[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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Jayanti instantly understood what Mahadeva meant. She clasped her hands together and respectfully praised the two Lords, and her understanding of herself became clearer.She asked, "Lord, if women can go to war and win and gain honor, why do men not want women to do this? Why do they prevent women from doing this?"

Mahadeva laughed and said, "Because they are men."

"Then why, Mahadeva, you and Narayantian don't think that way?"

"Because they are not men, they are gods, they are three-phase gods. Their divinity is transcendent, so they naturally think differently from others." Lakshmi replied.

Jayanti nodded in agreement. The place she lives in is a kingdom established by the living masters and gods on the basis of their most noble. In these places, they cannot make other people more superior creatures, and the three-phase god It's different, they transcend life and death, and they don't care about these at all.

So she put her arms around Maya, sat on the ground, and listened to the Lords tell her what happened outside.

All of this is just a manifestation of Maya's illusion.

Her father Indra led the gods to fight against the army of the golden bed.

Na Luoyantian told her: "Indra led [-] gods, [-] gandharvas, [-] yakshas, ​​and [-] immortals. Among them is Sukara, who holds the spell of resurrection, so the immortals fight against Asura with weapons. No matter how many Asura they kill, Sukara can resurrect them, and the immortals enter reincarnation after they die. Above, Indra held up his treasured pestle, and the magic weapon for releasing lightning roared in his hand, but it was daytime, and the golden bed would not die in the daytime because of the blessing of Brahma, so he resisted countless lightning bolts, Make Indra powerless against it."

Jayanti covered her lips with her hands, and what she was worried about finally happened.

"Sujialuo stopped the king of the golden bed, and he said: 'Your Majesty, Indra is the emperor of heaven. He can be overthrown, but he cannot be killed. Killing him is to overturn the crime of killing Brahma!' However, the king of the golden bed said :' Even the son of a Brahmin, as long as he does not have enough knowledge and virtue, he will not be a Brahmin, and the Emperor of Heaven, what virtue can he do? If he has the ability, he will not be overthrown by me, so I will bestow He died!'”

"Lord, this is something I cannot accept!" After all, Jayanti was Indra's daughter, and her pain was doubled because of this.

However, Na Luo Yantian said: "Therefore, someone brought him here."

At this time, a white light suddenly flashed in front of Jayanti, and Indra and the Priest Immortal appeared in front of her without warning.

"Father!" Jayanti yelled and fell at Indra's feet.

The Immortal Priestess was also in extreme pain, he folded his hands together, threw himself at Luo Yantian's feet and cried bitterly.

Indra is also the same as the priest priest. The two gods cried tears all over their faces, and Indra put one hand on the head of his daughter Jayanti. He didn't know whether he should pray to Narayantian or not. He should pray to his daughter, but he didn't know whether he should pray for forgiveness or protection.

"Indra, you go and live in the house over there temporarily, and the priest can be your neighbor." Shiva came over at this time, holding a large plate of Radu in his hand, "This matter , will subside."

Indra, who was pulled down from the position of Emperor of Heaven for the first time, finally stopped crying. His crying was not because of his own incompetence, nor because he lost the position of Emperor of Heaven. What he cried was that no one in the Three Realms could stop the golden bed anymore. And the Golden Bed is the Lord of the Three Realms, so he must kill the gods under him... Those poor Devas, those poor Gandharvas, those poor Yakshas... those heartbreaking immortals, if they all die , who will appease their parents, who will raise their children?Indra thought again of his concubine Shezhi, the beautiful girl who he rescued after killing the evil king of Asura. Although she was also Asura, she was lovely and beautiful and hated killing—and now Woolen cloth?Will she be taken away by the golden bed king?

He stroked his daughter Jayanti's hair and cried: "Your mother, I rescued her from evil, took her to the garden of heaven full of flowers, and held a reunion with her under the witness of Brahma. The wedding of Fa-rectification, my daughter, if the king of the golden bed takes her away and makes her fall into evil again, how should I bear it? How can I fulfill my oath to her? It will kill me!"

Indra's crying broke Jayanti's heart.

She looked at Luo Yantian, put her hands together, and prayed silently in her heart.

"She will be fine." Narayantian said to her, "Mahadeva will not let this happen."

"Narayantian, if you really can't, I ask you to give me strength and tell me how to defeat the king of the golden bed!" Indra stood up, he didn't want to live in the stone house, and he didn't want to have sex with the priest. Neighbor, he just wants to drive out the evil that has taken over his kingdom.

"This is bound to happen, Indra, you shouldn't be anxious and angry because of this." Mahadeva said, "Shezhi is the mother of Jayanti, and Jayanti has a marriage contract with the priest priest. If the golden bed If he wants to occupy her, then he will become the target of public criticism, even if it is for himself, he will not do this."

"But that's Asura, it's Asura!"

Indra never believed in Asura, of course he didn't believe in Asura!

"Emperor of Heaven, you should understand who you are talking to." Luo Yantian stared at him, "If the golden bed does this, I will kill him immediately, and if he doesn't, he won't die because of it."

After speaking, he ignored Indra.

The sacrificial priest had no choice but to go over, knelt down at his feet, and prayed devoutly.He prayed for a long time, until his body was covered with dust, Na Luoyan waved his hand and showed them the same thing in the golden bed palace.

In the palace of the golden bed, which is the original palace of Indra, he specially made people guard the courtyard of Shezhi. The outside is full of troops and guards. No Asura can enter it. Every day there are beautiful Asura The woman sent delicious food and rich clothes, but the golden bed never came near the courtyard.

"Brother, that's Indra's concubine!" Horiga reappeared in the palace. Even if she was driven away, she could still find a chance to come back, and her ghost lingered.

"Holiga!" Jin Zhuo stared at her, "Are you telling me to attack a poor woman?"

"I'm just saying that everything in this world belongs to you, my dear brother!" Holliga clasped her chest with both hands, as if offering her sincerity to the golden bed.

"So I won't rob a poor woman, Holliga, aren't you a woman? Why do you frame other women again and again, my sister, what's wrong with you?" Jin The bed dragged her to the ground, "Holiga, my sister, if you want to instigate me to do those evil things again, I will crush your head and let your brains flow out of the city of good view, directly Flow to the world!"

Holliga was too scared to speak anymore.

Because of the terrifying appearance of the golden bed, Indra was also frightened by such an action for a while.

At this time, Holliga had already got up from the ground, ran to Gayadu's room, fell directly at her feet, held her ankles with both hands and cried loudly: "Sister-in-law, my sister-in-law! I'm sorry for you, I am a bad person, I am so evil, I am so shameless, I taught my brother to marry so many women... But I really don't want you to suffer, my sister-in-law, please don't let my brother crush my head Come on, please have mercy!"

Gayadu was taken aback.

Pharaharada standing next to her immediately went to help Holika.

The young boy asked, "Auntie, it's pitiful for you to cry like this, but mother didn't let father kill you—my mother was devout and compassionate, and she wouldn't kill anyone, let alone you?"

"But my brother threatened to kill me!" Horiga told Gayadu the whole story.

When Gayadu heard this, she immediately understood who had such a great influence on the King of the Golden Bed, but she didn't say anything, she just persuaded Holliga: "Your Majesty already understands the importance of emotions and the value of women's wishes, Holliga , even if it’s not you, even if it’s me, even if it’s his son, if he persuades him like this today, he will go mad with anger, so please don’t keep asking him to snatch women, dear sister, my majesty is already a A god-king with extremely high morality."

Gayadu was happy in her heart. She changed into a beautiful sari and took her youngest son, Bharaharata, to see the King of the Golden Bed.

However, the Immortal Priest was frightened by the Golden Bed King's reaction. He asked: "Then Luo Yantian, Datian, is it normal for such a Golden Bed King? It seems that he is really speaking for women's rights, but...he treats his sister like that, but that is his sister! How can a brother not love his sister?"

The words of the Priest Immortal shocked Indra, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Narayantian.

As for Na Luo Yantian, he was no longer in his original position.

Goddess Lakshmi said: "Narayantian and Mahadeva made an appointment to go hunting today. You two can wait here, or...help me move all the whipped cream to the house."

As the emperor of heaven, of course Indra didn't intend to do anything, but he was a student of the Priest Immortal, and a student was like a son. How could he watch the Priest Immortal carry the butter while he stood by with his hands?

Under Jayanti's disapproving eyes, he finally moved, moving the jars of cream into the room.

Indra didn't know why Narayantian still had the time and energy to hunt in such a precarious situation, let alone...why did he hunt?

And Na Luoyan, he was changing into the clothes of an ascetic at this time, tied his hair into a bun, replaced the gold armbands on his arms with sandalwood ones, and even the necklace hanging around his neck was also changed. It was changed to a bodhi rosary.

"Does this look good, Mahadeva?" he asked.

"I like you in any form, Narayan," Mahadeva replied.