No rain in March, no sun in April, no tears in May, no heart in June.
The Buddha said, “Golden Cicada, you must go to the mortal world and undergo your trials.” So Golden Cicada went.
The Buddha said, “Xuanzang, you must travel west to obtain the scriptures.” So Xuanzang went.
The Buddha said: “…”
Xuanzang looked at the Buddha and said, “You say everything, yet in truth you say nothing at all.” Then Xuanzang turned around and took off his brocade kasaya.
It is hard to become a Buddha, hard to be human, hard to become a Buddha from a human, and harder still to become human from a Buddha.
The Buddha shook his head and looked at Xuanzang. “In the end, you still cannot bear to part with all the myriad ways of the mortal world. So be it.”
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