Myriad Worlds Begin with Douluo

Chapter 728 The Process of Philosophy

As for his injured foot, Siddhartha just pulled out the barb, put it aside, and continued on the road.

Seeing a river not far away, he quickened his pace, wanting to fetch some water to quench his thirst.

When he came forward, he found a monk who was practicing asceticism with his shirt off and disheveled hair.

The bhikkhu's face was vicissitudes, but he looked natural. Standing in the water, he realized the true meaning of nature.

Siddhartha thought it was interesting, so he stopped fetching water, but walked into the water, imitating the appearance of the bhikkhu, clasped his hands together, as if he was contemplating something.

Sensing the movement, the bhikkhu opened his eyes and turned to Siddhartha: "Who are you?"

Siddhartha smiled and briefly talked about his situation, saying that he abandoned his family and children and came out to be a renunciate.

Those who reject are those who abandon their families and children.

It can also be called a bhikkhu, a monk.

And Siddhartha also stated his purpose, that he was a renunciate in order to find the true meaning of life.

The bhikkhu with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, heard that Siddhartha was like this, and saw that he was good, so he decided to take him to see his teacher.

Siddhartha naturally readily agreed.

At night, the two rested under the tree. The monk who was traveling with him saw his injured and inflamed soles, so he looked for some herbs, crushed them, and applied them to Siddhartha.

The sudden touch awakened Siddhartha who was in inner meditation.

Seeing the monk who was traveling with him, he was relieved.

"Thank you."

After applying herbal medicine to him, the monk asked Siddhartha, "Have you never walked barefoot?"

"Yes."

Siddhartha looked thoughtful.

Indeed, as a prince, where did he suffer so much?
For a moment, I felt a little lost in my heart. He still had a lot to go.

A few days later, he followed the monk to a small village.

The Sanskrit sound here is ethereal, and there are many like-minded monks sitting in meditation.

However, what Siddhartha most wanted to see was the teacher whom the monk had mentioned. He had many questions waiting for the master to answer them.

The monk also saw Siddhartha's question, so he slowly raised his hand and pointed in one direction.

There is a magnificent river, but the water surface is extremely calm.

I saw a person soaking in the middle of the river, with a round of red hanging in the sky, like a heavenly being.

Everyone who saw this scene seemed to understand something.

"In that world, those monks, although they look a bit sloppy, they don't seem to be ordinary people."

It is not ordinary.

Ordinary human beings, how can they be soaked in the river without moving?

Although for those strong people, this is just pediatrics.

At this time, Jia Lan, the master in the picture, stood up from the water, submerged to the knees, and walked slowly towards the shore.

With every step, the water surface has circles of waves, quiet and peaceful.

Siddhartha looked piously, folded his hands, and looked at the master who came ashore.

After approving the orange Taoist uniform, the master also noticed the newcomer's face, but he didn't care at all and walked past him.

Siddhartha didn't mind either.

Just when the master was explaining his understanding, the monk brought Siddhartha over and introduced some basic information about Siddhartha.

After listening to the master, he chuckled and asked, "Do you know how to beg for food?"

Siddhartha said respectfully, "That's why I came here, Master."

"What I'm talking about is not knowledge, but begging." The master thought Siddhartha didn't understand, and repeated again.

"I have abandoned all dignity, so what's the difference in begging for food?" Siddhartha said.

The master looked happy, but said: "Go and beg for food over there."

Afterwards, Siddhartha, led by a monk, went to a town or village outside to beg for food.

A dignified prince wants to beg for food like a poor man!

Seeing this scene, the viewers of the heavens were all speechless.

"Born in the emperor's family, but have to beg for food? I've never seen anything like this before."

"It's understandable if the country is destroyed. But this Siddhartha asked for it, really asked for it."

"I have to say, it's hard to understand."

It is difficult for all planes, universes, and creatures in them to understand such behavior.

Is this also practice?
What can such practice achieve?
Strong face?
Or is it the kung fu that can walk in water like the sloppy master before?

If there are things that are not clear, there are naturally things that are clear.

This, perhaps, is a kind of spiritual practice.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

If such a realm can be reached, then everything will be smooth.

However, this kind of practice will always encounter a lot of criticism. If you ignore the barrier in your heart and self-destruct, it will be the end.

And in some planes where Buddha exists, all versions of Buddha nod.

No matter how they are today, at least Siddhartha is their predecessor.

In the picture, Siddhartha came to the door of a family alone under the experience of his fellow monks. He was a little nervous, but he still put the bowl in his hand respectfully on his chest and said his blessings.

The kind people also put some food in Boyu with a smile on their faces.

The first begging was successful.

Siddhartha was very happy, with a smile on his face, he raised his palm involuntarily, and prayed again for those who gave him food.

However, this time, he was stunned.

He didn't understand, why would he unconsciously want to be blessed by others?

The accompanying monk came over and said, "When others respect you, your soul will naturally think of blessing them."

Siddhartha thought it made sense, nodded, and went to the next house to beg for food.

This time, it was obviously more familiar.

When the woman gave him food, Siddhartha raised his hand to bless the family and turned away.

However, the woman was recalling something and stopped Siddhartha.

Seeing the woman's expression, Siddhartha also noticed something. The woman seemed to recognize his identity as a prince, so she didn't dare to stop and quickened her steps.

However, a running child bumped into him and knocked the food he begged to the ground.

The children did not stop.

Or he was afraid that this tall and burly person would teach him a lesson, or he didn't notice his fault at all.

Siddhartha didn't care, just bent down to pick up the food that fell on the ground.

And the woman behind her finally heard who the familiar face was.

That is the prince of Kapilavastu - Gautama Siddhartha!
She hurried down, squatted in front of Siddhartha, and asked, "You are the crown prince of Kapilavastu, Prince Siddhartha, right?"

Hearing what the father and daughter said, the monk not far away was also shocked.

The father and daughter continued to ask: "Your Highness, why did you come out to beg for food?"

At this moment, Siddhartha seemed to face up to his identity, stood up, and said slowly: "Madam, you are mistaken, I am not some prince, but a monk."

After speaking, he turned and left directly.

The accompanying monks also hurriedly followed and returned to Master Jialan.

That master was still sitting under the bodhi tree, which was as thick as a human body, and the scorching sun didn't seem to make him sweat.

Siddhartha showed his results to the master.

The master smiled and said with relief: "Self-esteem is no longer an obstacle to your pursuit of knowledge."

Afterwards, the master taught Siddhartha meditation.

The so-called meditation is to forget the past.

However, whenever Siddhartha sat in meditation under the bodhi tree, he was always unable to meditate.

Whenever I close my eyes, all kinds of sufferings in the world - war, desire, death, etc., emerge before my eyes.

He, can't meditate!

He wanted to find Master Jialan for answers.

At this time, the master was sitting by the river, throwing rice grains into it.

The fish in the water jumped out of the water happily and competed with each other for food.

For the two people on the shore, there seemed to be no fear.

After listening to Siddhartha's question, the master picked up a stone under him and threw it into the river.

The stone jumped on the surface of the water, and after a few jumps, it sank into the river.

"Look, the stone went over the water and sank into it again."

"In the early stage of meditation, the past, present and future surround you, just like the clouds in the sky, like thoughts, unpredictable, but you can never touch the sky."

"When you are in meditation, be like the sky, and your thoughts come and go like clouds—"

"However, the mind must always focus on one place and concentrate on the breath."

"That way, the distracting thoughts will naturally go away, all the pain, all the back and anxiety, that is, it will disperse like a cloud, and you can see the light of day."

After such enlightenment, when Siddhartha meditated under the bodhi tree, his mind was much more stable.

He is a child with a clear understanding, and he understands everything.

The monk who had traveled with Siddhartha also told the master about Siddhartha's progress.

The master said with relief: "Siddhartha wanted to gain the wisdom of meditation, so he gave up all the pleasures in the world and devoted himself to seeking the truth."

However, a monk under the master was not happy, saying: "I have given up more. When I came here, I never told the master that I am the son of a rich merchant."

"So am I, I was born in Vaisya..."

Looking at the noisy mourners, the master didn't say anything, but the monk who had traveled with Siddhartha couldn't help it.

He made Siddhartha's identity public.

Master, his eyes widened instantly, he was also shocked by the news.

He hastily dismissed his disciples and asked them to beg for food, while he murmured: "The fairy's prophecy has come true! Siddhartha, can guide mankind out of darkness and pain, and walk towards the path of light and silence!"

"The name of Siddhartha will forever be recorded in the volumes of human history!"

"he······"

The master said, his hands trembling, "I...I am his mentor..."

Most of the creatures who watched this scene were a little puzzled.

In the cloud, is the fairy's prophecy really so effective?

In worlds like Pirates, Hokage, and Fairy Tail, they are more like watching battle scenes than a person's spiritual growth.

As for the planes and universes such as the spiritual cage, super god, three bodies, and Journey to the West, they are all thoughtful.

This is a philosophical process!

This is Siddhartha's growth path!
(End of this chapter)