[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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Since King Niu Jie only had one daughter, he certainly couldn't name her lightly, so he waited until the day when Su Jialuo came and asked Su Jialuo, the mentor of the Asuras, to name his daughter——Su Jialuo It was difficult to see the fate of the child, but he saw that the girl had a lovely face and big eyes, and she looked very blessed, so he said: "This child's appearance is blessed, King Niu Jie , her name is Duofu."

The moment she was named by Su Jialuo, Princess Duofu burst into tears.

"She likes this name!" King Niujie took his daughter and happily donated many treasures to Sujialuo.

Although he was just a little king, he was never stingy with giving to the Brahmin, not to mention that the Brahmin was the mentor of the Asuras, and he named his daughter such a name.

Even though the name is not elegant enough, it is good enough for sustenance. King Niujie does not need her to marry a god or a fairy in the future. She only needs to marry a Kshatriya quietly to become a queen and win the love of her husband. Being able to give birth to many sons is his greatest hope as a father.

So he donated his jewelry to Sukara as a thank you for naming his daughter.

As for Su Jialuo, he left in a hurry and rushed back to Shanjian City.

How can he do this?How can you take a gift from the other party without doing anything?Su Jialuo knew that he was just perfunctory Niu Jiewang, but he couldn't tell Niu Jiewang that he couldn't see through the girl's future... This can't be done, he can't say it!

Instead, he went to see his daughter Tiancheng—the little girl has grown up a lot, but she is not extraordinary, so it is impossible to grow very big all at once... After all, she is the daughter of Venus, the star The daughter of the Lord will not become a goddess. She is also holy, beautiful, and full of supernatural powers and mana. Therefore, Sukara uses the power of yoga to let his daughter Tiancheng grow slowly... He delays Tiancheng in this way. Growing up just because he used astrology to know that his daughter's future was long after, and now...he didn't know if his astrology would still work.

Seeing his daughter, he held her in his arms and walked to the astrolabe.

"Father, why do you want to give me astrology again?" the little Tiancheng asked him.

Sukara replied, "Daughter, I want to be sure that you will be happy forever."

He stood in front of the astrolabe, and used the blood of Tiancheng to drive the astrolabe. Countless stars fell on the astrolabe in an instant, and they rotated and arranged, walking out of a trajectory that was the same as before... That was a sign The future trajectory of Tiancheng seems to want to change in the middle, but in the end, it is exactly the same as before...

Su Jialuo was relieved, he put his daughter on the ground, and let the wound on her hand bleed: "Go, go to your mother and let her bandage your fingers."

Bandaging his daughter is not what a father should do, Sukara sighed, thinking that he had done everything he could, and he shouldn't worry about it anymore...he didn't need to worry about it.

However, in Vikonta, Vishnu also took out his hand from the lotus pond when Sukara left the astrolabe.

"Narayan, you have changed the operation of the astrolabe."

"Yes, Mahadeva, I changed it." Narayan replied, "I cannot let Sukara change the direction of the future, so it is impossible for him to see the truth of the future."

His answer was very natural, but it made Mahadeva feel sad. He walked over, sat beside him, pulled him into his arms, and let his head rest on his lap: "Narayan, you Knowing that if you change, you will have a better life in the future..."

"Mahadeva, that's all illusory." Narayan laughed, turned over, and saw Mahadeva's chin directly, "And you? You should know, Mahadeva, I And smash the orb you gave to mortals."

"Hit it, hit it, break it. If this person is not worthy of the Mani Orb I sent, then it is your responsibility to break it, Na Luoyan, and since you will break him, then he must It's not worth my orb." Maha Deva said, took off Narayan's pearl and put it aside, "You won't be able to sleep well...sleep, when you wake up, you should go down and kill the golden bed ..."

As Mahadeva spoke, he sang a lullaby to Narayan.

He sang a lullaby about the spirit fish Motsa.

Because the spirit fish Mocha was too beautiful, he dropped countless treasures, became countless creatures in the sea, and turned into countless treasures.

Mahadeva loved those treasures, and he loved those living beings even more.

Just because they are all created by Narayan himself, therefore, Mahadeva loves them and sings praises to them.

Na Luoyan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

However, when Na Luoyan was in a deep sleep, he was still in countless incarnations, and he had innumerable incarnations, and the most real one was the incarnation that closed his eyes and slept peacefully. In addition, everything in this world is also his incarnation, he is always worried about the world, and puts his own god soul into all elements, so no matter who, no matter who is doing what, he knows , but the same... He didn't know either.

Such is the case with the gods, who know what those who pray to him need, but also know that they do not need it.

But what a prayer needs is a real need.

Pharaoh Radha.

He clasped his hands together and praised Vishnu: "The only Supreme Lord in this world is Hari!"

"Since you worship Hari so much, let's see if your Hari can really stay with you forever!" The younger sister of the golden bed, Horiga, put on the fire blanket angrily, and she jumped into the fire. "Bharaharata, look at me! Look at me! I'm not your aunt now, I'm a real goddess who wants to kill you!" She walked out of the flames without a hair. Hurt, "I want you to be burned to death—Pharaharata, I have a fire blanket, which is like my sari, and what about you? Look where your Hari is!"

"Hali is everywhere!" Pharaharata clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"You shouldn't believe in your enemies, you can only believe in your father! Now, since you disobeyed your father, then you should die, die!" Horiga shouted, stretching out his hand to grab Bharaha Luo Da, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, child, I have given you countless chances! Your father, my elder brother, is the Lord of the Three Realms! And you, you should have been his heir, but Now, you can only be his stepping stone to success! I will kill you—I will burn you to death!"

"Hali is also in the fire!" Pharaharata has seen the miracle of Vishnu with his own eyes, he is not afraid, and he has no way to be afraid.

"Okay!" She tugged Pharaharata, "Then let me see where he is!" She tugged him, and dragged him to the firewood pile on the other side, "Come on, boy, let me see where he is!" Look at what a real miracle is!" She hugged him tightly, "I'll show you how stupid you really are! You don't even believe in your own father, but believe in an illusory god! Come on, let the flames burn you wash away your sins!"

As Holliga said, he ordered people to light the firewood pile.

The flames rise.

The raging fire rose several feet in an instant!

The hugeness of the flames, the height of the flames, the blazing heat of the flames... have never been seen before, and even the gold ornaments on the waiters who were close to the flames were melted and softened—these Asuras ran away quickly, and the gold ornaments on their bodies The gold is soft, as if it is about to turn into golden water, and they themselves are stronger because they are Asura, but how can this work?How dare they stand by the fire for a long time?

These people had just retreated not far back, and the flames were instantly extinguished, as if they had never existed.

Trembling, they walked over with fear, only to see that the fire blanket was intact, and Pharaharada sitting in front of the fire blanket...he was also safe and sound!

"How is this possible?" The guards trembled in fright. "How is this possible!? Half of my bracelet has softened, and I crushed it! How could the prince be safe and sound in such a fierce flame?"

"There must be a ghost here! I'm going to report to His Majesty!" A soldier said.

"Look how the princess is doing!" someone said.

They talked a lot, and finally attracted the king's golden bed.

The golden bed came over and saw Pharaharata, who was safe and sound in the fire, still clasped his hands and loudly praised: "Hari!" His younger sister was still under the fire blanket, motionless.

He said angrily: "Go, Princess Holliga, please come down, you slackers!"

The king gave the order, and the soldiers of course obeyed. They hurried over, walked up to Holliga, and said respectfully to her: "Your Highness, Your Majesty, please go over..."

Hollija, however, did not answer.

They asked again, still no answer.

Time and time again... When the golden bed saw this, it was furious, and it went up and patted Holliga on the shoulder in person—with a whoosh, the fire blanket collapsed, and what fell out of the fire blanket was a It has an incomplete skeleton... only a few teeth, and a skull, and the rest, when the golden bed was slapped on the fire blanket, it turned into rice flour—that was the ashes, it was Holly Gaga's ashes.

"Holiga!" The golden bed yelled, stretched out his hand and grabbed Pharaharata: "I will kill you——I will kill you with my own hands!"

Suddenly, Narayan opened his eyes on Mahadeva's lap.

His eyes were red.

When the World Honored One was angry, the red lotus was like eyes, and his eyes were like torches, burning evil in the pure land.

"Narayan!" As soon as he called out this name, Mahadeva immediately changed his mouth and called another name, "Hali!"

The savior, who saved mankind from the flood, is now going to save Pharahharata from the golden bed.

Bharaharata, he is a devout follower of Vishnu, and he was once a Brahman. Since he wants to take the path of a believer to achieve the height of harmony with Narayan, he must work harder... …These things he has experienced are just tests, but the tests do not mean that he needs to die… Narayan does not need a believer to dedicate his life to him, he never needs these.

So Mahadeva lifted him up and saw the terrible anger in his eyes.

"Narayan, I bestow on you the terror of Rudra." Mahadeva had the form of Rudra when he was in terror, but now, he gave Narayan this roaring posture.

Na Luoyan looked at him with red eyes, and when he spread out his hands and bestowed Rudra's furious roar, Na Luoyan turned into a horrifying figure named Naluo Xinhe!

Narasimha, he is the incarnation of Vishnu, and Vishnu is neither real nor unreal, he is god and not god, he is all and not all, he is all and not all, he is not Brahma Creation is neither something that exists, nor something that does not exist. He is Vishnu, but he is not Vishnu.

He is the head of a lion with the face of a wild beast, but he has a human body with an elegant and beautiful body.

He is the head of a lion, but he is not a beast, he has a human body, but he is not a human being, he is neither a god nor an asura, he is neither a beast nor an extraordinary person, he exists in the world and in the universe, but , but he is not a real creature.

He stood up, rage rising, unstoppable.

At this moment, Lakshmi in the meditation forest sensed Swami's anger. She stood up abruptly and transformed into a great goddess in front of everyone, with eight arms glaring and cinnabar feet. It also turned into a terrifying weapon, emitting a frightening light in her hands.

"Lakshmi!" Jayanti yelled.

Lakshmi said angrily: "The golden bed has done a lot of evil, and even wants to kill his own son Pharaharata! I will go to watch the battle——Narayantian will kill him, and I will go to watch the battle!"

"Goddess" Indra shouted, "I will be your war horse and pull your chariot!" As he said, he turned his precious pestle into a chariot, and himself turned into a huge white steed, pulling the chariot for you. Get into the carriage, "Goddess, please get in the carriage, I will take you to Shanjian City!"