Brahman

In fact, most of the time, I do not understand myself.

Buddhists say that the five aggregates are like dark clouds that cover the sky and cannot see the sun; they are like magnets attracting iron objects, and they do not know where they come from and where they gather. When a person is caught in the game, although he has all kinds of intelligence, he is like a donkey with a rope blindfold, and he can only walk around the grinding wheel step by step.

If there is suffering in the heart, but there is no reason for it, the suffering is more dull and unspeakable than those who know the origin of suffering.

Gautama Siddhartha turned the wheel of Falun for the first time, that is, the first time he spoke to others after enlightenment.

At the beginning, he had no idea of becoming a certain sect leader, and naturally there was no strange myth.

This is how it is told in the story of the Agam Sutra.

The Buddha told his monks:

"Bhikkhus! When I realized under the Bodhi tree that my liberation was firm and unshakable, this was my last life, and there would be no new life after that. At that time, I thought, what I realized was The Dependent Origination Dharma and Nirvana state are profound and incomprehensible, serene and sublime but difficult to comprehend, and people in the world only rejoice in "alaya". If I teach them these truths, they will not understand, and they will only add to me. It's just fatigue and trouble, I'd better not say it.

Bhikkhus! When King Brahma knew what I was thinking, he thought: The Tathagata, the righteous and enlightened mind, has tended to do nothing and not speak, and this world is about to perish. So, the worried Great Brahma came to me with supernatural powers and persuaded me to speak.

After listening to King Brahma's persuasion, I understood his compassion for all living beings, so I looked into this world with the eyes of the enlightened being, and saw all kinds of living beings with different roots and different types, just like all kinds of lotus flowers in a pond. I promised Brahma King to open a door of immortality to those who are willing to open their ears. "

The so-called last resort.

This is also a similar situation that later pushed narrow people to write poems and jokes about Lao Tzu.

Those who speak are not as silent as those who know. I have heard this from Laojun. If Dao Laojun is a knower, why did he write five thousand words. (Bai Juyi's "Reading Laozi")

And that's a reluctance.

Legend has it that Lao Tzu rode an ox to the west and passed through Hangu Pass. It was Guan Yinxi who was guarding the checkpoint at that time. He had to leave something behind for Lao Tzu. As a last resort, Lao Tzu wrote down five thousand words in the Tao Te Ching.

In fact, if you say it, the one who really gets the wordless teaching is probably the hermit faction.

But there are times when these hermits can't help but talk.

There are such a few people in the "Analects of Confucius", and in later generations, whenever there is no one in the mountains and deep forests, there are often such people who pass away and live alone.

Bill Potter wrote about contemporary hermits in "Empty Valley and Orchid". They didn't retreat to the mountains because of religion, cultivating immortals, etc. They just hid for the sake of hiding.

The first time I read this book, I was surprised that there are still hermits in this era.

After all, this is a world with satellites flying all over the sky and maps everywhere. Is there really a place no one has been to?

Indeed there is.

It's hard to tell, but if there are such people, there is such a place.

Therefore, I also feel that such a hermit may not necessarily be a hermit who can hide. This is just like the recluses in the official history of the past dynasties, still leaving traces. Probably those real hermits, I am afraid not only their names, but also everything about them will eventually return to dust and dust.

Now, if we look for the imprints of the Buddha in those days, there is probably a feeling that something is right or wrong.

The law begins and ends.

The person who speaks has a last resort.

Therefore, speaking or not speaking, writing or not writing, seems to be hidden but not hidden, leaving an imprint, and it will be left to future generations to comment.

Remember that no matter where you go, you have to hear familiar introductions. For example, this is a monkey watching the moon, that is an elephant absorbing water, or there is Guanyin here, there is a Buddha handprint there... But what is there? Sometimes when we look back at the names of our own hometowns, we are free of their origins.

It seems that it was called Zuozhongguan Village at first, and then Zhongguancun. It was originally a retirement home for eunuchs, but it has become a symbol of a high-tech industry.

Just like those churches, today can be classified into one faction, tomorrow is another faction; the dragon chair in the palace, one surname sits today, and another surname tomorrow. Success or failure, that's all.

How can the speaker not know?

Therefore, the beginning of the statement also heralds the end of the statement.

Brahmins are not originally determined by race, hairstyle and blood.

Speaking of people, they are just like water moving on the earth. They don’t know where they started. Naturally, they don’t think east, west, north and south, which is right. They follow their grievances. Naturally, in the seemingly unintentional process, they gradually have the image of water. .

Qu Dajun once thought that many of his articles did not meet his own standards, but the reason why he kept them was because these words were not written for the sake of words, but to preserve the past self. Therefore, if you want to understand him, you have to search outside the text.

Suddenly I thought of the famous sentence of "Shui Jing Zhu":

Every time when it is sunny and frosty, the forest is cold, and there are often high-pitched apes roaring. Therefore, the fisherman sang: The Wu Gorge in the Badong Three Gorges is long, and the ape sings three times and tears on the clothes.

The Three Gorges of life are where the river flows.

Speaking of people, it is nothing more than that they have passed this place, and there is another world to see.

Later, when people were in the Three Gorges, although there were traces of water and cliffs to follow, they couldn't see it now, and they couldn't see it either. Only in the sound of ape, one by one, slowly hold on.