planet reborn

Siddhartha's wedding was held one month later. Free e-book download This happy event was a top priority for the people of Kapilavastu.

On the occasion of his wedding, the whole city was decorated into a sea of ​​flowers. Surrounded by crowds of people, Yasodhara, the daughter of King Jueshan, rode an elephant to the door of the palace.

At this time, Siddhartha was at the door in full attire and helped his mother into the palace gate.

In the main hall, King Suddhodana and Lady Maya looked at their son and daughter-in-law with tears in their eyes, but they were filled with indescribable joy. Yang Rui, on the other hand, stood aside with a calm face and no wave in his eyes.

Three years later, Siddhartha was nineteen years old. At this time, he was already the father of several children and had many wives and concubines. This kind of life continued.

And Yang Rui looked into his eyes and silently determined in his heart: "It's time."

One morning, Yang Rui came to see Siddhartha. At this time, the prince was still sleeping with his concubine in his arms, but was awakened by his teacher.

Facing Yang Rui's reasonable intrusion into the bedroom, he didn't dare to show any anger. He quickly got up from the bed, stood at the bedside and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter with coming here so early?"

Yang Rui glanced at the concubine huddled on the bed and said, "You have become a little lazy these years. Have you forgotten many of the things I taught you?"

Siddhartha smiled and said: "No, I have not forgotten all the knowledge you taught me."

Yang Rui nodded and said, "That's good."

After saying that, he turned to leave the bedroom and said casually: "Go and get ready and accompany me to ride horses outside the city."

Siddhartha clapped his hands and said, "Great, I have been in the palace for a long time, and I also want to go out to relax."

Yang Rui looked at Siddhartha's happy face and said with a smile: "Then hurry up and get ready. I don't have the patience to wait for you too long."

At a short time, Yang Rui and Siddhartha were already riding on two horses and heading straight to the entrance of the palace. When the guards saw the prince and his teacher urging their horses to come, no one dared to stop them. The two men went one behind the other.

Then he left the palace gate.

On the street, the people made way for these two men one after another and saluted to show their respect.

Siddhartha glanced at Yang Rui beside him and said, "Teacher, can I ask a question?"

Yang Rui said: "Ask."

Siddhartha thought for a while and asked: "It has been twenty years since you came to the palace. My father and mother have turned gray, and I have grown up. But why are you still so young? It seems that you will never know.

Get old."

Hearing this question, Yang Rui smiled slightly and said: "The reason why I will not grow old is because I have faith in my heart!"

Siddhartha asked curiously: "What faith has such magic power?"

Yang Rui said: "This belief comes from your own soul. If you can do it, you can also be like me."

Siddhartha said happily: "Teacher, you must teach me these lessons. I really hope to learn and make me and my family young forever."

Yang Rui said: "This kind of faith is not something everyone can have. The price is to throw away everything. Can you do it?"

Siddhartha thought thoughtfully and said, "Throw away everything?"

"Yes, throw everything away!" Yang Rui's tone was very sure: "You have lived a life of fine clothing and fine food since you were a child. You have a pair of parents who love you. And now you have children and a group of wives and concubines. Are you willing to throw away this life?"

Do you want to stick to your faith at all costs?”

Siddhartha was silent for a long time and said: "This looks difficult."

Yang Rui said: "You are right. It is extremely difficult for people to put aside all the glitz and stick to their beliefs wholeheartedly. I don't know if you can do it. Therefore, I can't teach you these lessons.

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As the two people were talking, they had already arrived at the city gate. Just in front of the tall doorway, an old beggar was sitting on the ground. His body was in rags, his face was withered, and he seemed to be about to die soon.

Yang Rui said to the old beggar: "You see, no matter whether you are rich or poor, you will never escape aging in this life. The same is true for you and the people around you."

Siddhartha looked at the old beggar on the ground, and his heart tightened. He didn't know what to say. He just didn't want to look anymore and urged his horse out of the city.

Outside the city gate, a dying man was lying on the roadside, his body covered with abscesses, flies flying around his body, while several vultures were waiting for the man to take his last breath.

Yang Rui added: "This man is about to reach the end of his life. No one or any power in the world can save his fate. He can only wait for death."

Seeing Siddhartha's sad look, Yang Rui asked: "Don't you want to say something?"

Siddhartha was silent for a long time and said: "Death is really a terrible thing."

Yang Rui said: "But no one can avoid it."

Siddhartha asked Yang Rui: "Can't you save him?"

Yang Rui shook his head and said, "You can't save him now."

The two people continued to walk forward, and a dead body stopped on the roadside. The body had been eaten by vultures and almost only the bones were left. Yang Rui said: "This is the final outcome of human beings. Although you are a prince, one day you will be dead."

It will become like this! Anyone can become like this!"

"Stop talking, teacher!" Siddhartha yelled, raising his hand and whipping the horse. The horse raised its front hooves, neighed and ran away thinking about the distance.

Yang Rui looked at Siddhartha's retreating back with a smile on his lips.

Late at night, Siddhartha came to Yang Rui's room. He stood at the door and knocked softly, and asked: "Teacher, are you asleep?"

Yang Rui replied in the room: "Come in, I'm waiting for you."

Siddhartha walked into the room. Under the candlelight, his face was very ugly. He stared at Yang Rui on the recliner and asked: "Teacher, is it really possible to change a person's destiny?"

Yang Rui nodded and said, "I think so."

Siddhartha added: "As you said, with firm faith, you can live forever? Can I do it?"

Yang Rui smiled and said, "But you can't do it now."

Siddhartha said: "Is it because I still miss the glitz and glamor in front of me?"

Yang Rui said: "Your eyes have already answered this question."

Siddhartha sighed and said, "But I can't bear to leave my family and everything. Can't we have the best of both worlds?"

Yang Rui shook his head firmly and said, "It's impossible. You have to pay the price for it."

"What if I don't want to?"

Yang Rui said: "Then you will want to be like what you saw today and become like that, and in the near future, your parents will be the first to die, followed by you, and then you

descendants."

"It's too painful to leave this place." Siddhartha hesitated.

Yang Rui said: "You can choose to retreat, but you cannot choose your destiny. Only by stepping out bravely can you and the people in the world be saved."

"Is it really going to be like this?"

Yang Rui nodded firmly and said, "Because you were chosen by me."

Siddhartha looked at Yang Rui and asked: "Teacher, who are you?"

Yang Rui said: "A person who takes you on the road. I have been waiting for this for nineteen years." To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!