Lu Xun's first master was a monk
Original text
Lu Xun: My First Master
I don't remember the old book that seems to say to the effect that there was a Taoist gentleman, naturally a celebrity, who desperately tried to repudiate the Buddha all his life, but named his own youngest son as "I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. One day someone questioned him about this. He replied, "This is the very thing that indicates contempt!" The man had nothing to say and retired.
In fact, this Mr. Daoxue was a sophist. The name of the child is "monk", which contains superstition. China has a lot of demons and ghosts, specializing in killing people, especially children; to ***, they let go, peace of mind. Monk this kind of person, from the monk's position, will become a Buddha --- but not necessarily --- certainly very high, and from the position of the readers look, they have no home, will not be The readers' intention of the ghosts and monsters is to be a good example of what they can do. Readers intend to the ghosts and monsters, that opinion is of course the same as the readers, so they do not come to stir up. This and the name of the child for the cat and dog, exactly the same meaning: easy to raise.
There is also a way to avoid ghosts, is to worship monks as a teacher, that is, the meaning of shed to the temple, but not in the temple. I was born in the Zhou is the eldest male, "things are expensive", my father was afraid that I have a future, and therefore do not raise, less than a year old, they led to the Changqing Temple to go, worship a monk as a teacher. Worship teacher whether to ZhiXi gift, or give alms or something, I do not know at all. I only know that I was given the name "Changgeng", which I occasionally used as a pen name and gave to the scoundrel who terrorized his niece in the novel "In the Tavern"; there was also a hundred garments, the "cassock", which, in theory, should be made of all kinds of rags, but I did not use it. A variety of rags put together, but mine is an olive-shaped small pieces of various colors of silk sewn on, non-celebratory events do not wear; there is also a thing called "cow rope", on which hangs sporadic small pieces, such as calendars, mirrors, silver sieve, and so on, it is said to be able to ward off the evil spirits.
This arrangement seems to have some power: I have not died.
However, now the name of the law is still there, but the two pieces of magic treasure has long been lost. A few years ago, I went back to Beiping, and my mother gave me a silver sieve from my baby days, which was the only reminder of that time. A closer look, it turned out that the sieve diameter of just more than an inch, the center of a Tai Chi diagram, above a book, below a scroll of paintings, the left and right decorated with a very small ruler, scissors, abacus, scales and so on. I then suddenly realized that the Chinese evil spirits, is afraid of cut and dried, can not be ambiguous things. Because of inquiry and curiosity, last year, I once went to ask the silver store in Shanghai, and finally bought two sides to, and my almost the same style, but decorated with small things some increase or decrease. Strange, more than half a century, the evil spirits or such a disposition, to avoid evil or such a magic weapon. However, I also think that this magic treasure adults can not be used, but very dangerous.
But this made me remember the first Mr. half a century ago. I still do not know his legal name, no matter who, call him "Long Master", long and thin body, long and thin face, high cheekbones and thin eyes, monks are not supposed to keep a beard, but he has two locks of drooping moustache. People are very kind to me, also very kind to me, do not teach me to read a line of scripture, also do not teach me a little bit of the rules of Buddhism; he himself, put on the robe to be a monk, or put on the Vishnu cap to set off the fireworks, "no rituals, lonely souls, come to receive the taste of nectar," when it is solemn, usually can not read the scriptures, because it is the abbot, only in charge of the temple's trifles, in fact --- naturally, by me, the temple is the only place that I have to go. In fact --- naturally, by the way I look --- he is just a shaved hair of the layman
Therefore, I have another master mother, that is, his wife. In theory, monks are not supposed to have wives, yet he did. In the center of the main house of my family, there is a tablet, written in gold letters, the five that must be absolutely respected and obeyed: "Heaven, earth, ruler, parent and teacher". I was the disciple, he was the master, and could never protest, and at that time, never thought of protesting, though it seemed a little odd. But I did love my Master Mother, and as far as I can remember, when we met, she was already about forty years old, a chubby Master Mother, dressed in basilisk-colored sarong and pants, cooling off in the yard of her house, and her children came to play with me. Sometimes there were fruits and snacks to eat - naturally, this was one of the main reasons why I loved her; in the words of the noble Prof. Chen Yuan, it was the so-called "milk is for mothers", which is very insignificant in terms of personality. However, my teacher's mother was a bit unusual in her love story. "Love" is a term used nowadays, but at that time it was only called "dating" in our remote area. "Poetry Classic" cloud: "style good carry on, do not face you carry on," the origin is considered very ancient, not too long from the time of the Duke of Wenwu and Zhou have, but later it seems to be not a very high and mighty good words. This does not matter. Anyway, I heard that when Master Long was young, he was a very beautiful and capable monk, and he was very sociable and knew all kinds of people. One day, the countryside to do social theater, he and the playwrights know each other, they went on stage for them to beat the gong, shiny scalp, tu new sea green, really full of wind. The countryside is a bit stubborn, thinking that monks should only recite sutras and worship, some people on the stage cursed. The master was not willing to show weakness, but also give them a scolding back. So the opening of the war, sugar cane tops like rain flying up, some warriors, and the momentum of the attack, "they are outnumbered", he had to retreat, one side back, the other side must be chased, forcing him to panic and had to hide into a family to go. And this family, and only a young widow. After the story, I am not quite sure, in short, she later is my teacher's mother.
My first master (Lu Xun) articleI don't remember the old book seems to be, to the effect that there is a Mr. Taoism, naturally, is a celebrity, life desperately to open up the Buddha, but the name of his own young son as a "monk". One day he was questioned about this. He replied, "This is a sign of contempt!" The man had nothing to say and retired.
In fact, this Mr. Daoxue was a sophist. The name of the child is "monk", which contains superstition. China has a lot of demons and monsters, specializing in the killing of successful people, especially children; to ***, they let go, peace of mind. Monk this kind of person,
From the monk's position, will become a Buddha --- but not necessarily --- is certainly very high, and from the position of the readers look, they are The monks have no home, no family, will not be an official, but is the stream of ***. Readers intend to the ghosts and monsters, that opinion is of course the same as the readers, so they do not come to disturb. This and the name of the child for the cat and dog, exactly the same meaning: easy to raise.
There is also a way to avoid ghosts, is to worship monks as a teacher, that is, the meaning of shed to the temple, but not in the temple. I was born in the Zhou is the eldest male, "things are expensive", my father was afraid that I have a future, and therefore do not raise, less than a year old, they led to the Changqing Temple to go, worship a monk as a teacher. Worship teacher whether to ZhiXi gift, or give alms or something, I do not know at all. I only know that I was given the name "Changgeng", which I occasionally used as a pen name and gave to the scoundrel who terrorized his niece in the novel "In the Tavern"; there was also a hundred garments, the "cassock", which, in theory, should be made of all kinds of rags, but I did not use it. A variety of rags put together, but mine is an olive-shaped small pieces of various colors of silk sewn on, non-celebratory events do not wear; there is also a thing called "cow rope", on which hangs sporadic small pieces, such as calendars, mirrors, silver sieve, and so on, it is said to be able to ward off the evil spirits.
This arrangement seems to have some power: I have not died.
However, now the name of the law is still there, but the two pieces of magic treasure has long been lost. A few years ago, I went back to Beiping, and my mother gave me a silver sieve from my baby days, which was the only reminder of that time. A closer look, it turned out that the sieve diameter of just more than an inch, the center of a Tai Chi diagram, above a book, below a scroll of paintings, the left and right decorated with a very small ruler, scissors, abacus, scales and so on. I then suddenly realized that the Chinese evil spirits, is afraid of cut and dried, can not be ambiguous things. Because of inquiry and curiosity, last year, I once went to ask the silver store in Shanghai, and finally bought two sides to, and my almost the same style, but decorated with small things some increase or decrease. Strange, more than half a century, the evil spirits or such a disposition, to avoid evil or such a magic weapon. However, I also think that this magic treasure adults can not be used, but very dangerous.
But this made me remember the first Mr. half a century ago. I still do not know his legal name, no matter who, call him "Long Master", long and thin body, long and thin face, high cheekbones and thin eyes, monks are not supposed to keep a beard, but he has two locks of drooping moustache. People are very kind to me, also very kind to me, do not teach me to read a line of scripture, also do not teach me a little bit of the rules of Buddhism; he himself, put on the robe to be a monk, or put on the Vishnu cap to set off the fireworks, "no rituals, lonely souls, come to receive the taste of nectar," when it is solemn, usually can not read the scriptures, because it is the abbot, only in charge of the temple's trifles, in fact --- naturally, by me, the temple is the only place that I have to go. In fact --- naturally, by the way I look --- he is just a shaved hair of the layman.
So I have another teacher-mother, his wife. In theory, monks are not supposed to have wives, yet he did. In the center of the main house of my family, there is a tablet, written in gold letters, must be absolutely respected and obeyed by the five: "heaven and earth, ruler, parent and teacher". I was the disciple, he was the master, and could never protest, and at that time, never thought of protesting, though it seemed a little odd. But I did love my Master Mother, and as far as I can remember, when we met, she was already about forty years old, a chubby Master Mother, dressed in basilisk-colored sarong and pants, cooling off in the yard of her house, and her children came to play with me. Sometimes there were fruits and snacks to eat - naturally, this was one of the main reasons why I loved her; in the words of the noble Prof. Chen Yuan, it was the so-called "milk is for mothers", which is very insignificant in terms of personality. However, my teacher's mother was a bit unusual in her love story. "Love" is a term used nowadays, but at that time it was only called "dating" in our remote area. "Poetry Classic" cloud: "style good carry on, do not face you carry on", the origin is considered very ancient, not too long from the time of the Duke of Wenwu and Zhou have, but later does not seem to be a very high and mighty good words. This does not matter. Anyway, I heard that when Master Long was young, he was a very beautiful and capable monk, and he was very sociable and knew all kinds of people. One day, the countryside to do social theater, he and the playwrights know each other, they went on stage for them to beat the gong, shiny scalp, tu new sea green, really full of wind. The countryside is a bit stubborn, thinking that monks should only recite sutras and worship, some people on the stage cursed. The master was not willing to show weakness, but also give them a scolding back. So the opening of the war, sugar cane tips like rain flying up, some warriors, there are offensive trend, "they are many, we are few", he had to retreat, one side back, the other side must chase, forcing him to panic and had to hide into a family to go. And this family, and only a young widow. The future story, I do not quite know, in short, she was my teacher's mother.
Since "Cosmic Wind" came out, I have never had the chance to read it, and only in recent days have I seen the "Spring Issue". One of Mr. Bahtang's "do not judge heroes by their success or failure," which I found very interesting, he thought that the Chinese "do not judge heroes by their success or failure," "the ideal is not to be regarded as sublime," "but in the organization of the crowd is really However, in the organization of the crowd, it is really undesirable. Suppressing the strong and supporting the weak means never wanting to be strong. To worship the heroes of failure is not to recognize the heroes of success". "There is a popular saying that the Chinese nation is rich in assimilation, and that is why the Liao, Jin, Yuan, and Qing dynasties have never conquered China. In fact, this is nothing but a kind of inertia, which makes it difficult to accept new systems". How can we repent of this "inertia"? Let's not talk about it now, and there are many people who are thinking for us. I just want to say that the reason why the widow has become my teacher's mother, its fault is also in the "not based on the success or failure of the heroes. There is no living Yue Fei or Wen Tianxiang in the countryside, so a beautiful monk escaping from the stage in the rain of sugar cane is a real hero of failure. She could not help but find the ancestral "inertia", worship, for the pursuers, also like our ancestors for the Liao, Jin, Yuan and Qing armies, "do not recognize the success of the hero". In history, the result was, as Mr. Bahtang said, "It is difficult to convince the Chinese society not to build up authority", so there should have been "Ten Days of Yangzhou" and "Three Massacres of Jiading". But then the countryside, but it seems not "Shu Wei", scattered, naturally, perhaps they did not expect to hide in the house.
So I have three brothers, two brothers. The eldest brother is the poor man's child, shed in the temple, or sold in the temple; the rest of the four, are the master's son, the son of the great monk as a young monk, I did not think how rare. The eldest brother was only single; the second brother also had a family, but he kept a secret from me, and this was evident from the fact that he was far less skillful than my master, his father. And all are so far removed from me in age that we hardly ever socialize.
The third elder brother is ten years older than me, I'm afraid, however, our later relationship is very good, I often worry for him. I remember one time, he is going to receive the big precepts, he does not read the scriptures, think may not be y versed in what the Mahayana doctrine, in the shaved head, put two rows of moxa, burn up at the same time, I see is always inevitable to call the pain, this time, most of the men and women, most of the participants, it is not very elegant, and also lost me as a younger brother's honor. How can this be? Every time I thought of it, I was very anxious, as if I was being precepted myself. However, my master in the end the Taoist power is profound, he does not say the precepts, do not talk about the doctrine, only in the early morning, called my third brother to go, sternly instructed: "Desperately stay, do not cry, do not scream, or else, the head will be blown open, dead! This kind of big drink, really than what "Lotus Sutra" or "Mahayana Buddhism" is more powerful, who is happy to die, so the ceremony is very solemn, although the two eyes are more watery than usual, but to two rows of moxa in the top of the head burned, indeed, not a sound. I breathed a sigh of relief, so to speak, "like a weight off", good men and women are also all "ten praise, joyful giving, salute and scattered".
The monk has received the great precepts, from Shamans to monks, and we are at home in the crown ceremony, from the child to the adult. The adult is willing to "have a room", and the monk naturally can not help but think of a woman. To think that monks only remember Sakyamuni or Maitreya Bodhisattva is a worldly misconception that they have never worshiped a monk as a teacher or been friends with a monk. There are also monks in the temple who do practice, do not have women, and do not eat meat, for example, my eldest brother is one of them, however, they are withdrawn, cold, look down on people, as if they are always depressed, and they have a fan or a book, if you move him, he will be unhappy, so that people do not dare to get close to him. Therefore, I am familiar with, all have a woman, or declare that they want a woman, eat meat, or declare that they want to eat meat monks.
I was not surprised that the third brother was thinking about women, and I knew what kind of women he wanted. People may think that he wants to be a nun, but not, monks and nuns "good", doubly inconvenient. He was thinking of a young lady or a young granny; and this "lovesickness" or "unrequited love" --- that is, the so-called "unrequited love" today. The medium for this "love" or "unrequited love"---what is called nowadays "unrequited love"---is the "knot". In the rich families where we live, when there is a funeral, there are always some rituals to be done every seven days, and on one of the seven days, there is a ceremony to "untie the knots" because before the death of a dead person, it is always inevitable that he will sin against others and keep a knot of grievances, and so it is necessary to untie the knot for him after his death. The method is in this day after worshiping the sutra in the evening, the spirit of the display of a few plates of things, is food and flowers, and one of the plates, is to use the twine or white rope, wear a dozen or so of the money, the two ends together and tied into a butterfly type, eight knot type and so on the complexity of the knot is not easy to unravel. A group of monks will sit around the table, and sing and solve, after solving, money to the monks, and all the dead people's grievances have completely disappeared. This reasoning seems a little strange, but who all do this, not surprising, about also a kind of "inertia". However, the untying of the knot is not as speculative as the world, each untying, if there are monks thought to play exquisite, and thus born love, or intentionally played solid, difficult to dissolve, and thus born hate, will be able to secretly the whole fall to the monk's robes of the big sleeve to go, let the dead left behind the knot of grievances, to the hell to suffer. This kind of knot brought back to the temple, will be stored up, but also when to appreciate, just as our or also can not help but favor to look at the works of female writers. When appreciating, of course, can not help but think of the writer, who is tying the knot, the man will not, the slave girl will not, have this skill, needless to say is a young lady or young grandma. Monks do not have a literary figure of the lofty, so he can not help but see things think of people, the so-called "when involved in reverie" up, as for the state of mind, although I once worshiped the monk as a teacher, but in the end is in the family, do not quite understand the details. I only remember that the third brother once had no choice but to give me a few, some of them are really playing the exquisite, and some of them are playing well, soaked in water, but also with scissors handle and so on, so that the monk can not be dissolved. The knot is to try for the dead, but now it is difficult with the monks, I really do not know what Miss or Young Grandma means. This question until twenty years later, learned a little medicine, only to understand the original is to give the monk to suffer, quite a bit of abuse of the opposite sex of the pathological. Deep bosom resentment, will radio-like report in the Buddhist temple monk, I see Mr. Taoism can not expect this layer.
Later, the third brother also has a wife, the origin is a young lady, is a nun, or "small family" it, I do not understand, he also strictly confidential, Taoism is far less than his father. At this time I also grew up, I do not know from where, heard the monk should abide by the rules and such ancient words, but also with this to ridicule him, intended to make him embarrassed.
"Monks don't have wives, where are the little Bodhisattvas?"
This is the first time I've ever seen a monk with a wife.
This is really the so-called "lion's roar", so that I understand the truth, dumbfounded, I did see the temple has more than ten feet of the big Buddha, there are a few feet or a few inches of the small bodhisattva, but never thought of why they have size. It was only after this drink that I came to the complete realization of the necessity of monks having wives, and the origin of all the small Bodhisattvas, and no more doubts occurred. But to find the Third Brother was a little tougher from then on, for the monk, by this time, had three homes: the first was the monastery, the second the home of his parents, and the third the home of himself and his woman.
My master, about forty years ago, has died; most of the brothers have become abbots of a temple; our friendship is still there, but we have not been able to communicate with each other for a long time. But I think they must have each had a large number of little Bodhisattvas long ago, and some of them have little Bodhisattvas again.
Lu Xun My First Master Main ContentMy First Master is a work by Mr. Lu Xun, originally published in April 1936 in the first issue of the first volume of the monthly magazine Writers. In the article, Lu Xun recalled the monk who worshipped him as his master when he was young with a heavenly and free and unrestrained creation, and the reminiscence exuded a warm feeling for the recounted people and events, as well as a sense of identification with the master's attitude towards life.
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