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The Lotus Sutra
Scenario:《莲花前传》
契子：公元前464年，地球上曾诞生了这样一位了不起的人物，因为他的出现，五浊的世界在眼前消灭，万念都荡涤灰灭。苦海中才有舟航，火宅里才有甘霖，迷途上才有指南，黑暗中才有了光明。人间有他，才能虚假的转为诚实；才能坚吝啬的转为喜舍；才能罪恶的化为善美。他把贪爱抛向海洋，把做扫得精光，把一切的罪恶，深深地埋藏起来。他如太阳般的慈光，庇护着大地，庇护着世世代代的众生，直到今天，关于他的教导还有幸在世，教导我们成为自觉他人的人。这本书，就是关于他的故事...
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Siddhartha Gautama
He is the founder of Buddhism. He is compassionate, selfless, and wise. Siddhartha was born into a life of luxury but renounced all attachments to become a sage. After meditating under the Bodhi Tree, he gained enlightenment and shared his insights with others. He taught people to let go of desires and find peace through mindfulness and detachment. His message of selfrealization and selfdiscipline influenced many, shaping Eastern spirituality and philosophy forever.
Bodhisattva
He is Siddhartha Gautama's son. He is innocent, tender, and hopeful. Bodhisattva was raised by his aunt Nanda after his father disappeared into meditation. His presence signifies the potential for future awakening and the promise of new beginnings. His story underscores the theme of familial love and the potential for personal growth amidst uncertainty, serving as a symbol of hope for personal development and enlightenment.
Kondanna
He is Siddhartha Gautama's cousin. He is indulgent, materialistic, and selfish. Kondanna was raised with every luxury but never found contentment. He envied Siddhartha's ability to let go of worldly desires, calling him a fool for rejecting the pleasures of life. His disdain highlights the contrast between material wealth and inner fulfillment, underscoring the struggle between earthly attachments and spiritual seeking.
In the year 464 B.C., an extraordinary figure emerged on Earth.
At that time, the world of the five turbidities was destroyed before our eyes.
All thoughts were washed away into oblivion.
The ocean of suffering was given its vessels to navigate through.
Life’s conflagration was graced with sweet rain.
The lost ones found guidance along the path he trod.
Truth emerged from the shadows.
Falsehood transformed into sincerity.
Stinginess became generosity.
Wickedness blossomed into goodness and beauty.
Greed and desire were cast aside into the sea.
Impurities were swept away like autumn leaves.
Sin lies heavy like a burdened chain, deeply buried beneath the earth, awaiting the moment of its purification.
A benevolent light shielded the Earth, nurturing beings through the ages.
Until today, his teachings remain a precious legacy in our hearts, guiding us on how to become individuals who are self-aware and aware of others.
This book tells the story of him...
In the profound tranquility of the Himalayas, an ancient cave lies hidden amid the lush forest, entwined by tendrils and moss. Within this sanctuary, a centenarian sage, Asitta, sits cross-legged upon a stone platform, entering a deep meditative state. His breath is steady and powerful, resembling the very pulse of the earth itself.
"Master, Master!" A sharp, excited voice suddenly pierced the silence of the jungle. The young acolyte rushed breathlessly into the cave, "You must come quickly! In the direction of Kapilavastu, an extraordinary sight has appeared, one we have never seen before!"
At that moment, the sound of hooves echoed through the woods, and a messenger rushed through the shade, dismounting to kneel before the immortal. “Honored Immortal,” he said, “I come on the orders of King Suddhodana of Kapilavastu, summoned to invite you to the palace for a divination. Last night, Queen Maya had a peculiar dream, and the King believes it must be related to the signs we witness today. We implore your assistance.” The immortal frowned slightly, pondering for a moment before nodding. “I shall accompany you,” he replied, turning to the young acolyte. “Come with me.” With that, he donned his outer robe, and together, the immortal and the messenger embarked on the winding path to the kingdom of Kapilavastu, passing through ancient trees that had witnessed countless seasons.
Along the forest path, the Buddha walked side by side with the emissary, attentively listening to his account of the kingdom of Kapilavastu.
The morning sun filters through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
The air is alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the gentle chirping of birds.
Bypassing moss-covered stones and twisted tree roots, the footfalls softly echo in the tranquility.
As he walked, the sage Asita envisioned the kingdom he had described—a small yet vibrant place nestled between towering mountains and vast plains.
A land blessed with lush forests, crystal-clear rivers, and fertile soil that yields an abundance of crops.
Yet, despite its natural beauty, Kapilavastu finds itself surrounded by powerful neighbors who covet its riches and strategic location.
The voice of the envoy carried a note of pride as he spoke of the Clean Food King, that just and equitable ruler who dedicated his life to safeguarding his people and upholding their ancient, inherited traditions.
His tone was filled with admiration as he continued, "The Pure Rice King rules the realm with rigor, yet never forsakes compassion. He treats his subjects with utmost seriousness and responsibility. He has even personally inspected the construction of irrigation ditches and often says, 'The people's sustenance is the foundation of the nation; there must be no trace of negligence!' As a monarch, his authority does not stem from fear, but from a profound sense of duty towards his country and its people." His words paint a picture of a man who, despite a rugged demeanor, possesses a heart full of mercy.
The immortal nodded with a smile, as if he had already caught a glimpse of what this king looked like. The envoy revealed a warm smile and continued, "Yet, before his family, he becomes someone entirely different, especially in the presence of Queen Maya. Do you know? Just a few days ago, the King of Clean Rice proudly presented a crooked little flower he had personally planted to the Queen, exclaiming, 'This is our family’s treasured gem, one of a kind! For our dearest wife!'"Upon hearing this, a touch of gentleness appeared in the immortal's eyes: "It seems this king possesses not only wisdom but also tenderness. So, what is your queen, Lady Maya, like?"
When the name of Queen Maya was mentioned, the envoy's voice carried a gentle tone imbued with deep reverence. He described her as an elegant and kind woman, beloved by all who knew her. With a smile, the envoy said, "Lady Maya is the eldest princess of the Shakya lineage, the daughter of King Suddhodana of the city of Kapilavastu. She has been married to King Suddhodana for over ten years. Her voice is like a spring breeze, and her movements are as graceful as flowing water. She cherishes nature, always surrounded by flowers and the songs of birds. Many say she embodies the soft glow of moonlight, illuminating every corner of the palace without making a sound."
When he mentioned their inability to have children, a shadow of gloom suddenly filled his face, revealing a profound worry. The immortal gently nodded, having gained some understanding within. After a moment of silence, the two continued on their way, the jungle behind them seeming to recede with every step, growing increasingly deep and mysterious.
As they approached the city gates of Kapilavastu, the sage noticed the exquisite stone carvings that adorned the entrance, akin to a vibrant tapestry come to life.
They depict mythical beasts and dragons, their bodies coiled around each other, guarding the city from any potential threats.
The emissary leads me through the bustling streets, where merchants hawk their wares from wooden stalls.
The air is filled with the enticing aromas of exotic spices and fresh fruits.
The celestial being paused briefly in front of a fruit stand, their gaze fixed upon the locals gathered around, animatedly exchanging tales and gossip with fervor.
An elderly woman, her face lined with age and wisdom, clutches her shawl tightly around her shoulders.
She speaks in hushed tones, recounting tales of miraculous events that have occurred in the city.
She tells of a blind man who regained his sight after touching a sacred relic, and of a withered tree that suddenly sprouted leaves after being blessed by a passing monk.
Others also joined in, sharing their own tales of wonder and awe. A child pointed to the immortal's robe, whispering something to his mother as he tugged at her hand.
The immortal's heart, tranquil as a still wave, continued to follow the envoy, making its way toward the towering walls of the palace.
As they approached the grand gates of the palace, the envoy turned, a solemn expression etched upon his face.
"Honored Immortal, there is something you must know before we enter," he says quietly.
"The Queen's dream foretold the birth of a child who will change the fate of our world."
The sage Asita stood before the messenger, gazing intently at the massive doors of the palace. The copper studs gleamed, while intricate carvings of elephants and lions adorned the door, seemingly whispering ancient legends and the majesty of royal power.
Above their heads, scarlet and golden banners swayed gently in the breeze, casting dancing shadows upon the stone columns.
Guards eye us warily as we wait.
The messenger presented his credentials to the chief guard, while the sage Asitha peered through the great doors, observing the scene within the palace.
The wooden structures rise in elegant tiers, small brass bells tinkling softly in the wind.
The scent of teak and bodhi wood mingles with the fragrance of lotus blossoms from the nearby ponds.
A group of palace attendants hurried by, whispering in hushed tones, pointing at the immortal's robe.
"Esteemed Sage," the envoy continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "it is rumored that this child possesses the wisdom of a thousand sages and the power to unite kingdoms."
The eyes of the ascetic Ashvaghosha widened slightly, as the profound implications of this prophecy raced through his mind.
"Do you believe this child is the one from Queen Maya's dreams?" he inquired, his voice steady yet suffused with curiosity.
The envoy nodded solemnly, a profound conviction shimmering in his eyes.
"Yes, I do. The celestial signs align with the ancient prophecies. The birth of this child will be a turning point in our kingdom's history."
As they spoke, the palace doors swung open, revealing a grand hall bathed in warm lamplight.
The walls were adorned with vibrant tapestries depicting scenes of battles and royal ceremonies.
At the far end of the hall, King Suddhodana stood, resplendent in his royal attire.
His eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he approached the sage.
"Greetings, Honored Sage," he said, his voice filled with respect.
"I am King Suddhodana. It is an honor to have you in our palace."
The immortal bowed respectfully, responding to the king's greeting.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. I am humbled to be here."
The king gestured for the immortal to follow him, guiding him through the winding corridor adorned with exquisite murals and splendid sculptures.
They entered a room adorned with opulence, where Queen Maya lay languidly upon a silk cushion.
Her beauty was evident even in her sleep, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders. The king gently woke her, and she opened her eyes, confusion momentarily clouding them.
Upon seeing the sage standing before her, she sat up gracefully and bowed her head in respect.
"Greetings, Honored Sage," she said softly.
"I am Queen Maya, I pray you pardon my disheveled appearance."
The immortal smiled warmly and replied, "Your Majesty, your beauty surpasses any adornment; it is truly my honor to be in your presence."
Hearing his praise, Lady Maya felt a slight blush color her cheeks, but she quickly regained her composure and began to recount the dream that had visited her.
"In my dream," she explained, "a majestic six-tusked elephant descended from the heavens and entered my womb. Its tusks shone like gold in the sunlight."
As she spoke, her hands trembled slightly, betraying her inner turmoil.
The sage listened intently, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon her eyes.
"And what did this elephant signify?" he asked gently.
The voice of Queen Maya trembled slightly as she responded, "I believe this heralds the birth of our child."
The immortal nodded thoughtfully, then proceeded to inquire further about this dream and its significance.
"I stood in a lush garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and towering trees," she began, her voice rich with wonder.
"Suddenly, a magnificent white elephant appeared before me. Its tusks shone with an ethereal light, as if they were made of pure crystal."
As she spoke, her hands moved gracefully through the air, tracing the path of the elephant's tusks.
"Six tusks, each one radiating a different hue of light. It was truly breathtaking."
The sage watched her closely, his eyes never leaving hers.
"And then?" he prompted gently.
Madame Maya leaned slightly forward, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"The elephant approached me and touched its trunk to my belly. As it did, I felt a surge of energy course through my body. It was as if the very essence of life had been transferred into me."
The silk cushions rustled softly as she shifted her position on the couch.
"The sound of celestial music filled the air, a melody so enchanting that it seemed to transport me to another realm."
The immortal nodded thoughtfully, and the profound significance of these details swiftly flickered through his mind.
Surrounding the palace, gentle streams meander, encircling lush gardens and the inner courtyard. Within the courtyard, lotus ponds, bodhi trees, and sacred banian trees flourish in the vibrant embrace of spring, their leaves a riot of green and the air alive with the joyous song of birds.
Mrs. Maya's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise at the mention of the gem by the immortal.
"Ah, yes," she replied, her voice filled with awe.
The gem of Namoni shone with a bright radiance upon the forehead of the elephant, as if it possessed the power to illuminate everything before us. The immortal listened intently, absorbing every intricate detail of the Maya queen’s dream.
He could see the sincerity in her eyes and knew that this vision held great significance for their kingdom.
As they conversed, the Clean Rice King quietly paced behind them, the sound of his footsteps gently echoing on the marble floor.
His existence serves as a constant reminder of the heavy burden of responsibility that rests upon his shoulders.
The immortal turned his gaze once more toward Lady Maya, his face suffused with expressions of compassion and understanding.
“Your Majesty,” he said gently, “the symbols within your dreams hold profound significance. The six tusks symbolize perfection and harmony. The white elephant represents purity and strength. And that Mani Gem signifies wisdom and enlightenment.”
On the road, the messenger proudly said, "Though Kapilavatthu is small, it is quite special, like a pearl nestled at the foot of the Himalayas. The land there is fertile, and the rivers weave like a delicate net. The Sakyas are brave and clever, friendly toward others, and their neighboring countries appreciate them. Despite the presence of powerful nations nearby, such as the Koshala to the north, Magadha to the east, and Avanti to the west, King Suddhodana is wise; he uses his intelligence to maintain peace in the kingdom, allowing all to live well."
"What does this mean for our child?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.
The immortal smiled warmly and replied, "This means your child is destined for greatness. They will bring balance and harmony to our kingdom, endowed with unparalleled wisdom."
I walk along the palace balcony, my gaze sweeping over the breathtaking panorama of Kapilavastu.
In the morning light, the golden wheat fields stretch endlessly, merging with the horizon where the majestic Himalayas rise like sentinels.
Below, merchants from the Shakya clan engage in lively discussions, their laughter carrying on the wind as they share their wares with travelers passing through.
A guard approaches me, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor.
He bows respectfully and begins to report on the latest news from neighboring kingdoms.
"Sixteen nations gather at our borders," he informs me gravely.
"Their armies are growing restless, eager to claim our land for themselves."
I turn my gaze toward the distant mountains, watching a flock of birds take flight from the palace gardens.
Their wings catch the sunlight, shimmering like jewels against the crystal-clear river that flows gently below.
"Master, Master!" A voice, urgent and agitated, suddenly shattered the tranquility of the forest. The young boy, panting heavily, rushed into the cave. "You must come quickly! A wondrous phenomenon the likes of which we have never seen has appeared in the direction of Kapilavastu!"
I lean against the palace railing, studying the boy's dirt-streaked face as he catches his breath.
His eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Golden deer are dancing in circles near the eastern forest," he explains, his voice filled with awe.
"And peacocks have spread their tails, revealing patterns we've never seen before."
Before I can question him further, the sound of hoofbeats echoes across the courtyard.
A rider clad in gleaming gold and silver garments gallops through the palace gates, his horse's flanks lathered with sweat.
He dismounts in a fluid motion and drops to one knee before me.
"Your Majesty," he begins, his voice filled with urgency.
"I bring a message from King Suddhodana. The queen has had a dream, a vision that foretells the birth of a child who will bring great change to our kingdom."
As he speaks, I straighten my posture, remembering the strange lights I witnessed in the forest.
The rider's eyes meet mine, and he continues with urgency, "The king requests your presence at the palace immediately. He believes you may hold the key to understanding this prophecy."
I nod, feeling the weight of destiny pressing upon my shoulders.
"Very well," I reply, determination in my voice, "let us not delay any further."
I enter Maya's private chamber, where she sits by an open window.
The warm sunlight casts a golden glow upon her delicate features as she works on a piece of silk.
Her delicate fingers danced gracefully among the fabric, deftly weaving golden threads into intricate patterns, crafting a soft little garment, each stitch as delicate as a whispered word of love.
As I watch, the eight-petaled lotus begins to take shape under her careful stitches.
Carefully stringing together a necklace of precious pearls—fiery red agate, cool moonstone, and translucent white glass. Under the afternoon sun, they shimmer with an enchanting glow.
She glances up briefly, acknowledging my presence, before returning to her work.
However, I notice her eyes drifting frequently toward me as she continues to embroider.
Nearby, the king's writing desk remains untouched, with scrolls scattered across its surface.
I approach it and notice the subtle glow surrounding Maya's form - a soft radiance that confirms my suspicions about her condition.
As I draw closer, I see how her fingers move with grace and precision, each stitch a testament to her dedication.
The King of Rice ambled back and forth in the corridor of Queen Maya's palace.
His hands are clasped behind his back, and every few steps, he stops to question the royal physician who stands patiently by the door.
"Is there any change?" he inquires, his voice tinged with concern.
The doctor bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Madam Maya is now peacefully asleep, but during the night, she mentioned feeling movements within her womb."
A smile spreads across the king's face at this news.
He turns to me, his eyes shining with excitement.
"This nighttime activity is a sign of the child's vitality," he declares.
Just as they were engaged in conversation, a servant approached, bearing a tray adorned with freshly brewed lotus flower tea.
The king declined the servant's intention to serve tea to Lady Maya, expressing his desire to personally deliver it to her window.
As he entered the room, Lady Maya lifted her head, revealing a gentle smile. "My king, you need not worry yourself with such trifles."
The clean rice king placed the tray beside her and replied gently, "For you, my queen, nothing is too small or too great."
Lady Maya reached out and took King Shakyamuni’s hand, her voice gentle yet resolute: “This child will change everything, won’t he?”
I follow King Suddhodana through the palace kitchen gardens at dusk.
The sun casts a warm orange glow over the lush greenery, and the scent of ripening fruits fills the air.
He walks along the winding path, inspecting each fruit tree with care.
His eyes scan the branches, searching for the perfect fruit to bring back to Maya.
He pauses in front of a mango tree, its branches heavy with ripe yellow mangoes.
He reaches out a hand, gently touching one of the fruits.
It's slightly soft to the touch, indicating its readiness to be picked.
He tests its firmness again, then twists it gently until it comes free from the branch.
He places it in a woven basket carried by one of the kitchen staff who follows closely behind him.
Next, he inspects a fig tree, its branches laden with sweet purple figs.
He selects a few of the ripest ones and adds them to the basket.
Finally, he stops at a pomegranate tree, its bright red fruits glistening in the fading light.
He chooses one that's heavy with juice and adds it to his collection. The kitchen staff hovers around him as he inspects each fruit, their faces filled with admiration for his attention to detail.
They know that every fruit he selects will be used to prepare a nourishing meal for Maya and their unborn child.
As we make our way back to the palace, I notice how carefully he handles each fruit, making sure not to bruise or damage any of them.
He knows that even the smallest imperfection can affect the quality of the dish he plans to prepare.
Back in the royal kitchen, King Suddhodana personally oversees the preparation of Maya's meal.
He instructs one of the cooks to boil some water and add a handful of fresh herbs - mint leaves, basil sprigs, and lemongrass stalks - along with sliced mushrooms and carrots. The cook stirs the pot gently as it simmers on the stovetop, filling the kitchen with a fragrant aroma that makes everyone's mouth water.
The king watches over the cook as he carefully strains the broth into a delicate porcelain bowl.
He adds a dash of honey and a sprinkle of sesame seeds before presenting it to me with a smile. "This broth will provide Maya with all she needs," he says confidently.
净饭王 was strikingly handsome, his mid-length wavy hair cascading elegantly over his shoulders, adorned in regal attire. He entered the boudoir of Madame Maya with an air of tranquil confidence, cradling a delicate porcelain bowl in his hands, filled to the brim with fragrant lotus seed soup. Madame Maya, dressed in flowing court garb that accentuated her expectant belly, looked resplendent with her long hair cascading around her shoulders.
The steam rises in spirals, carrying the sweet fragrance of mountain lotuses gathered from distant streams.
Maya sits up eagerly on her cushions, her pregnancy now visible beneath her silk robes.
As the rice king cautiously approached her bedside, an unsuspecting sneeze—overturned the bowl of soup.
He stumbles forward, the bowl slipping from his hands, and the pearly soup splatters across his golden ceremonial robe.
A sudden burst of laughter shattered the stunned silence, followed by Lady Maya’s inability to contain herself, while the palace maids too lowered their eyes, smiling faintly.
I observe Queen Maya preparing for her journey to Lumbini.
Her movements are slow and deliberate as she packs her belongings.
Palace maids fold her finest silk robes and gather medicinal herbs, while she sits at her mirror, carefully braiding her long black hair.
The king enters, his face a mix of worry and love, and presents her with a carved jade pendant for protection.
He helps her secure it around her neck, his hands lingering on her shoulders.
Outside, the servants were busily filling the ornately adorned palanquins with provisions, while the guards stood by, meticulously examining their weapons.
The palanquin of Lady Maya meandered through the forest path, weaving gracefully towards Lumbini, as the procession moved in its solemnity.
The morning sun casts a golden glow over everything, making the dew sparkle on unfurling leaves.
Maya insists on walking the final stretch, supported by her handmaidens.
She pauses beneath a massive banyan tree, its aerial roots creating natural archways.
Her face brightens at the sight of wild orchids and jasmine blooming everywhere.
When she reaches to touch a branch, a flock of white cranes takes flight from the nearby pond, their wings catching the sunlight.
"Do you see them, Suddhodana?" Maya asks softly, her eyes following the cranes as they soar into the sky.
"Yes, my love," he replies, his voice filled with awe. "They are a sign of good fortune and protection for our journey."
Maya smiles gently, her hand resting on her belly.