The Avalokitesvara Bodhisatva
1. Grandpa Miao Zhuan
" The Seven Buddhas of the past "
" Thousands of Buddhas of bharda kalpa "
There was a heavy and raucous voice reading and chanting the prayer silk.
" The Seven Buddhas of the past "
" Thousands of Buddhas of bharda kalpa "
following a loud and loud voice sounded, the voices of children who tried to imitate the silk tone of the first voice prayer.
" Now and the coming "
" Five hundred Buddhas "
back the heavy and raucous voice was heard again.
" Now and the coming "
" Five hundred Buddhas "
the voice of the little boy repeated those words.
The sound of each other following the spoken voice raucous and then in the imitation of the voice of the child is a small part of the words - words or quotations from the book of Mahayana which reads as follows :
Seven Buddhas of the past
Thousands of Buddhas from bharda kalpa
Now and the one that is coming
One thousand five hundred Buddhas
Fifteen thousand Buddhas
Five hundred Buddha victory flowers
Hundred Million Buddha treasure vajra
Buddha the fixed light
Six Buddhas from six corners of the world
If the sound of the silk of this prayer is heard in the temple or temple, it does not need to be noticed anymore, because it is natural and natural that a monk recites or recites prayer silk or teaches his students lessons about silk or prayer mantra.
But strangely two voices that follow each other after this are heard from inside a dense forest that is rarely visited by humans and becomes a nest of wild animals or humans - strange humans such as robbers, such as thieves, garong and his country.
Looking into the wild forest and knowing who the man who recited the prayer silk from the Mahayana book, was not a monk, nun, or priest of Tosu, it turns out, but an old grandpa old rickshaw who carries a butut stick as a tool to walk.
This grandfather was a tall, emaciated body, sunburned black skin, over 100 years old. His long hair was unraveling irregularly, his face was pale and withered and his eyes were rather large with a sharp glare. He named Miao Zhuan's grandfather a strange-looking man who had a hidden background.
Not far behind him, walked a boy of about 10 years old. Her clothes were full of patches, hair in a Gelung tie to the back. His face was a bit pale white, clearly visible fatigue radiated in the look of his face. His eyes narrowed and sharply stared at the grandfather. Seeing the condition of this child is very poor to - until not even shoes.
Near his right ankle there is a scar that has not dried up, extending as big as a little finger so that it seems clear the path is slightly limped - limping. His body, hands, and face looked full of whipping wounds that were still flushed red, indicating that the wound had not happened long ago.
Even so, the boy looked happy after seeing the grandfather.
For a week the boy had run into the forest, running from the pursuit of a strange monk wearing an orange turban who almost killed him if he did not run away and hide in the forest.
Unintentional and a small fortune leads him into trouble, when he found a strange white lotus (Lotus Flower) flying over him while looking for fruit on the edge of the lake near the edge of the forest.
A strange white lotus flower (Lotus Flower), 33-leafed petals or sheets emitted a bright white light and flew into his soul. It is this impudence that causes him to run from the deadly pursuit of Giam Lo Ong or the God of Death (Yan Luo Wang).
Arriving from the top of the tree slid a monk with orange sacrifice, cutting the step of the child who was about to go towards the grandfather.
" Boy "
Quickly hand over the white lotus flower fragment you found.
"Said the monk to the boy".
Shocked and trembling were seen on the boy's face after days of running and avoiding the chase, it turned out that the monk had arrived and was standing in front of him with murderous intent and gaze that flashed clearly on his face.
Although surprised and scared, the boy looked calm.
" Hey Monk "
I told you that the white lotus flower (lotus flower) was no longer there for me. How many times do I have to repeat it so you can trust me.
The boy's loud voice was clearly heard in the grandfather's ear which caused him to immediately stop his steps.
You must die, if the white lotus flower has fused into your soul, cried the monk.
There's no way I'm going back to Theravada, waiting for punishment from the Arahant. I would rather bring you back to life or death, let the arahant take the white lotus fragment from your soul, the monk said.
