People who live here say that if you have never drank butter tea, you have never been to the plateau. When you drink butter tea for the first time, the smell is unbearable at the first sip, the aroma is fragrant at the second sip, and you will never forget it at the third sip.
Fortunately, Ximen Lang and Mei Mei were mentally prepared and had strong adaptability. After taking a few sips, they felt that this special drink was actually good and had a unique flavor.
Dal Gyatso sat cross-legged on the couch, like a real Buddha. He looked over and asked casually: "Master of the Ximen Gate, I heard that the Huamen has a treasure, the Hualong Ring, which is carried by all the chief sect masters in the past.
I don’t know if you are wearing it or not.”
Ximen Lang admired the other party for his wide knowledge. He also knew that he had to verify his identity to see if he was really the head of the Hua Clan. He smiled and said: "Of course I wear it.
That’s it.” Then he raised his left palm and showed the dragon ring on his finger.
Dal Gyatso glanced at it and nodded: "Fifteen years have passed, and I have seen the Hualong Ring again. I remember that the last time I saw it, it was worn by the head of the sect Wu Yonghua. He was in his thirties at the time.
In my opinion, he is already young and promising. Unexpectedly, each generation of the Huamen is stronger than the previous generation, and the head of the Ximen Sect is even younger. He is clearly a strange flower."
Ximen Lang put down his palm and said modestly: "Huofo, thank you. It turns out that you had a meeting with Mr. Wu more than ten years ago?"
"Although it has been many years, I still remember the demeanor of Master Wu. As early as many years ago, our Tantric Lamaism had good relations with Huamen. Unfortunately, Master Wu left Huamen ten years ago and disappeared.
As a result, the Huamen group was leaderless and torn apart, and there was no contact after that."
Ximen Lang nodded thoughtfully, "It turns out that HF has been in contact with our Huamen for a long time. In this case, why not let us renew our relationship and continue our friendship for generations."
Dar Gyatso smiled and said: "This is a very good idea, I agree. Master Ximen, I have heard all about your deeds. Master Ximen, you have turned the tide and defeated the rebellion and unified the Chinese sect. Your merits are truly immeasurable."
"I don't dare to take it seriously." After the initial contact, Ximen Lang felt that the other party was kind and kind, which left a good impression on him. He went straight to the point and said: "HF, I have something to ask for when I come here this time, so I must ask for your help."
Dar Gyatso said readily: "Please tell me, as long as I can do whatever I can, I will do it without any hesitation."
Ximen Lang hesitated a little, but Dal Gyatso was a smart man and immediately understood what he meant. He waved his hand and said, "You all go down. I have an important matter to discuss in detail with the chief sect leader."
Nebayi was a little worried, "HF, should we stay?"
Dar Gyatso saw through his disciple's thoughts, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, the head of the Hua Clan is absolutely trustworthy. You all should step aside."
Seeing the master like this, Nebayi could not say anything else, so he bowed and agreed, "Yes." Then he and the two young lamas turned around and walked out of the main hall, closing the door.
The light in the room became dimmer, and when he saw the outsiders leaving, Ximen Lang said: "That's it, I heard that HF is proficient in Sanskrit. It just so happens that I have recently come across some Sanskrit sentences and I don't understand what they mean, so I asked the master to help translate them.
one time."
Dar Gyatso was slightly startled. Unexpectedly, it was not difficult for the other party to ask him to be a translator for his so-called help. He responded: "Yes, if it is not too uncommon Sanskrit, I will help you translate it."
"That's great." Ximenlang's face was full of excitement. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it. There were nine lines of Sanskrit written on it, which he copied based on the Sanskrit on the token.
This boy was more cunning than a fox. He was afraid that others would become possessive after seeing the Ghost Sect Token, so he wrote all the Sanskrit words on the paper.
Ximenlang stood up and walked over, handed the other person the piece of paper in his hand, and looked over with expectant eyes.
Dar Gyatso took it, read it at a glance, thought about it carefully, and said: "This is not difficult, I can translate it."
"Ah...really..." Ximen Lang was beaming with joy. As long as he cracked the secret on the token, he would be able to find the treasure. Divine weapons, sharp blades, and world-class martial arts seemed to be within easy reach. How could he not be excited?
Rose was also happy that things finally came to light, and she hurriedly got up and walked over.
Dal Gyatso looked sideways, feeling a little puzzled. He couldn't figure out why the young people around him were so happy. He secretly speculated in his heart, is the head of the sect also a member of my Buddha? He turned around and put the piece of paper in his hand on the soft couch.
On a low table.
There were many things on the table, including pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and some documents. Dal Gyatso opened a piece of rice paper, took a langhao pen and held it in his hand. After filling it with ink, he shook his wrist and began to write like a dragon or a snake.
, write the translated sentences on rice paper.
There are nine sentences in Sanskrit, translated into Chinese as follows.
1. There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust.
2. One flower, one world, one Buddha, one Tathagata.
Third, living in the world is like being among thorns. If your heart is not moving, people will not move rashly. If you don't move, you will not be hurt. If your heart is beating, people will be moving rashly, hurting your body and hurting your bones, so you can experience all kinds of pain in the world.
Fourth, if I don’t go to hell, who will?
5. Great sorrow has no tears, great enlightenment has no words, and laughter has no sound.
Sixth, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn around and reach the shore, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately.
Seven, it cannot be said.
Eight, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
Nine, everything is illusion.
Dal Gyatso's calligraphy was very beautiful, comparable to that of professional calligraphers. However, Ximen Lang had no intention of admiring it. When he saw the content of those sentences, he couldn't help but be shocked, "Ah..."
Rose is also confused. What's going on? Isn't there a treasure? Why don't these sentences mention a word? Where can my eldest brother and I go to find it?
"HF, are these the Sanskrit words?" Ximen Lang asked in disbelief.
"Yes, is there anything wrong?" Dal Gyatso asked.
Ximenlang scratched his head, "No...no...it's just different from what I imagined. What are these sentences?"
Dar Gyatso said: "These are all classic sentences from Buddhist scriptures..."
Ximen Lang was completely annoyed. He had spent so much effort collecting the Ghost Sect tokens, and thought he could find a treasure. The Sanskrit characters on the tokens would contain some secrets. Who would have thought that this was all a big joke.
The token had been written in Sanskrit, "Everything is an illusion!" He now fully understood what it meant to draw water from a bamboo basket in vain.
Dal Gyatso did not understand and praised: "These sentences are very insightful and worthy of learning. The thirst for knowledge of the Ximen Chief Sect Master is really pleasing..."