This is not Sanskrit in the general sense. It is extremely old. It should be the ancient rune of the origin of this kind of writing. It can't be verified, but it is the prototype of Sanskrit.
Therefore, it is difficult to translate accurately. Yang Xiao asked a friend to ask an authoritative Sanskrit textual scholar in India to decipher it, and then he could barely translate it.
This is the prototype of Sanskrit, but it also gives birth to several meanings because it is too different from the Sanskrit of later generations. A few words contain many meanings, which makes people have a headache.
Consummation of Enlightenment and Movement was one of the translations.
The gate of wisdom is the second possible meaning.
The sacred object that opens the way of heaven and earth is the third translation, which is the most peculiar and puzzling.
Ye Fan was in a daze. He couldn't help but be shocked. This unremarkable little stone Buddha seemed to have a great background, and it was beyond his imagination!
The first meaning – Perfect enlightenment, obviously refers to Buddha. Self-awareness, other awareness, and enlightenment are three realms. Mortals have no three realms. Bodhisattva reaches the second realm, self-awakening and enlightening all living beings. Only when Buddha reaches perfection, he can cut off all worldly thoughts and ignorance.
The second meaning – Gate of wisdom, this is a general statement, and there is a line of translation annotation, but it is really to open a door.
"It is suspected to lead to Spirited Mountain."
This annotation is more surprising than the original translation. Ye Fan is moved. He just came back from Tibet, and for a moment, he felt a vast wave, no weaker than Mount Meru.
From the Whirling World to Spirited Mountain, this is a kind of annotation that makes people shudder. It is very mysterious. Can this little stone Buddha really lead to a secret place? It is thought-provoking.
The third meaning – the sacred object that opens the way of heaven and earth. This is a very mysterious statement, just a vague translation, and even the translator himself is not sure, so there is not much elaboration.
Ye Fan is surprised. He did not expect this little stone Buddha to be so mysterious. Why was it left in an uninhabited area, like an abandoned thing?
Yang Xiao looks strange. Ordinary Sanskrit is fine, but this kind of ancient rune is rarely seen in India. Only one or two national treasures are engraved with it. He asks him how he got it, and reminds him kindly and carefully that the country is very strict with the supervision of cultural relics.
Ye Fan was helpless. Since he gave out a few small gifts, Yang Xiao judged that it had a history of more than two thousand years. He probably regarded him as a reseller of cultural relics.
Xu Qiong gave Ye Fan a phone and helped him save her number. After so many years, Ye Fan was in a daze when he held this communication tool again. He was not used to it.
Living in the mortal world was naturally inseparable from money. No matter what one did, money was needed. The things he had on him were too shocking, and any one of them could cause a lot of trouble.
Left with no choice, he took out a white jade bottle, wiped away the Dao marks and divinity on it, crushed it into dozens of pieces, and handed them to Xu Qiong, asking her to use her connections to help auction them.
Although Xu Qiong was already mentally prepared, she was still shocked to see such a flawless Psychic Jade destroyed just like that.
When she entrusted it to be auctioned off, during the appraisal process, the old master beat his chest and stamped his feet. He was incomparably pained, and said that this was a sin. Such a precious treasure was actually broken, and this was an immeasurable loss for the jade shop. This was a crime.
Xu Qiong was numb. She had seen Ye Fan burn a pile of treasures even more mysterious than this in the cemetery. It was almost like a dream! And the few ornaments she wore on her body were even more bizarre. Her flesh, blood, organs, and bones seemed to be undergoing a baptism every day.
Ye Fan put away his sorrow and went to do some things that he should do. He visited the families of his former classmates, and if they needed help, he would definitely lend a hand.
Half of his classmates had been buried on Mars Star more than twenty years ago, and the rest were lost in the Big Dipper Star Region. After so many years, he was the only one who came back alive.
Parents in the world were pitiful. It was a great sorrow when the old sent the young off. Even after so many years, some families still could not walk out of the shadow. In that era, most families only had one child, and losing a child was equivalent to losing everything.
Ye Fan sighed softly. The tragedy was not only in his family, but in the eleven families he found, several elderly people had already passed away.
More than twenty years had passed, and most of these elderly people were in their seventies or eighties. In this era, medical science had made considerable progress, so this could not be considered a long life. There was no other reason for this.
Back in Big Dipper, Ye Fan and Liu Yunzhi were mortal enemies, but this matter concerned his family. After returning, he also went to visit Liu Yunzhi, Wang Yan, and Li Changqing's families. If they needed care, he would not stand by and watch.
Most of the families had decent living conditions, and only a few had some difficulties. What really troubled them was the scar in their hearts, especially in their later years.
But Ye Fan could not help them. He had no way to resurrect those people, and he had no way to bring back the few who were still alive. All he could do was secretly put spirit medicine in their food and drink to strengthen their muscles and bones, cleanse their flesh, and extend their lifespan. Then, he would think of a way to change their living conditions.
However, he did not know if this was the right thing to do. Even if their lifespans had increased, there was no joy in their hearts. Was this good or bad?
"There are still a few people who can come back …" Ye Fan muttered to himself, and then he sighed softly.
The Five-Colored Altar was in the depths of the Yuhua God Dynasty's ancestral temple. Countless cultivators rushed in to fight for the green cauldron, immortal scriptures, and so on. It could be said to be extremely dangerous. At that time, even he was not sure that he could return. All he did was try his best.
At that time, he and Pang Bo did not bring Zhang Wenchang and Liu Yiyi with them. They wanted to make sure that there was no danger before making a decision, so that the two of them would not take the risk with them.
In fact, they found the coordinates of Earth in the ancestral temple and immediately handed them to the Black Emperor and the others. When the time came, they could hand them over to Liu Yiyi and Zhang Wenchang and cross back to Earth.
"Many years later, there will still be people who will return …"
However, Ye Fan did not know that after he left, Desolate appeared. The only divine array that led to the altar was destroyed by him.
Without that teleportation array, it was almost impossible to rely on one's own strength to enter the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land and ascend the Five-Colored Altar. Crossing the sky had become a legend.
To Ye Fan, why Pang Bo suddenly left was still a mystery. He still did not understand, but he believed that there must be an irreversible reason.
The families of more than half of his classmates were found. He did everything he could, even at the expense of shocking the world, to cure those who were in critical condition and reverse the situation and revive them.
When Ye Fan went to look for Zhang Wenchang's family, he had mixed feelings. He still remembered the sorrow of Zhang Wenchang on the other side of the starry sky. He was in his twenties, but he looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies. His aptitude was not good, and he was often bullied by his fellow disciples. He was called a half-crippled old man.
In the end, he was even forced to open a small tavern to make a living. He was quiet all day long, as if he had no soul. Even when he was bullied by others, he silently endured it.
Back then, Ye Fan killed ten people in a fit of anger, and finally sent him to the Taixuan Clumsy Peak, which finally changed his fate.
However, he knew that Zhang Wenchang could not be happy. He was depressed, and he missed his parents all the time. He still remembered one time when he was drunk and cried bitterly on the table.
"When I left, my wife was already pregnant, and our child was about to be born. When she needed me most, I disappeared and came here …"
Those sad words were still ringing in his ears. Ye Fan shook his head hard.
More than 20 years had passed, and Ye Fan saw Zhang Wenchang's son. The two looked very similar, which made Ye Fan lose his mind. If only Zhang Wenchang was here. The child that he thought about day and night had already been born.
Because of the nature of father and son, this young man did not like to talk much, but he had a sharp mind. When he saw Ye Fan, he immediately called out his name.
"I have seen you. There is a photo of you in the relics left by my father. You … Is my father still alive?" He was shocked and could not wait to ask.
Ye Fan nodded. He was happy for Zhang Wenchang, but also sad for him. His wife loved him very much. After giving birth to this child, she did not abandon his old parents.
"My stepfather was an orphan. My mother married him so that she could treat me better and take care of my grandparents."
Hearing this, Ye Fan had mixed feelings. He was happy for Zhang Wenchang, but also sad for him.
"My father disappeared, but I know that my mother must have had a good relationship with him. She could not forget him for so many years, and sometimes she would be alone in a daze."
There were too many helplessness in this world. Life could not be chosen again. Zhang Wenchang had left this world. These could only make people feel sorry and helpless.
"My stepfather was a good person. He treated me, my grandparents, and me very well. Our family … could be considered happy."
Zhang Yi cried, but he was very rational. He did not cry or scream. He asked about every detail of his father in that world again and again.
When Zhang Yi heard Ye Fan talk about how his father was unhappy and how he cried after getting drunk, saying that he missed his wife and son and felt that he had let them down, Zhang Yi cried and choked, "Although he didn't raise me, I don't blame him because he couldn't do it himself. He didn't abandon us on purpose. Actually, I also miss him very much. Because my mother said that he was really good. What was wrong was only the starry sky, only fate. "
Ye Fan patted his shoulder and did not say anything. All he could do was to tell the truth.
"Are you an immortal? Can you bring me to see him?" Zhang Yi asked hopefully.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "I can't even go back myself. Today, I have said too much. Your life is very good now, and I should not disturb your peace. In a while, I will erase some of your memories. Happiness, peace, and happiness, I think this is what your father wanted to see the most. "
"No, you can't do this!" A middle-aged woman walked over agitatedly.
This was Zhang Wenchang's wife. Ye Fan raised his head. He had already sensed her arrival, so he was not surprised.
"You have no right to erase our right to know. No matter what happens in the future, no matter what the result is, this will always be a precious memory in our hearts!" Zhang Wenchang's wife said with tears in her eyes.
Ye Fan had seen her several times in the past and had even attended their wedding banquet. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years had passed, but the people had changed.
"Ye Fan, you and Wenchang are good friends. Can you really be so heartless to let us be ignorant and erase everything? You must know that these are precious memories to us! "Zhang Wenchang's wife cried.
"Yes, these will not disturb our lives. We can't erase these memories." Zhang Yi retreated and supported his mother.
Ye Fan did not know how he left. He walked silently along the way. He did not erase the memories of the mother and son. They were right. That would be too heartless. They had the right to know.
When he left, he left behind some "small tools" and two bottles of spirit medicine. He did not know what else he could do.
A melodious ringtone sounded. It was Xu Qiong calling. He pressed the answer button and just as he placed the phone beside his ear, Ye Fan woke up with a start. His expression changed and he said, "What, you are saying that Pang Bo, he …"
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