[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

Seventy

Indra was pulling the chariot, and he ran fast, just like Ushas' chariot, and like Surya's chariot, he galloped forward, completely disregarding how many kingdoms of Asura he had run, those who had been in front of him How did they know that Luo Yantian was about to reveal his angry face, the demons showing off their power, and the terrifying power would definitely shock the Three Realms!

Indra felt infinite joy in his heart. He was no longer indignant and sad because he was driven out of the city of good view. Instead, he knew that he was about to take revenge, so he ran happily on the road.He couldn't see where the matter was going. The only thing he could see was the angry posture of the goddess Lakshmi on the car. As long as the goddess continued to be angry, Indra knew that his position of emperor was about to return to him. hand.

This Indra, the king of the gods, wears a golden crown on his head. Even if he is transformed into a horse, he is still glorious and sacred. His four hooves are strong, and his body is burly, more glorious and beautiful than ordinary horses.

So, he galloped forward with the angry goddess on his way, and also scared the asuras along the way to run away—the posture of the goddess was too terrifying, and the divine light emanating from her was like The flames drilled out of hell, and like frosty swords descending from the abyss of karma, any Asura who touches them will instantly turn into minced powder, and there is no chance of using the resurrection spell to resurrect!

The power of this great goddess is astonishing, but how amazing is the power of the god Vishnu she chose?

Indra doesn't really know Vishnu, he knows what Brahma is like, but he rarely sees Vishnu, and even less Shiva. Although they have performed many miracles, none of them are dedicated to Indra.

But now, Indra knew that Narayantian was going to show his miracle, and he was going to show that miracle to the god Indra!

So he pushed forward even harder.

But at this moment, in front of the golden bed, Pharaharata was tied to the stone pillar of the palace of the city of good view by him.

The stone pillar was huge, and the rope that helped Pharaharata was made of fine steel, and it was also strong and huge. No one could escape under such a rope, and no one could survive under such a rope.

This rope traps a person inside, and it doesn't take long before he will be crushed to death by the force of the rope, and now, this rope has bound Bharaharata for three days and three nights, and the golden bed awaits his death , but Yama never came, and the golden bed was very angry because of this. He raised his precious pestle and yelled at Pharaharata: "You are always thinking about your Hari. Where is he? Why don't you come to rescue him?" you?!"

"Hali is everywhere." Pharaoharada replied, "Hali is everywhere, Lord Vishnu is everywhere, Bhagavannarayan is everywhere, he is everywhere, he is everywhere, he is everywhere in this world. All things are made of him, he is higher than the highest, he is the acharya, he is the guru, he knows everything.

"He resides in Vigongzha, which is ten thousand ren higher than the highest heaven. His eyes are like lotus. When he is calm, he is green lotus. When he is angry, he is red lotus. The green lotus is peaceful and serene. The red lotus is like a fire like a torch, and it burns everything when the fire of karma breeds! Hari is everywhere!

"Hali is the father, the master, and the lord of the universe. He has countless shapes, and he has only one real body, Vishnu. He is real and illusory. He has everything and nothing! Hari has nowhere. Not here!"

Pharaharata put his palms together suddenly, and all the chains fell off, and they could no longer restrain him at all.

The golden bed was completely angry. He pointed at the stone pillar behind Pharaharata and roared: "You said he is everywhere, where is he? On me? Why do you disrespect me? In the pillar behind you Is it? Then you go to pay respects to this stone pillar!" Then, he lifted up the precious pestle and smashed the stone pillar behind Pharaharata!

The moment the stone pillar collapsed and shattered, the terrifying giant Narosinha jumped out of it—Narosinha's lion-like head was extremely huge. With the sharp claws of a beast, the muscles on his body are soaring that neither the Devas nor the Asuras can compare with him-the four arms raised high are covered with armbands, and the gleaming gold meets his golden hair. Against the background, it is even more obvious that his strength is powerful.

Naluo Xinhe stepped out of the stone pillar, raised his hand, and grabbed the golden bed which was stunned.

Although the golden bed was stunned, he resisted instinctively, raised the pestle and threw it at the monster, but the monster was invulnerable, its body was as hard as a diamond, and the pestle could only shatter into ashes when it hit it !

"Come on!" the golden bed yelled.

"No one can save you!" Na Luo Xinhe grabbed the golden bed's neck with one hand, and waved away the asuras who came to stop him with the other hand, "Golden bed, no one can save you!"

"No! No one can kill me!" The golden bed was still struggling.

"I, Narasinha, the incarnation of Narayana-Golden Bed, I am not a creation of Brahma, I am not real, I am not unreal, I am neither animal nor non-animal, I am neither existent nor non-existent , I am not a beast, I am not a Naga, I am not a Devas, I am not a celestial being, I am not a mortal, I am not a Gandharva, I am not a Kinnara, and I am not an Asura. There is no way for you to escape from my grasp!"

While Naluo Xinhe was talking, he held up the golden bed in his hands, and then fell heavily to the ground. Again and again, every time he said a word, he fell once, and the bones on the golden bed were broken, and he finally dropped him. Tucked under his arm, he walked to the door of the main hall and sat on the tall and spacious threshold.

At this time, there was a puff of smoke, and Mahadeva stood beside Pharaharata.

Pharahharata recognized that Mahadeva was his mentor, so he threw himself into Mahadeva's arms, shaking his body in fear.

He was just a teenager, so he would naturally be terrified when he saw such a horrible thing.

But Mahadeva patted him on the back and said: "Don't panic, Bharaharada, your father's life has come to an end, and soon your brothers will follow in his footsteps, and because you chose to be different path, so it will be a long time before you can ascend to Vigongtra."

Pharahharata seems to understand but does not understand.

He knew that Narasinha was Narayana, Bhagavan, Vishnu, and Hari... He also knew that Mohini who loved him so much in the pure cultivation forest was also him, but now... this The terrifying Narosinha was still him.

He permeates everything, and can incarnate everything.

But this human lion is indeed terrifying.

Pharaharata was also saddened by the imminent death of his father.

This is a necessary virtue for being a son of man. Pharaharata has all the virtues, and he has a pious and firm heart.

Just when Mahadeva wanted to continue telling Pharaoharata about his past life, Indra, transformed into a white horse, rushed into the hall, and he changed back into his own form, kneeling on the ground to ask the great goddess Laksh m get off.

Goddess Nalakshmi was still in an angry posture at this moment, she stepped off the carriage, furious: "I will witness the incarnation of Narayana, Naluo Xinhe, kill the golden bed!"

However, when she turned around, she saw Pharaharata.

"Pharahharata!"

Pharaharata clasped his hands together and greeted the goddess. When his hands touched the ground under the feet of the goddess, the goddess' anger was miraculously calmed down.

"Goddess." He greeted her, "Is the situation in front of you unstoppable?"

"It can't be stopped, Pharahharata, it can't be stopped--any father, any mother, who is a parent to love their children, once they get the idea of ​​killing their children, it will get the most terrible punishment , Pharaharata, when a child has no sins, he should not be killed, even if he is killed, his parents should not do it himself, this is not in line with the Dharma!"

Pharaharata, who is familiar with the law code, wanted to say that this is not the case. However, he suddenly thought that the law code was compiled by mortals. Although it has the instructions of the gods, it is still not complete, clear and true... But the gods are in In front of him.

Worried, Pharahharata wanted to change everything, but was powerless.

Then Mahadeva said, "Son, why don't you change everything back when you are king?

"You believe in Narayan, so how will you educate your children? You will love them, let them love their own children, and let their children's children continue to love future children... All this has nothing to do with your origin , it just depends on whether you have a noble heart, and your father, his heart has been irreversible, so his life will leave, but his soul will be reincarnated... Bharaharata, child, you should Know the meaning of the soul."

When he said this, Narosinha had placed the golden bed on his knees—on the threshold, neither indoors nor outdoors; it was dusk, when the sun and the moon alternated, and the sun and the moon appeared together in the sky, It was neither day nor night; the golden bed was neither in the sky nor on the ground, but he was on Narosinha's knees... He struggled, but Narosinha's four hands were too strong to imprison him Above his knees, making him helpless.

"No! No—I have the blessing of Brahma!"

"There is no blessing I can't break." Narosinhe said, placing his hands on the chest of the golden bed, and at the moment he struggled to escape, tore his chest, from the chest to the abdomen, the long The crack almost peeled off the entire skin of the golden bed!

"Ah—" Even Indra screamed and panicked because of this.

But at this time, Naluo Xinhe didn't have the slightest fear.

He watched Narosinhe tear open the belly of his father's golden bed, watched him pick up his father's heart, liver and gallbladder and swallowed them together, watched him pull out his father's intestines...the long, bloody The dripping intestines were dragged to the ground, and Narosinha was like a cat playing with a piece of wool, pulling out the intestines little by little and then pulling them back... Bharaharata trembled, he was not afraid, he Just in awe, in awe of the horror of this great god... and also in awe of the mercy of this great god-he knows that as long as Na Luoyan swallows his father's heart, then the evil left by his father in this world will no longer exist, His father's inherent evils will also be purified... Pharaharada began to cry, not for his father's death, but for Narayana's mercy.

His pain made Indra terrified, and Indra hurried to Narosinha, clasped his hands together: "Lord, please... please change back..."

However, Narosinha did not change back.

He swallowed the heart of the golden bed, and it must take time to purify this heart.

"Lord! Please change back!" Indra said again.

This time, he really angered Narosinha——Narasinha threw away the body on the golden bed, and walked slowly towards Indra step by step...

"Lord... Lord!" Indra backed away in fright.

"Narayantian!" Lakshmi hurried to Indra, "Narayantian! It's me, I'm Lakshmi!"

Her cry made Naluo Xinhe stunned for a moment, but instead, Naluo Xinhe went to beat the stone pillar next to him——the stone pillar collapsed suddenly.