As we all know, in the process of inheritance and dissemination of ancient books, information distortion will occur due to various reasons.
For example, out of personal preference, Wu Dalang was described as a short, ugly man who was cuckolded and fed poison; the beautiful and virtuous Pan Jinlian was considered a poisonous woman with evil intentions...
Of course, there are also language barriers, and some content is misrepresented, which is more due to people's curiosity.
Writing Tang Monk's Buddhist scriptures as a story about gods and ghosts is obviously more eye-catching!
Ancient texts that were originally popular are more likely to be preserved. We are all working people. Who wants to watch a bald guy preach and give alms alone?
It is more attractive to bring the Monkey King to slay demons, and it is also easier to spread the word.
Then there is an explanation for the different versions of the Dafa Lotus Sutra in Zhang Yuan's memory. The current version is most likely to have been castrated.
Zhang Yuan had an idea and immediately started investigating. He put down the bamboo slips and said goodbye to the confused Professor Zou with excitement.
"I'm going back to my room!"
"Oh, you go ahead."
Professor Zou didn't know what he was going to do and scratched his head, but seeing how anxious he was, he was too embarrassed to ask.
I don't know what he thought, but he slapped his head.
"Gather everyone! Let me count the number of people!"
Professor Zou checked the number of his students several times.
"What's wrong with Professor Zou?"
"Yes, he checked the number of people several times!"
After Professor Zou confirmed that no one was present, he dismissed the crowd with peace of mind.
"Okay, it's okay, let's go and do our own thing."
He touched his nose in confusion.
"Didn't he run away with my female student? Then why is he so happy?"
"Ah sneeze!"
On the other side, Zhang Yuan sneezed several times, and he was also a little puzzled.
"I've been on the boat for so many days, which girl misses me? Forget it, I don't want to anymore, check it out quickly!"
He turned on the computer and picked up the transcript, with confidence in his eyes.
"If my hypothesis is correct!"
He was flipping through the transcripts and flipping through the computer, and was in a hurry for a while.
He took a few breaths to calm down his excitement, and patiently compared his transcript sentence by sentence with the authentic modern content on the Internet, and found that there was indeed a big discrepancy.
"I have heard that for a time, the Buddha was living in the Qijijue Mountain in the city of Rajagaha, together with twelve thousand great bhikkhus. They were all Arhats. All the outflows had been eliminated, and there were no more worries. They had gained self-interest, and all the knots had been eliminated. The inner understanding
comfortable……"
"Well, this paragraph is mostly the same, but some words are different. There are some differences in the next paragraph."
"It seems that my copy is the genuine one."
Zhang Yuan has already come to a conclusion in his mind.
The later copies, as well as the version currently circulating in the world, are most likely forged by later generations in the process of inheritance to cater to the rulers.
Although the content is roughly the same, the changed version destroyed the structure of the original article and, unfortunately, the artistic conception of the original content.
Originally, the brilliance of philosophy and wisdom remained in the lines of this book. However, the current version has no merits and demerits. The content has been castrated and lost its original charm and great wisdom.
"This is a great discovery!"
He was ecstatic in his heart. If he circulated the version in his hand, it might change the teachings of some religions. This was an achievement worthy of being recorded in history books.
"However, this original ancient book is difficult to restore using existing scientific and technological means."
Zhang Yuan is also very calm. This is a major event in the archaeological world and even the religious world. He has no evidence and even scholars will not believe it if he tells it.
You are more likely to be labeled as a deceitful person by religious fanatics, and the gain outweighs the loss.
"Collect it yourself."
It's better to read it carefully and see if you can gain anything.
In the blink of an eye, the day has passed, and Zhang Yuan has been studying in his room all day.
"Why do I feel that I have gained nothing, but I also have some inexplicable insights."
The more Zhang Yuan reads it, the more he feels the mystery of this ancient book. Even if it is not the original, looking at the transcript will make his heart feel empty.
The mood that was originally irritable due to the rocking of the boat gradually calmed down, and my tired brain also felt a slight numbness. This was an indescribable but real physical and mental pleasure.
"Maybe I haven't understood the truth yet. I need to read more of this book and understand more!"
Zhang Yuan was filled with emotion and put down the book. A feeling of fatigue came over him. He closed his eyes unconsciously and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Zhang Yuan, who had difficulty falling asleep due to the long turbulence, got up early.
"It's so cool!"
He thought this might be the special effect of the Lotus Sutra. He had never had such a beautiful sleep since he got on the ship.
I had a dreamless night and felt relaxed all over.
Most of the people were still sleeping, and Zhang Yuan, who had nothing to do, stepped onto the deck.
It was just dawn, a hazy mist shrouded the sea, and a red glimmer slowly rose from the sea level.
“It’s so comfortable!”
Looking at the beautiful seascape and blowing the fresh sea breeze, Zhang Yuan felt smooth all over. He stretched his body and decided to exercise his body that had been sleeping for a long time.
"drink!"
Several crew members on the plywood also got up early and started morning exercises.
One of the strong old crew members seems to be practicing ancient boxing techniques, freehand and stretching, making people unconsciously immersed in his Zen-like movements.
"Wait, isn't it?"
Zhang Yuan recalled the Dafa Lotus Sutra, and the artistic conception displayed in it was surprisingly similar to the old sailor's boxing skills.
"Zen?!"
Zhang Yuan seemed to have realized something, and walked forward quickly, stopped in front of the old crew member, and waited quietly for him to finish this set of boxing techniques.
The old crew member seemed to feel that others were watching, his fists were more stable, and his movements were as smooth as flowing water. The fists seemed slow, but in fact there was stillness in the movement, and the fists carried the wind.
His breathing was also very steady, and he was still calm after beating for more than half an hour.
His steps were steady and steady. Even on the archaeological ship that was rocking due to bumps and bumps, his steps never panicked and he stayed firmly on the ship.
"Is it possible that I am so lucky to meet the descendant of the ancient boxing and the Lotus Sutra of Dafa here?"
The old crew member threw out a few punches and let out a long sigh of relief. The set of punches was completed, clean and neat, but full of Zen feeling.
"What's wrong, young man, I see you've been looking here for a long time."
He was very satisfied with this young man. Even if he was interested in his own boxing skills, he would not disturb him. He would watch quietly from a suitable distance and be polite. There are not many young people like him nowadays.
"Hello, my name is Zhang Yuan. I am very interested in your boxing skills. Where did you learn your boxing skills? If it is not convenient for me to tell you, I will offend my seniors."