Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Do you think about whether each of my decisions was appropriate?"

“You have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, because if we want to walk that path, we must first become that path.”

“In the past, I said, ‘Our Dharma is open to anyone who wants to hear the truth, without discrimination based on any status.’”

“I have also said, ‘I am like a stream in the long river of the Dharma, and now thousands of streams have all flowed into it.’”

Siddhartha recalled the past and looked down at the feet of all the people who were here. What had once been a gentle plain with roads made of grass, where he had spent years traveling across the land of Bharata, was now in ruins.

...But even so, there are still people who tenaciously survive on this land.

Suddenly, a violent tremor accompanied by a rumbling sound caused the ground to collapse everywhere. The crustal movement from deep underground caused cracks tens of meters deep to appear in the earth. Even the man-made rural areas were gradually shattered and broken. Some places no longer resembled rural areas at all, let alone this forest.

At the same time, Siddhartha also understood that it was only because Shiva, Vishnu, and Brahma had done their utmost to resist the wrath of the Supreme Brahma that it remained "just like this." Otherwise, everything would probably have collapsed and turned into nothingness long ago.

In reality, Siddhartha knew that the three angels were no match for Brahman, because as creators, they could not defy the will of their creator. The reason they were able to have these few decades was probably because, for such beings, decades and milliseconds or less made no difference.

If anyone in this world could rival the Supreme Brahman, it would probably be someone who has transcended himself and Gavia.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Siddhartha sighed, then looked down at the monks and smiled slightly.

"Today, I have witnessed how a single drop of water can become an ocean. There are three truths that everyone should follow."

"A vast heart".

“Words of kindness.”

"Dedicate your life to compassion."

"These three true words will reshape the essence of humanity, enabling all beings to have love. Regardless of poverty or wealth, all life has suffering; the only difference is the degree."

“Monks and nuns, the knowledge I have imparted to you today must be carefully studied, carefully observed, and constantly practiced. Only after you have personally experienced it can you share it with others. From today onward, you will shoulder the heavy responsibility of spreading the supreme truth throughout your lives, in the many cycles of rebirth.”

As an enlightened being, having attained true cosmic-level enlightenment, it is a miracle in the Indian pantheon, a miracle that occurs only once in countless cycles of rebirth. Therefore, an enlightened being who can see the 'future', even before entering Nirvana and leaving this universe, still sees the future.

The 'reboot' of the Hindu pantheon will be broken, but it will still take many cycles to complete.

Ancient constraints will be buried in the past and inherited into a brand new era.

At the end of that endless glory, life will continue forever.

"Do not readily believe anything, not even what I have said, until you use your knowledge and wisdom to reason and be certain of it."

"All phenomena are impermanent; they are born and then die, arise and then cease. You must constantly strive in the many cycles of rebirth in order to attain liberation."

At this point, Siddhartha closed his eyes under the tree, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself in the universe, surrounded by various Bharadvajas and Kshatriyas glaring at him, as if they wished to devour him alive.

"You say the exact opposite; you believe in the afterlife, but you don't believe in your own existence!"

"Without a self, how can there be an afterlife!"

"You are not the Holy King of the Wheel at all; you are an evil being even more wicked than the Six Masters!"

“You’re right, but that’s not contradictory.”

Faced with the angry rebukes of the immortals, Siddhartha did not become agitated, but instead slowly explained.

"Even without self, there will be an afterlife."

"Why?"

"Have you ever seen a mango? We can replant it in the soil, and it will grow into a mango tree, bearing many fruits. Isn't this the reincarnation of the mango?"

One of the immortals was speechless and could only lower his head.

"You're denying individuality!"

At this moment, another sage walked over and pointed fiercely at Siddhartha.

“Buddha, your first Noble Truth is ‘All is suffering, the world is suffering, birth is suffering, death is suffering.’ Life is suffering everywhere. Isn’t this a negative idea?”

“That’s right, but after the first Noble Truth, I said the second one, ‘Suffering has an end.’ When I talked about the end of suffering, I first explained what suffering is and how to overcome it. How can this be entirely negative?”

"fart!"

An enraged immortal burst into a tirade, “You’ve come to destroy this world! Since you arrived, the God of Compassion has vanished without a trace, the world’s order is on the verge of collapse, and everything is about to be destroyed! You’re sending young people to become monks, disregarding the future!”

"This is not about destroying the world. What I want people to give up is the false pleasures of the world, leading them to seek the source of life. It takes great courage to walk this path, and only the brave can do it. In this vast world, holding a bowl and focusing one's mind on oneself is like walking on a knife's edge. An unawakened child may elevate his family, but he may also bring great loss. Similarly, a bhikkhu regards the whole world as his family, and an awakened bhikkhu will also elevate the world."

“You’re right, but your principle of not killing has made the warriors turn to renunciation. This makes them want justice, yet they also feel guilty.”

“That’s right, but not killing is a shift. It doesn’t mean immediately giving up weapons or not resisting. It can only be implemented from an equal perspective. Violence can never end violence. Everyone fears death. If you recognize that others share the same thoughts, you will also consciously give up violence.”

Siddhartha opened his eyes again. It was already daylight, and only a few hours remained before his passing.

At this moment, among the disciples who had been silently surrounding him, Jin Chan suddenly spoke:

“Buddha, do you know what I’m thinking of? Once when you were giving a sermon, you remained silent and didn’t say a word. You just picked a lotus flower from the pond and brought it to the monks. The lotus flower’s roots were still covered in mud. You smiled at them, but only Kasyapa laughed and cried… Later, everyone called that time ‘the smile of picking up a flower.’”

Jin Chan continued.

"None of us understood, except for Kasyapa, who comprehended your meaning..."

“Some of what I gave you can be expressed in words, but others cannot be described in words. I passed it on to Kasyapa.”

The enlightened one smiled and looked at his disciples around him. “If this miracle of the flower blooming is seen by our eyes of meditation, then the life journey of that lotus flower begins in the water, blooms, grows, and then stands tall and independent in the water. Similarly, I have established that supreme truth in the cycle of reincarnation.”

Kasyapa, in the story of the enlightened one's "smile while holding up a flower," was the disciple with the least attachment among them and is recognized by Chinese Zen Buddhism as the "first patriarch of the Western Paradise."

A moment later, facing the sunlight, Siddhartha spoke again:

"Next, I'm going to see Master Randeng. I'm going to witness the future of my teacher."

The past.

"The inherent nature of all dharmas is 'Tathagata'."

"All things come from 'suchness'."

"Therefore, the lotus is born from 'suchness,' and all people are born from 'suchness.' Thus, all are born from 'suchness.' Since they arise from 'suchness' and then return to 'suchness,' this can be called 'suchness.' All dharmas do not arise anywhere, nor do they disappear anywhere. All dharmas are permanent, just as they were before."

Siddhartha preached in this way, and the monks called him Tathagata in order to remind themselves that they all possess the nature of 'Tathagata'.

Afterwards, many monks followed Siddhartha to the place where the monk Dipankara was at that moment.

The withered branches swayed in the wind on the sunlit ground, the fragile branches that would break at the slightest touch made a dry sound, and they were like a mountain of needles attracted by a magnet.

If you look up, you can see immortals and gods flying in the sky, a dreamlike scene that is hard to see in the past.

It was at this moment that the monks who came with Siddhartha saw Kavia sitting under a tree, surrounded by countless couples listening to his teachings.

"Equality is essential in married life."

"When husband and wife are united in love, the family will be vibrant and prosperous, and this prosperity can spread and bring joy to everyone."

"The union of two loving people in this world should transcend the physical body and the desire for money and material possessions."

"A husband should give his wife respect and honor, and should not let her be ashamed in front of others. The wife should not violate the principles of being a wife, and the husband should also uphold the law and stay away from all evil habits. Every decision the husband makes should take into account the wife's wishes. It is the wife's responsibility to love her husband deeply. She should regard her husband's family as her own, always be a haven of love, care for and cherish the members of her husband's family, treat guests with respect, and trust each other. The supreme truth will belong to such two people."

In fact, Gavia did not stay indoors all day and never come out to see people. He would occasionally go out into the world, and whenever someone happened to meet him, they would pray to him, the Buddha known as the 'Master of the Lamp', for guidance. For example, today, these couples hoped that Gavia would tell them the 'essence of living at home'.

"Your Excellency is merciful."

Everyone clasped their hands together in prayer.

"Be close to virtuous friends and create an environment conducive to life. When your mind is pure and undefiled, your work will also be in accordance with the Dharma. Whatever you do, whether it's your business or daily chores, you should first understand them and do your best to complete them. For example, when cooking, don't see it as a job, but as an opportunity to take good care of yourself, your in-laws, your children, and any positive connections in life."

"Never be selfish. If possible, share your happiness and success with your closest loved ones. Stay away from gambling and drinking. Be humble, polite, kind, and frank. Remember, when we open our eyes in the morning, there is a new dawn. It is important to know clearly what you need to do."

"People must remember what they owe, and by thinking and living in this way, they will bloom like beautiful flowers in this world."

Below Gavia, who was speaking, were countless quiet shadows, and the sincere faces of people emerged from the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"good."

Siddhartha, who spoke only after Gavia finished speaking, instantly caused a commotion among the previously quiet crowd. After all, Siddhartha was the founder of the true Dharma of the Buddha, and it was perfectly normal for the poor couple to react this way upon seeing the arrival of the two venerable ones and the many monks behind them.

So they invited Gavia, Siddhartha, and the monks to lunch together.

However, Siddhartha, sitting side by side with Gavia, smiled slightly as he looked at the mushrooms that people had brought him, which he had picked individually.

Although it was only for a brief moment, it was enough for Gavia to see it, so he stopped Siddhartha from eating the mushroom.

"Teacher, today is the day I pass away."

Siddhartha responded in this way.

"If that's the case, why suffer such pointless pain?"

“I am helping all sentient beings, and all sentient beings are helping me, let alone someone like you, teacher. This is extremely meaningful.”

According to many Buddhist scriptures, on the day Siddhartha Gautama passed away, at noon he was invited by his followers to eat mushrooms despite knowing they were poisonous. As he had decided, he passed away under the twin Sala trees.

“Teacher, there are three meals that I will never forget in my life. The first is the meal I had with you and the people in the new city after my journey through the four gates. The second is the meal I had before I attained the supreme truth. The third is this meal I had before I entered Mahaparinirvana.”

Although Siddhartha's eyes remained open, it was as if he had been having a long dream of recollection in just a few seconds.

The dream's details were incredibly clear, yet a strange, lingering sense of loneliness and nostalgia still lingered in my heart.

"So, teacher, let's cross the Jinlan River together, we're almost there..."

The green-haired youth still remembers that at this time that year, on the two sal trees across the Jinlan River, countless beautiful flowers bloomed, like amber, those bright and colorful flowers.

And so, the group strode off toward the other side of the Jinlan River.

The brilliant sunlight streamed down from the azure sky, but the closer one got to the forest across the Jinlan River, the more intricately the shadows of the branches and leaves intertwined, accompanied by countless shimmering lights, creating dazzling ripples of shadow.

On Gavia's face, on her yellow clothes, and on the shimmering earth, shadows and light intertwined, swaying and dancing in vibrant colors.

Upon arriving at a certain place, Siddhartha naturally stopped. He stood amidst the swaying shadows, and before him stood the enormous Sal tree. Sunlight and wind swirled in the treetops, as if on a preordained day. The branches and leaves rustled, and the shadows swayed.

Siddhartha Gautama smiled.

He lay down on his right side, head facing north, under the sal tree, in his old posture, with one hand supporting his head.

“Look, spring has not yet arrived, but the red flowers on the Sal tree have already begun to sway. These flowers are like drops of rain, dripping onto our clothes. As the sun sets in the west and the evening glow illuminates the earth, can you hear the music of the two Sal trees swaying in the wind?”

"Life is a path toward death; gathering signifies separation; there is ebb and flow; without death, how can there be birth?"

“My path is not meant to lead you to despair and renounce the world. I firmly believe that people can be transformed by the good or bad deeds of others. This hope rests on noble souls. We are born on this earth and suffer all kinds of pain. The world is filled with tears and sorrow, but it is not a place for suffering to linger.”

"This world is the dwelling place of the enlightened, but the enlightened must be awakened. For the insomniac, the night is exceptionally long; for the weary, the destination is far away; for those who live blindly and do not understand the true Dharma, life is full of suffering."

“Ignorance gives rise to suffering, sorrow, and delusions. Anger, greed, pride, conceit, and jealousy all arise from ignorance. Illusions lead people astray. Although they are two separate things, life and death are not different; they are one. We are hindered by delusions. Once all obstacles are removed, we can live independently.”

"Precepts, concentration, wisdom, and the Eightfold Path can break through all kinds of false views. Right view, right thought, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration. All knowledge must be verified by one's own learning and guidance, and one should not blindly follow it."

At that moment, Siddhartha looked at Gavia to the side and smiled.

What remains forever in my heart are the words my teacher left me, words I have read again and again and imprinted in my mind, words that are like guiding stars shining in the darkness.

On that night when the lamps of the poor burned dimly to illuminate their path.

If this is how I'm greeted, perhaps that's not bad.

Yes, teacher. Everything is in flux. There are no eternally unchanging strongmen, nor are there eternally indestructible kingdoms. All things in the world, like the Sal tree, bloom and wither, in an endless cycle.

The place you reach and decipher, all living beings will surely reach there—

"Now is the tomorrow of all living beings, and the future will surely come."

In an instant, countless brilliant rays of light rose from the cracked earth, soaring like fireflies, illuminating the dim world one last time before fading away—the awakened one, Siddhartha Gautama, as a human being, entered Nirvana.

Then, in that instant, time seemed to truly stand still. As for Gavia, who could see that 'room,' it was as if she sensed something, and a large door in the room opened by itself.

As it opened, the endless colors contained within, something like the universe, appeared.

After the door was fully opened, in an instant, the interior of the "room" was filled with something, just as if sensing Siddhartha's passing and Gavia's thoughts, something was growing inside the "room," something that could almost be called "will."

Within the shell of the Supreme Brahman, which is beyond human comprehension and is neither human, nor beast, nor thing, the thriving will manifests itself in the form of the historical process of the Indian divine age.

At the same time, the stars trembled, a storm swept across the universe, everything rapidly dissolved, the sky faded, and the earth cracked.

As if millions of years had passed in an instant, a jet-black flame, powerful enough to destroy an entire universe of the Indian pantheon, entered the world at this moment. Under the shroud of dazzling illusory light, everything seemed to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dissolving particles.

Countless Mayas are born and die in the ocean of the universe. As the supreme will expands or contracts, they converge to form an invisible, endless wheel of rebirth.

However, viewed from a breathtaking macroscopic perspective, even a wheel powerful enough to sever a planet tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter becomes as soft as a thread, rapidly worn away and silently extinguished through random tearing and rotation, as if assimilated.

When he finally arrived before Gavia, only a gentle breeze stirred his long silver hair.

What stopped and shattered the attack of the High Brahman was the golden light that came from outside the 'room,' from the other universe, from the passing away of Siddhartha.

And so, the world of Gavia gradually lost its 'information,' and everything seemed to turn into a blank sheet of paper.

But those clear blue eyes firmly grasped the will within the 'room,' without any confusion or contradiction; the sole purpose was to kill the Supreme Vanguard.

And so, looking upon this thing that had existed for millions of years since its birth in India, traversing what seemed like an endless night, yet disrupting the perfect workings of the first world, finally—