[Indian Mythology] Self-cultivation of male gods

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What Mahadeva said is indeed correct. Among the three gods, who is greater, better and more powerful should not be mentioned in this way. In fact, Mahadeva is willing to put Narayan in the greatest position to worship, In the same way, Narayan is willing to put Mahadeva in the greatest position to worship.

The two of them will never monopolize the glory.

It is precisely because they will not monopolize the glory that the two of them clasped their hands at this time, passing on their admiration and love for each other.

And the world has become more peaceful and lovely because of the mutual respect between the two of them.

They watched countless changes in the world on Jiluosa, and everything in this world was thriving.

And at this moment, Nandi walked into the cave and said, "Lord, Narayana, Bharaharata has come."

It has been 300 years since Pharahharata became a king. This Pharaoharata has grown into a real king. He is handsome, handsome and powerful. That Luo Yantian... Days like this have given him more wisdom and strength. He will personally help the people to cultivate the land, and he will run around for the people... Now, he is here for a king fairy.

The king, whose face was now stained with weeping tears, threw himself at the feet of Narayana and begged: "Narayan, what should I do to stop the atrocities of our people, Maha Vishnu! They do this, It's like cutting my heart with a knife! My heart!"

Pharahharata was a favorite devotee of Vishnu, and he loved him.Even in the pure cultivation forest, Mohini once loved Pharaharata as his own son, and this love has continued to Narayan, so he accepted his touch of feet, and he will also Accept his pleas and tears.

He told Pharaharata to help him up, gently wiped the tears from his face, and asked, "Son, tell me why you are so sad."

Boluoharada said: "My people, in the country under my jurisdiction, in a country called Buta Luojia, where they bound a great king and fairy, and used bamboo sticks They stuck bamboo sticks all over Wang Xian's body—there were as many as a thousand of them, Na Luo Yantian! This is simply unheard of! Such a terrible act has happened to my people, I will atone for their sins, and I will bear the consequences for them—but how can I do it? Then Luo Yantian... please show me the way forward!

"The cause of the incident is this - a thin-waisted girl died at the door, and the weapon that killed her was found in the thatched hut of that Wang Xian, so Wang Xian was taken to the square as the murderer .

"Because he is Wang Xian, everyone respected him and asked him if he did what that beautiful butt girl did. If he did, he would atone for his sin. But Wang Xian didn't admit it. He said: 'I never killed Anyone, ever since I laid down my arms and removed the responsibility of the Kshatriya, I have never taken up a sword again.'

"However, my subjects were not convinced. They dragged the king fairy tighter and forced him to confess his sins-they put thorns on his head and let the thorns pierce his scalp. The blood It flowed out in an instant, staining Wang Xian's cheeks red, but Wang Xian did not plead guilty, he insisted that he did not kill the beautiful butt girl.

"My people became angry again. They invited the minister of the city to judge how to punish the king. Wang Xian did not cultivate well and committed a crime, why not use bamboo sticks to torture him!'”

At the mention of bamboo sticks, Nandi trembled uncontrollably.

A bamboo stick is a piece of bamboo that is only as thin as a finger. Its tip is sharpened like a sword. The sharp end of the bamboo is inserted into the body of a person, piercing through the flesh and bone, and the bamboo enters the human body. In the blood vessels, it will block the blood, and it will also cut off the muscles. All the pain and joy are built on this one bamboo branch.

Mahadeva was already angry when he heard this, he picked up the trident and planned to rescue the king fairy——

"They really took a bamboo stick and stuck it into Wang Xian's arm. They firmly believed that Wang Xian's right hand killed the beautiful butt girl, so they pierced his right hand with a bamboo stick to let the blood spurt splashed on the soil." Pharaharada said.

He was crying as he spoke, and Narayan already knew who he was talking about.

This King Immortal, this King Immortal who was framed, was none other than Politi—no wonder Pharahharata would come crying bitterly. He was worried about his Lord, just like a child worried about his parents.

So, Narayan held Mahadeva, this time, he didn't take Lakshmi and Prashni, let alone Nandi, but he and Mahadeva went to Potura with Pharahharata. kah.

Walking into Butuoluojia, here, people are still gathered around the square to watch Napoliti being tortured—Politi has been renamed as the Great Thatched Grass Immortal. Therefore, the only thing he accepts is thatch, which is the most important and least important property of the earth mother, and he has always respected this small and great existence.

Now, the fairy is dying.

His body was covered with 270 bamboo sticks, and these bamboo sticks made him look like a hedgehog. His face was not much similar to that of Narayantian—Politi, who lived only on thatch. , his cheeks were sunken, his body was thin, suffering and pain tormented him, however, his expression was the same as that of Luo Yantian - he was not in pain, he was not sad, he was not sad.

"God Luoyan!" A cry of pain came out, and an elderly venerable rushed to the side of the suffering Wang Xian, "My child, my student, my eyeballs! Seeing you suffer, I suffer more than you My child... How can there be such a terrible punishment in this world, how can there be such a terrible human heart in this world! My child! Please tell me! Tell me where you are hurting? Tell me where you are suffering? Let Na Luoyantian take you Let me pass on your pain to me, let me hurt you instead, my student!"

The weeping venerable was Politi's mentor, a celestial being named Krisena Vapano. is respected.

He was crying to his students, which frightened everyone present.

These people also doubted whether they were right - if the big thatched grass fairy was a student of this great venerable, then he could not have killed people, but if he hadn't killed people, then who killed that beautiful girl Putting the blame on the big thatched grass fairy again?

Things became more and more confusing, but the big thatched grass fairy was already dying.

His venerable master said: "Student, Politi, please think of happy things... let happy things dilute your pain."

"I am not in pain, Master," Politi replied.

"How can you not be in pain? Your body is covered with bamboo sticks, your blood stains the soil under your feet... The earth is crying for you, the sky is crying for you, my student, my child... ...How can you not be in pain?"

Politi shook his head and said: "Master, I am not in pain, because I have not committed any evil deeds, and what I have done is correct. I obey your teachings, I serve you, and I serve Narayana. I have done many good deeds, I have given away my wealth...so I don't suffer from the things I didn't do, neither do accusations and punishments which are not right...only One point, I don't feel comfortable."

Responding to Politi's words, Pharaharada looked at Narayana.

Na Luoyan nodded, agreeing with Politi's words.

And Maha Deva is really going to kill... His eyes are red and he looks very angry.

Na Luoyan quickly hugged Mahadeva: "Don't act rashly, Mahadeva, Politi will really return this time, he has already found the realm of the true self, if you kill someone for him at this moment, it will make his karma impossible Consummation, Mahadeva, you trust me."

Mahadeva turned her head and looked at Narayan. Narayan sighed and had no choice but to transform into Mohini and threw herself into his arms.

At this time, Politi had already made his own request. He needed a child, and he needed an heir to his throne.

But he left his palace and his wife, where would he find an heir?

His master thought about it for a long time, but there was still no way out, but at this moment, Pharaharata said loudly: "The Great Thatched Grass Immortal! My lord will make a choice for you!" His voice was very loud, All eyes were turned to him and the two people around him, and everyone recognized his identity—His Majesty Bharat Harada.

The city lord hurried over to ask for forgiveness, but at this time, forgiveness to him was not as important as solving Politi's problem.

Pharahharata cleared the way for Mahadeva and Mohini in front, and guided them in front of Politi.

"Great lord, great girl, can you really pass on my student's bloodline?" Politi's mentor clasped his hands together and asked - he is a fairy with great cultivation, he can see this The divine light on the two of them, therefore, he placed himself in the position of his predecessor.

"Yes," said the Mahadeva, "Politi, do you regret leaving your country, becoming such a sage, and dying under such terrible torture?"

"No." Politi replied, "I'm just worried about the people here—their city lord won't know the details, he wronged me, didn't judge me, and just forced me to submit with punishment—isn't that I am worried and saddened by the actions of the law enforcement officers."

"So...Politi, do you want eternal life and endless mana?" Mosini asked.

"No." Politi replied, "My life and mana are just my devout prayers for the crimes I committed against the Earth Mother. I atone for the sins of my people. This is my way. I It's time to go and go, girl, and the situation has nothing to do with my piety."