "Auspicious" lotus, in this forest of pure cultivation, there is nothing but consummation.

Jayanthi also lived here. She lived here with Nandi and the others. She had her own hut and her own small courtyard. She even made a girl out of flowers and asked Narayantian to give this girl a A kind soul, and in this way, she has a lovely daughter, even though she knows that this daughter is not real, but listening to the scriptures of the two Lords these days, Jayanthi suddenly wants to ask, what is the truth in this world? What is real.

If everything is an illusion of Maya, then is she herself real? If she is not real, then is her hatred for Sukara real?

Jayanti named the girl Maya.

Maya is the meaning of illusion. Jayanti wants to tell herself that all of this is false and unreal. Her love, her hatred, and all the emotions she indulged in before that should not exist are like dreams. The illusions of her life, and when these illusions became her beloved children, the feelings that caused her pain disappeared.

What else can't be seen through?

Jayanthi took Maya to live in the pure cultivation forest. She was like the most common mortal Brahman woman. Prepare delicious radu for the Lord.

"Mother!" Maya ran in and threw herself into Jayanti's arms, "Mother, the Narada Immortal brought a woman with a big belly!"

Jayanti rubbed Maya's head and asked her to eat Radu, while she went out to see who the sage Narada had brought.

When she went out of the door, she saw Narada walking in front, followed by a pregnant woman. This woman was wearing beautiful clothes that could only be worn by a queen, and she was wearing a embroidered sari that could only be used by a queen. , even the bells and gold chains on the ankles are so delicate and beautiful.

At this time, I heard Narada say: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. My master is explaining the classics to the students. Look, they are over there." Jayanti laughed, "Oh, your beautiful princess is here too, Maya must be very obedient today, so please help take care of the pregnant Queen Gayadu, and take her after the master finishes speaking the scriptures. Go see me, do you think it's okay?"

"Sage, you are my grandfather, of course I am happy to serve you." Jayanti walked over and supported Gayadu who was accompanied by a maid.

She knew that Gayadu was the wife of the Demon King of the Golden Bed, but this queen had a lovely appearance and a gentle temperament. She was also a victim of the hopeless expansion of the Golden Bed Valley, and she also had no choice.

Jayanti seemed to be able to see how this queen married the golden bed many years ago. She was still a girl and full of dreams for the future. She fell in love with the bravery of the golden bed, or the golden bed Persistence and strength... So she walked up to him and put a wreath of marigolds on him. However, the wreath will wither sooner or later, and the dream will be shattered sooner or later. No one can guarantee everything in the future.

"Sister, you hurt me..." Gayadu's arm trembled.

"I'm sorry, sister, my strength is naturally stronger than others, so I practice hard here, just not to hurt others." Jayanti smiled and helped her to sit on the stone chair at the door, " Maybe you want to listen to the Vedic scriptures narrated by the Lord? He spoke very clearly, and it is easier to understand the mysteries than those taught by priests and immortals. Even my youngest daughter Maya can sing hymns after hearing it. Let the two horse boys heal the wounded deer in the forest."

What Jayanti said made Gayadu, a woman who is about to give birth, arouse infinite desire in her heart. She is about to give birth, and she really hopes that the child will be born safely, and she does not expect him to be so powerful. As long as it is safe, she will contented.Therefore, people with great power are the objects she wants to pray for.

"Then please take me there, sister, I hope to get his blessing." Gayadu said, standing up with Jayanti's support.

They walked to the square where the scriptures were preached.

All the Brahmins were sitting on the ground, holding scriptures in their hands, listening to the Sanskrit sound that was far away but close at hand.

The voice seemed to come from the sky, from the sea, whispered in the ear, and grew from the soil under the feet... The sound was more beautiful than any kind of music, and it was also more beautiful than any birdsong. The sound is also more beautiful than any gurgling water. The sound carries justice and reason, kindness and compassion, sympathy and knowledge. It not only enters people's ears, but also flows into the human mind.

Gayadu couldn't help clasping his hands together.

She was moved by such a voice, and couldn't help singing hymns together with the Brahmins.

Seeing that she was so devout, Jayanti had a smile on his face.

Nandi pretended to be a young Brahmin, and those Brahmins who came to listen to the scriptures were the sons of the Lord Dakshasa who were compatible with the Dharma. They came and went in a hurry, no longer bound by the shackles of this world, and they were extremely happy. Don't suffer anymore because you can't reach the truth.

However, the person who turned into a mentor was not Narayantian.

That is Mahadeva.

Vajra Bodhi seeds are wrapped around his body, and the bun on the top of his head is high, but the content of the explanation is the deeds of Narayantian.

When the explanation of the scriptures was over, Mahadeva said: "You are all saints who understand the Dharma. If the world needs you, you will go to spread good deeds. Now, please stay here, and my wife will arrange for each of you. Good food and shelter." As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand—

Gayadu followed the right hand of the supreme teacher to see, and what he saw was a stunning woman in a red sari.

She is unbelievably beautiful.

Gayadu is a beauty, the wives her husband snatched are all beauties, the granddaughter of the fairy she just saw is still a beauty, but none of them has the beauty of this beauty... even she is so shameless that she even Her ruby ​​nails were no match.

That is a beauty whose beauty cannot be defined in words.

Her complexion is so beautiful that it reminds people of Jasmine, her brows are full of elegance and agility, her eyes are full of affection and love, the tip of her nose outlines the sweetness of lotus flowers, and her mouth is full of honey and sweetness. The juice of sugarcane, her neck is like a white conch, her shoulders are as round as pearls, and the hair on her shoulders curls down her cheeks like waves in circles, so beautiful, even if she is Using so many similes, it is impossible to describe her as a half-beautiful woman, she is the wife of this noble and supreme teacher, and she looks dull even with a bright red sari, like old clothes, Lost its bright color.

For this beautiful girl, any decorations on her body can only be used as a foil, and the huge gemstone hanging on her chest is shining with brilliance that is even less than one ten-thousandth of her own brilliance.

Gayadu was immediately conquered by such a beauty, she couldn't imagine why such a beauty was here, but when she looked at the holy teacher, she suddenly realized why, so she walked to the teacher with her hands together Greeting her in front of the beauty.

"May you live long, queen." The beauty stretched out her hand to bless her, "The penance on the golden bed has not yet been completed, and Indra's army has rushed into your country. Wang Cheng, queen, I suggest you hold the bracelet here ceremony."

Hand bracelet ceremony, pray for safe childbirth, and also pray for the happiness and well-being of children.

The beauty said, and led Gayedu into a small house, which has everything you need, and she said: "Queen, before sending you back, you lived here, and your maid's room is at the door Finally, everything here can appear as long as you think, but you have to be careful, because it didn't come for no reason."

After speaking, she asked Jayanti to stay here and teach Gayadu how to obtain everything.

Gayadu looked at the beautiful woman's graceful back, and asked with longing and nostalgia in his heart: "Who is she, which princess is she? Whose daughter is it? Which goddess is it? So-and-so's wife?" Such beauty, such compassion, such intoxicating, such elegant splendor?"

"Queen, she is Moses Ni."

Moses, who is she?

She is the phantom body of Narayan, she is Narayan, she is the ultimate illusion of Narayan, she is the concubine used by Mahadeva to show the way of husband and wife in the last world, but she is It's not a real woman, because her existence is just the magic power of Luo Yantian.

All the celestial beings in the pure cultivation forest have returned to their rooms, while Mahadeva is still sitting under the bodhi tree.

Moses Ni had been able to bring him milk and Radu.However, he didn't intend to move, instead he looked at Radu.

"Maha Deva..." Mohini shook his head, so he had to pick up Radu and feed it to his mouth, "I didn't do it."

"I know." Mahadeva opened her mouth, bit Radu, and also bit Mohini's finger in her mouth.

"Stop talking." Mosini's fingers stirred in his mouth, "It's something from the Golden Bed Palace, and it's doing well anyway."

However, Narayan, who incarnated as Mohini, forgot that Mohhini means the enchanted body. Even if it is just an illusion, it already has the essence of fascinating all beings. Even Mahadeva cannot escape this essence. This is an indestructible quality inherent in him, for he represents all attractions.

And Mohini's fingers just stirred in Mahadeva's mouth and collided with his tongue, which made Mahadeva feel anxious and unable to resist.

He grabbed Mohini's hand, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped her other hand around her waist as thin as an altar—Mohini, Narayan's incarnation, in his eyes, she She is very similar to Na Luoyan, except that she is petite like a woman, she is almost the same as Na Luoyan, but she is not exactly the same as Na Luoyan.

"Maha Deva, in your eyes, what do I look like?" She asked softly.

"Narayan..."

"It's Mosini." She reached out her finger and touched his lips, "But, are you full? If you are full, then I'll eat it all, anyway, I haven't eaten yet."

"Then you have eaten, let's go to rest?" Mahadeva suggested, "I remember Nandi picked a lot of flowers back."

Mohini patted Mahadeva's hand away, turned his face and covered the corners of his mouth.

Only then did Mahadeva realize that she had been fooled again.

Different from Narayan himself, each of his incarnations has its own temper, Motsha is softer, Varoha has a stronger temper, and Mosini...Mosini loves to laugh and play, some Pampered, but still compassionate and kind in nature, no matter which incarnation it is, it exists for the sake of saving the world. Even Krishna, who likes to play the most, Mahadeva knows that he will eventually lose everything for the sake of saving the world.

Therefore, he will never lose his temper with Narayan's incarnation, even if they play with him.

Moses, however, was a little different.

Mahadeva grabbed Mohini again and took her into her arms: "I won't trust you anymore."

"Okay, then I apologize to you." Mosini changed quickly, completely different from other women, "But I will still lie to you."

"Sleep!" Mahadeva nodded, acquiescing to the fact that Mohini would lie to him, but she was not willing to let go of Mohini's hand, "Surya has gone back." He closed his mouth Eyes, sure enough, the sky began to darken, and night came like this.