This is not Sanskrit in the general sense. It is extremely ancient. It should be the ancient symbol of the origin of this writing. It cannot be verified and is the prototype of Sanskrit.
Therefore, it is difficult to translate it accurately. Yang Xiao asked a friend to ask an authoritative Sanskrit textual researcher in India to decipher it, and then he managed to translate it roughly.
This is the prototype of Sanskrit, but it also gave rise to several meanings. Because it is very different from the Sanskrit of later generations, several words contain multiple meanings, which makes people extremely headache.
Awakening to Perfection is one of the translations.
The door of wisdom is the second possible meaning.
The sacred object that opens the avenue of heaven and earth. This is the third translation, which is the most strange and puzzling.
Ye Fan was stunned and couldn't help but be surprised. This inconspicuous little stone Buddha seemed to have a great background, and it was beyond imagination!
The first meaning - perfect awakening and practice, obviously refers to Buddha. Self-consciousness, other awakening, perfect awakening and practice, these are the three realms. Mortals have none of the three realms. Bodhisattvas, when they reach the second realm, awaken themselves and educate all living beings.
.Only the Buddha has reached perfection and cut off all the dust of seeing and thinking and ignorance.
The second meaning - the door of wisdom, this is a general term, and with a line of translation annotation, it actually means to open a door.
"It seems to lead to Lingshan."
This annotation was even more surprising than the original translation. Ye Fan was moved. He had just returned from the Tibetan area and felt a vast fluctuation in a moment, no weaker than Mount Sumeru.
From the whirling world to the spiritual mountain, this is a kind of frightening explanation. It is very mysterious. Can this little stone Buddha really be connected to a secret place? It makes people think deeply.
The third meaning - the sacred object that opens the way to heaven and earth. This term is very mysterious and is just a vague translation. Even the translator himself was not sure about it and did not elaborate too much.
Ye Fan was shocked and confused. He didn't expect that the little stone Buddha he brought back was so mysterious. Then why was it left in a no-man's land, like an abandoned thing?
Yang Xiao looked strange. He could only read ordinary Sanskrit characters. This kind of ancient talisman was hard to see in India. There were only one or two national treasure-level objects engraved with it. Ask him how he got it, and give him a kind and careful reminder. The country has
Supervision of cultural relics is very strict.
Ye Fan was helpless. Since he sent out a few small gifts, Yang Xiao judged that they had a history of more than two thousand years and probably regarded him as a reseller of cultural relics.
Xu Qiong gave Ye Fan a mobile phone and helped him store his number. After many years, Ye Fan was holding this communication tool again, and Ye Fan was stunned and a little uncomfortable.
Of course, money is indispensable in life in this world. No matter what he does, he needs money. The things he has on him are so amazing that showing off any of them will cause a lot of trouble.
With no other choice, he took out a mutton-fat jade bottle, wiped off the Dao marks and divinity on it, cut it into dozens of pieces, handed it to Xu Qiong, and asked her to use her connections to help auction it off.
Although Xu Qiong had been mentally prepared, she was still surprised to see such a flawless piece of psychic jade destroyed in this way.
And when she entrusted it to be auctioned, during the appraisal process, the old master beat his chest and felt extremely heartbroken, saying that he was committing a crime because such a treasure was broken into pieces. This was an immeasurable loss to the jade shop.
, this is a crime.
Xu Qiong was numb. She had seen Ye Fan burn a bunch of more mysterious treasures than this in the cemetery. It was almost dreamy! And the few ornaments she carried on her body were even more bizarre. Every day, her flesh, blood, viscera and bones were revealed.
It's like being baptized.
Ye Fan put away his sadness and did what he should do. He visited the families of his former classmates. If he needed help, he would definitely help.
Half of the classmates were buried more than 20 years ago and the others were lost in the Beidou Star Territory. After so many years, he was the only one who came back alive.
Poor parents in the world. When a white-haired person gives a black-haired person, it is a great sorrow. Even after many years, some families still have not come out of the shadow. In that era, most families had only children, and losing a child was tantamount to
Lost everything.
Ye Fan sighed softly, the tragedy did not only happen in his family, several elderly people in the eleven families he found had already passed away.
More than twenty years have passed, and most of these old people are in their seventies or eighties. In today's era, medicine has made great progress, but this really cannot be called longevity. Without it, heart diseases are difficult to treat.
When he was in Beidou, Ye Fan and Liu Yunzhi were mortal enemies, but they had nothing to do with their families. After returning, he also went to the homes of Liu Yunzhi, Wang Yan, and Li Changqing. If they needed care, he would not stand idly by.
The material living conditions of most families are pretty good, and only a few families have some difficulties. What really bothers them is the scar in their hearts, especially in their later years.
But Ye Fan couldn't help with this. He had no way to resurrect those people, let alone bring back the few who were still alive. All he could do was secretly put elixirs into their diet to strengthen their muscles and bones.
Wash their flesh and blood, extend their longevity, and then find ways to change their living conditions.
However, he doesn't know if this is the right thing to do. Even though his life span has become longer, he has no happiness in his heart. Is this good or bad?
"There are still a few people who can come back..." Ye Fan said to himself, and then sighed softly.
The Five-Color Altar was located deep in the Ancestral Temple of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty. Endless monks poured in to compete for the Green Cauldron, the Immortal Sutra, etc. It was extremely dangerous. At that time, even he was not sure that he could come back. All he did was work hard and fight for it.
At that time, he and Pang Bo did not take Zhang Wenchang and Liu Yiyi with them. They wanted to confirm whether there was any danger before making a decision, so as to prevent the two people from being involved in the same danger with them.
In fact, they found the coordinates of the earth in the ancestral temple and handed it over to the Black Emperor and the others immediately. Then they could hand it over to Liu Yiyi and Zhang Wenchang and cross back to the earth.
"Maybe many years later, someone will come back..."
However, Ye Fan did not know that after he left, Huang appeared and the only divine formation leading to the altar was destroyed.
Without that teleportation array, it would be almost impossible to enter the ancient forbidden land and climb the Five Color Altar by one's own strength. Crossing the sky has become a legend.
Why Pang Bo suddenly left is still a mystery to Ye Fan. He has never understood it, but he believes that there must be some irreversible reason.
The family members of most of his classmates were found, and he did everything he could, even shocking the world, curing critically ill people and bringing them back to life.
When Ye Fan went to find Zhang Wenchang's family, he had mixed feelings. He still remembered Zhang Wenchang's melancholy on the other side of the starry sky. He was a man in his twenties, and looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies. He had poor qualifications and was often dismissed.
Bullied by fellow students, he was called a half-wasted old man.
In the end, he was squeezed out and opened a tavern to make a living. He was dull and dull all day long, as if he had no soul, and he silently endured being bullied by others.
Ye Fan killed many people in a rage, and finally sent him to Taixuanzhuo Peak, finally changing his fate.
However, he knew that Zhang Wenchang was not happy. He was depressed inside and missed his parents all the time. He still remembered another time when he was drunk and cried bitterly while lying on the table.
"When I left, my wife was pregnant and our child was about to be born. When she needed me most, I disappeared and came here..."
Those sad words were still in his ears, and Ye Fan shook his head vigorously.
More than twenty years later, Ye Fan met Zhang Wenchang's parent and son. The two looked very similar, which made Ye Fan lose his mind for a while. It would be great if Zhang Wenchang were here. The child he thought about day and night had already been born.
The nature of father and son is that this young man is not very talkative, but he has a sharp mind. When he saw him, he called out his name directly.
"I have seen you. There is a photo of you among the things my father left behind. Are you...is my father still alive?" He asked in shock and impatiently.
Ye Fan nodded, happy for Zhang Wenchang, but also sad for him. His wife loved him very much, gave birth to this child, and did not abandon his elderly parents.
"My stepfather is an orphan. My mother married him just to treat me better and to visit my grandparents."
Ye Fan had mixed feelings when he heard this. He was happy for Zhang Wenchang and at the same time felt sad for him.
"My father disappeared, but I know that my mother must have had a very good relationship with him back then. I can't forget it over the years. Occasionally, I would be alone in a daze."
There is too much helplessness in this world, life cannot be re-chosen, and Zhang Wenchang has left this world, which can only make people regretful and helpless.
"My stepfather is a good man. He treats me, my mother, and my grandparents very well. The family... is quite happy."
Zhang Yi cried, but he was very rational and did not cry or yell. He asked his father over and over again about every detail of his life in that world.
When hearing Ye Fan talk about his father's dissatisfaction, crying after getting drunk, shouting that he missed his wife and children and felt sorry for them, Zhang Yi cried and choked up: "Although he didn't raise me, I don't blame him, because
He can't control himself, and he didn't leave us alone on purpose. In fact, I miss him very much, because my mother said that he is really good. What's wrong is just the starry sky and fate."
Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder and said nothing. All he could do was tell the truth.
"Are you an immortal? Can you take me to see him?" Zhang Yi asked hopefully.
Ye Fan shook his head and said: "I can't even go back. Today, I said too much. Your life is very good now. I shouldn't disturb your peace. I will erase some of your memories in a while.
Happiness, peace, happiness, I think this is what your father wants to see most."
"No, you can't do that!" A middle-aged woman walked over excitedly.
This was Zhang Wenchang's wife. Ye Fan looked up and had already sensed her arrival, so he was not surprised.
"You have no right to erase our right to know. No matter what happens in the future, no matter what the outcome is, this is a precious memory in our hearts!" Zhang Wenchang's wife said with tears.
Ye Fan met her several times back then and even went to drink their wedding banquet. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years had passed, but things had changed.
"Ye Fan, you and Wenchang are good friends, can you really be cruel enough to keep us unaware and wipe everything out? You know, these are such precious memories for us!" Zhang Wenchang's wife cried.
.
"Yes, these will not disturb our lives, and we cannot cut off these memories." Zhang Yi stepped back and supported his mother.
Ye Fan didn't know how he left. He walked silently all the way. He didn't cut off the memories of the mother and son. They were right, that was too heartless, and they had the right to know.
When he left, he left behind some "small utensils" and two bottles of elixir. He didn't know what else to do.
The pleasant ringtone of the cell phone rang. It was Xu Qiong. He pressed the answer button and put it to his ear. Ye Fan woke up on the spot. He changed his color and said: "What, you mean Pang Bo..."