Episode 1527 Now it’s my turn. (2)
The room was dark.
In a spacious room that could not be fully illuminated by a few lamps, a person was sitting in the very center.
His shaved head, youthful face, and purple and yellow lyrics on his body suggested that he was a monk.
However, the child’s expression was truly solemn as he continued to recite inaudibly. It felt quite different from his youthful face.
“⋯⋯Sabaha.”
The monk’s lips, which continued to recite, slowly closed.
The eyes that had been tightly closed slowly opened and the pupils were revealed.
The eyes were so deep and dark that it was hard to believe they belonged to a child.
His eyes turned to the wall in front of him. To be exact, it was a strange pattern drawn on the wall.
Law wheel. A symbol of lawlessness in the shape of a cart.
The monk quietly recited the six-character mantra as if he was finishing his sutra, took a long breath, and opened his mouth.
“You don’t have to wait that long.”
Then, behind him, an old monk, who had been holding his breath for fear of interfering with his practice, cautiously entered the room.
The old monk sat down slightly in front of the boy. It’s as if they don’t dare to sit face to face.
“Master.”
The seated old monk reverently put his hands together to show respect to the younger monk and continued speaking with a worried look on his face.
“Are you worried about something?”
“⋯⋯.”
“It’s late. “No matter how much you are a teacher, your body is nothing more than that of a child, so I am concerned that you may injure your body while working hard on your discipline.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Don’t forget, Master. “You are a lamp.”
The monk, who had been listening in silence, nodded.
“It caused me concern.”
“no. “I just…”
“The lamp may be shaken, but the Buddha’s Buddha-dharma will not be shaken, but my cultivation is still shallow and it wavers like that lamp.”
The old monk kept his mouth shut.
The water is shallow. At first glance, this is correct. How much time would there have been for a child who was not even born yet to foster?
But that is also completely wrong. There is no monk anywhere in the world whose discipline is deeper than this little boy.
The reason is simple. This is because the child in front of him right now is the Great Liver Buddha, the lord of this Podalap Palace.
The old monk said.
“It’s just regaining what was lost. Don’t fret. As before and before that, the Master will attain enlightenment again.”
At those words, the Great Light Dalurama smiled faintly. It seemed like he would neither confirm nor deny.
“But…”
The old monk, Banseon Lama, quietly looked at Daleu Lama’s expression.
When I thought about it again, the words that came out of my teacher’s mouth were unclear. Even if it is not perfect yet, the cultivation of the Great Vitality Buddha now is probably so deep that he does not even dare to fathom it.
What on earth can shake up such a great fire?
As if he had read Banseon Lama’s expression, Daleurama opened his mouth.
“I was briefly thinking about a passing relationship.”
“Destiny…”
“yes.”
Banseon Lama also read the meaning from Daleurama’s seemingly random words.
“Are you talking about the Taoists in the central plains?”
Daleurama neither confirmed nor denied this time.
“⋯⋯No. “You mean one of them.”
Only then did Daleurama slightly nod her head. Banseon Lama frowned slightly.
‘Did you say it was Cheongmyeong?’
It reminded me of the Jungwon Taoist monks I once encountered in the grassland. Among them, the most memorable one was a young Taoist monk who called himself Cheongmyeong.
He was definitely not an ordinary person. His life-long training to fulfill his duty spoke for himself.
Although it was different from the Daleurama, there was something clearly different from ordinary people.
That may be why the old monk also clearly remembers their appearances.
‘But…’
This too is just a standard for Banseon Lama.
The life he experienced and the life Daleurama experienced are different. Dalleuma is a person, but he is a Buddha, and he is a Buddha, but he is a person. Therefore, the world Daleurama sees is quite different from the world he sees.
But is his existence special even for Daleurama?
“Master…”
“Is that so?”
“yes?”
When the old monk asked an unexpected question, the Daleurama quietly shook his head.
“You said it was just about regaining what was lost. Is that really so?”
It was a very heavy voice. Banseon Lama did not dare to answer and kept his mouth shut.
“I am who I am, but I am not me. And I am who I am and I am also not who I am.”
“⋯⋯Master.”
“Just because I experienced it once and gained it, it won’t be easy to get it again. “Isn’t it illegal that the more you search, the farther and deeper you go?”
“My thoughts were short.”
“People say “If you can avoid repeating the same foolishness you once committed, you can become a Buddha.”
“⋯⋯.”
“But Llama. That means that my path is littered with things I shouldn’t do. It seems to me every time I have to choose one. “The countless mistakes I made and the suffering that followed at the end were regrets of human history…”
Banseon Lama briefly recited a mantra while listening to words whose depth was difficult to guess.
Daleurama said.
“Nevertheless, the reason I can remain unwavering is because I believe that everything ultimately leads to Buddhism.”
“That’s why you are a teacher.”
“But what should someone who doesn’t do that do?”
“Master…”
“Om mani padme hum.”
A six-character mantra flowed from the mouth of the young Daleurama. It contained regret, bitterness, sadness, and prayer.
He slowly closed his eyes.
‘How…’
There is no way back.
The reason life is suffering and relationships are sorrow is because right and wrong cannot be distinguished from the tangled threads.
Sometimes rightness strangles you, and sometimes evil deeds save you. How difficult is it to find a single path in such a muddy life?
“Don’t worry too much, Master.”
“⋯⋯.”
“You also said it, Master. “He is like a candle that burns itself and lights up the surroundings.”
Daleurama nodded. I have yet to find a better word to describe that person.
“So he’ll get through it, too. Although the path he walks may be different, he is also a being seeking enlightenment. “Isn’t he the one who has the courage to burn himself?”
“Om mani padme hum.”
Daleurama chanted the mantra without saying a word. Soon, whisper-like sounds began to leak out of my lips again and again.
As Daleurama started chanting, Banseon Lama also carefully got up and left the room. The will to never interfere with the cultivation was evident.
The mind of the Daleurama, who remained alone and constantly recited, was not directed toward the deep Buddhist teachings, but toward the distant central plain.
‘If burning yourself is your will, then make an offering.’
It is a very painful and difficult path, but that is why it is considered the highest form of charity.
‘But if it’s not you who ignites the fire… then it’s just punishment.’
A single tear flowed from my closed eye.
‘Ahaha.’
I can only hope and pray.
I hope he doesn’t realize the meaning of the two letters ‘relationship’ too late.
I hope that relationship doesn’t become too painful a thorn for him.
❀ ❀ ❀
A thick scent spread inside the old conduit.
Cheongmyeong, who was silently staring at the burning incense with white smoke, slowly looked around.
This is Okcheonwon, which I visited after a long time to avoid everyone’s eyes. I was able to see the Josajeon Hall, which houses the memorial tablets of famous scholars from the history of Hwasan.
“⋯⋯I don’t come by often.”
Cheongmyeong, who was trying to say something seriously, scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward.
“But don’t say too much. It’s not like I’m playing. “You know how busy I am these days.”
In fact, there is no need to stop by here to watch the hearing.
Because Jang Mun-sah is with him. Cheongmun would also want to stay where he is, not where the memorial tablet is.
Even if he is in the world of immortals, his gaze will be directed towards him and his disciples rather than the empty hall of Hwasan.
Even though he knew this, the reason why Cheongmyeong came here… Maybe it wasn’t because of Cheongmun, but because of himself.
“Well, it’s nothing new. “I’ve done dangerous things more than once.”
Cheongmyeong chuckled and approached Cheongmun’s memorial tablet.
Even though I stayed nearby, I couldn’t stop by for a long time. White dust settled on the memorial tablet.
Cheongmyeong picked up Cheongmun’s memorial tablet, carefully wiped off the dust, and gently placed it back in place.
“If my brother was alive, he would definitely have stopped me.”
Naturally, the memorial tablet said nothing.
“But this time I won’t listen to that. I did as the executioner said, but I tried it once. “Looking back now, the death penalty wasn’t always right.”
Cheongmyeong laughed out loud.
If Cheongmun were still alive and heard this, he would have come running with his face bright red. He is a man who is infinitely kind to others, but gets angry whenever he sees Cheongmyeong.
“So stop nagging and trust people. How old am I now? “Only the death penalty sees me as a pity.”
Cheongmyeong clicked his tongue briefly and looked at the smoke that was drawing blurry patterns in the air. He seemed like a person who expected some kind of answer, at least through acting.
But in the end, his words continued alone without an answer.
“Kaaak! I know! It would have been nice to have done better right away. If I had done this much before, it wouldn’t have been like that. So even now, I’m just running around until my feet are on fire. Because I experienced it once. Anyway, this guy…”
Cheongmyeong, whose face was distorted, fed a fistful of potatoes to Cheongmun’s memorial tablet.
Cheongmyeong’s face, which had been fussy for a long time, gradually calmed down. A bitter look appeared.
Know.
The fact that what is broken cannot be reconnected. That there is no other way than to just miss it.
The reason regret is the saddest is because no matter how much you regret, nothing changes.
“I’ll come again… so until then, just bear with me even if I’m covered in dust. The kids are suffering like that, so the noblemen called ancestors should also suffer together. “I’m going somewhere to get out of the rain and wind and eat well.”
Cheongmyeong chuckled and turned around without any regrets.
But before he could take a single step, he opened his mouth again.
“Do not worry.”
Now, at the end of his gaze, there are countless people who have settled beneath the volcano beyond the volcanic pavilions outside Okcheonwon.
Everything he followed is here.
Here are the results of my efforts to avoid repeating the failure I once experienced.
Something that also happened to him in the past. But I had to lose everything.
His mouth tightened with determination.
“This time… I won’t lose it.”
Cheongmyeong left Okcheonwon at once and ran away.
Only the strong scent of incense lingered long after he left.
