Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Today I saw the new city, and I also saw the vast sea of ​​suffering, poverty, illness, and the elderly. Between the rich and the poor, there are distorted rules flowing. Between life and death, the cycle of reincarnation never ends, regardless of caste. Whether Brahmin or Kshatriya, they will all die eventually. Vaishya, Shudra, and the untouchables are all the same."

he went on.

“I saw the sorrow in their eyes, so much so that I loathed my birth. If becoming a Chakravartin is my life, it is not what I desire.”

Siddhartha's unwavering stance led some ministers to speculate...

Your Highness, are you perhaps considering abandoning the throne?

The mere thought of such a terrifying possibility filled them with dread.

If he doesn't become king, how can the Chakravartin King appear? This shouldn't be happening...

Therefore, they looked with pleading eyes at the current royal preceptor of Divirahu, who had accompanied Siddhartha in but remained silent, hoping that he could calm Siddhartha down and prevent him from doing anything impulsive.

However, Gavia remained silent and did not respond.

This caused the already anxious ministers to jump out and kneel at Siddhartha's feet, pleading with him.

"No, Your Highness, how can you see through the sorrow when you are observing through the cracks?"

"Yes, Your Highness, you have seen the essence of life. But there is also love and trust in life. Love can soothe all pain. Even if sadness makes life difficult, love can treat everything kindly."

“Your Highness, His Majesty loves you, all the people of the country love you, and so do we. You also love us deeply and have appeared in our lives. As long as we, who have accompanied Your Highness as you grew up, are here, we can overcome any obstacle.”

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, you must not do anything foolish!"

The pleas of the crowd reached Siddhartha's ears, and for a moment he felt a sense of 'regret,' wanting to immediately heed their advice and abandon his own decision. However—

“You are all people I have known since childhood, and you all love me.”

But I have seen that after the male bird dies, the female bird also chooses to leave. It seems that the end of love is pain, or perhaps love itself is pain, an unbearable agony. Profound love may be envied by the world, but ultimately, death is inevitable. You say love can heal all wounds, but separation is eternal.

But the young man's determination to endure hardship and stand with those who suffer could not be changed.

“You are so close to me, within reach, yet we are so far from the real world. Joy is fleeting, while pain is endless. Therefore, this love is like an illusion, and I, like you, am lost in the darkness of ignorance.”

The crowd fell silent, unsure how to respond to Siddhartha's words.

Then, Siddhartha Gautama said this:

"From this day forward, I will neither uphold the law nor commit any unlawful act. Pain, sorrow, grief, and hatred will surround me—"

Therefore, I will become a rejecter.

In an instant, the entire Three Realms and all things in the Six Paths heard a tremor that seemed to be a cry from the world itself, as if some impossible 'darkness' had begun, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

The renunciation is the fourth stage in the Hindu four-stage life system, which in other words is asceticism.

The being destined to become the Holy King of the Wheel abandoned the throne and became a rejecter?

This was a complete joke, but the facts were undeniable. The ministers of Divirawi and King Suddhodana could only stare at Siddhartha in disbelief, hoping that it was just a slip of the tongue and that he didn't really mean it.

But Gautama, without the slightest hesitation, turned and left, walking out of the palace gates with Gavia and heading towards the forest.

King Suddhodana was so enraged that he fainted, while his ministers wept.

The news of Crown Prince Siddhartha Gautama's determination to become a renunciant quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Divirawi.

"Have you heard? Crown Prince Siddhartha has gone to the forest to practice asceticism."

"Shh, keep your voice down. You shouldn't be saying these things. Perhaps His Highness the Crown Prince has his reasons. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

"What nonsense am I talking about? Ask yourself. The palace maids saw His Highness and the Grand Preceptor leave with their own eyes... Look, she's here."

The people who were arguing about the news saw a maid in the palace and hurriedly asked her questions.

"Is that true? Did the Crown Prince really go to the forest to practice asceticism?"

The maid could only nod in response before quickly leaving.

Now the people of Divirave were certain that Gautama had left the palace and gone into the forest to become a renunciant.

"Lord, what will become of us from now on..."

"Our hard times aren't over yet..."

Some were worried about the future, while others were offering comfort.

"He just went to the forest to cultivate; it's nothing serious. He'll be back. The Imperial Preceptor is with him; he won't abandon us..."

However, the few words of comfort had no effect on the vast majority of people who were already feeling down.

Not only the human realm, but even the gods of the Three Realms were puzzled. How could a perfectly good Chakravartin King, the ideal king who wanted to make the righteous law shine again, suddenly want to go into ascetic practice after seeing the plight of a bunch of insignificant people?

Unable to comprehend it, the gods could only go to Mount Gilasa to ask Shiva for help.

Shiva sits atop a large rock with his eyes closed, his left foot on the ground and his right leg bent at the knee, his posture majestic. In his outstretched right hand, he holds a straight trident.

Beside him were his wife Parvati, several children, and the sacred cow Nandi.

Then, Shiva, in his meditation, sensed the imminent arrival of the gods, headed by Indra, the king of gods. So he opened his eyes and gently stood up from the large rock.

Then, accompanied by a burst of purple light, the gods appeared before Shiva, with Indra at the head.

"Great Heaven, the Holy King of Wheels has strayed from the path, what should we do?"

"Yes, while those who reject the path are not necessarily bad, it is certainly not the path a Holy King should take."

"If a holy king cannot appear, how can this righteous law contend with the illegitimate six masters in this dark age?"

Immediately, the gods could not contain themselves and began to directly question Shiva.

Knowing the gods' feelings, Shiva simply smiled calmly, waiting for them to quiet down before slowly speaking:

"The light of the true Dharma, the Holy King of the Wheel."

"The Holy King has thirty-two marks."

"This is the appearance of a rejecter."

With Shiva's promise to uphold the Dharma, the gods naturally understood that Gautama's renunciation was a process, not an end, and that he would eventually become a Chakravartin. Relieved, they departed.

However, after the gods departed, Parvati looked at her beloved Shiva, who sat on the rock with a smile but had not yet entered meditation, and guessed that her husband had just lied, most likely because of her father, Gavial…

Just as Parvati thought, Shiva was indeed only appeasing the emotions of the gods. After all, Gautama becoming a rejecter was completely outside the scope of the lira. Therefore, at the moment of his choice, a huge tremor resounded as if the three realms had fallen into darkness.

At this moment, Shiva ceased his meditation and instead observed the activities of the human realm below, softly uttering:

"Did you foresee this possibility a long time ago?"

……

In the damp autumn wind, the willows by the river swayed, their slender leaves touching the yellow soil on the ground.

"What are you looking at, Siddhartha?"

Gavia squinted slightly, watching the green-haired youth staring at a certain spot in the forest.

“There is an ascetic there, who seems to be shooting an arrow… I want to go and see, teacher.”

"Then let's go together."

Not long afterward, Gavia and Siddhartha saw an ascetic sitting in a tree, drawing his bowstring.

"What are you doing?"

Siddhartha asked.

"Shh-"

The ascetic shot an arrow, but to no avail. Frustrated, he immediately frowned at Siddhartha and said, "Look, your voice caused my prey to escape."

"As a renunciant, a person who practices asceticism, do you still need to hunt?"

Upon hearing this, the man in the yellow ascetic robe shook his head: "No, this is a disguise. I am a hunter, just disguising myself as a forsaken to deceive my prey."

“But how can the birds and beasts trust cultivators in this way? You are abusing this garment.”

"To survive in the forest, you have to be ruthless."

Siddhartha paused for a moment, then continued:

"If I give you money, will you still hunt?"

"If you had money, why would you go hunting? I would have gone into small business a long time ago, but seeing that you have nothing—"

“I’m giving you my clothes, my friend. These clothes are sewn with money and engraved with gemstones. Sell them and you’ll live a life free from want.”

Gautama took off his magnificent clothes and handed them to the hunter, saying, "But in exchange, you must give me your monastic robes."

The hunter could naturally tell that the garment was valuable, but he was somewhat puzzled:

"Sure, but why do you want this training robe?"

Gautama smiled and said, “I want to gain the trust of living beings and befriend them.”

"...I have another one, but it's a bit worn out. If you still want it, I can give it to you as well."

"can."

Gautama wanted to ask Gavia for her opinion, but Gavia nodded in response the moment the hunter spoke.

In this way, both of them had yellow training robes and wore them.

"Teacher, please use this sword to cut off my long hair. I want to get rid of all constraints."

Gavia raised the sword that Gautama had handed her, and obeyed his command, leaving her with only short green hair.

after that.

"Since I am suffering with you, then let us suffer together."

Gavia's words startled Siddhartha, who then gave a slight, bitter smile.

"Teacher, thank you for your continued support."

So they both cut their hair and kept short hair.

Siddhartha looked up at Kavia's remaining silver hair, as if it were the eternal permafrost connected to the Himalayas and winter.

Thinking about it carefully, is it because I am the Holy King of the Wheel that I have unknowingly received the teacher's favor?

So, the green-haired youth gently placed his hand on his chest.

“Teacher, on the way I heard that the sage Alora is a master. I think we should go and see him to see if he can be of any help to us.”

"Aroro... alright then..."

Gavia smiled.

The sage Alara was the Samkhya master of the Rain-like heretics, but despite the name of the heretics, he was not one of the six heretics. He was a philosophical school that recognized the authority of the Vedas, in other words, he recognized the caste system of the Chakravartin kings, and was completely opposed to the six heretics who opposed the Vedas and their monopolists, the Brahmins.

But Gavia was not disappointed, after all, Gautama had only just begun, and this was only the first step for the only human in the world to become an enlightened being who became the Buddha.

Chapter 337 By your side, everything is like a lamp.

The Ganges River flows endlessly and majestically.

Specifically, at this time, Gavia and Siddhartha were already outside the borders of Divira.

"Should we get past it?"

"Is it possible, Siddhartha?"

"Of course, teacher."

From their current position to the opposite bank of the Ganges, the distance is estimated to be several hundred meters. While swimming across such a long distance seems impossible, it is actually feasible, given that we live in India's age of gods and a time of heightened mysticism; such a feat is entirely possible.

Thus, the two headed together toward the opposite bank of the Ganges, toward the monastic forest where their destination, the sage Alara, resided.

"I have heard that King Suddhodana has withdrawn from the border between Divilawi and the new city."

"That was the biggest mistake my father made in order to make me the Chakravartin..."

Amidst the surging river, the two also engaged in appropriate conversation.

"If you become king, you will do this before him, won't you?"

"……I know."

Siddhartha sighed, “But it is too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost, teacher.”

Then, Gavia looked at him with an expression that seemed to show great interest.

“In my time, I once saw a man carrying his newborn child across the Yamuna River, a tributary of the Ganges.”