PHIM PHẬT GIÁO HAY NHẤT: Sự Thật Về Đạt Ma Sư Tổ : Bí Ẩn Cội Nguồn & Lời Sấm Truyền Phương Đông (T1)

The world remembers Him only through legend—a reed that defied the raging waves Nine years have passed since I sat in silent stillness gazing at the stone wall of Shaolin Temple Yet few know that before becoming a master He was once a noble prince Today let us journey back to the distant Western origins of Master Bodhidharma In the Southern Kingdom of Fragrant Wisdom golden sunlight blazed everywhere This country is renowned for its wealth boasting rich deposits of precious stones and fragrant spices King Huong Chi was a devout follower of the Dharma constantly using his wealth to support and provide for Buddhist monks Out of deep reverence the king ordered the construction of a trap tower to capture a tiger Towering proudly against the blue sky inlaid with mother-of-pearl carnelian and pearls Today is the silent celebration with drums and trumpets echoing throughout the land People from all around flocked to admire the magnificent royal construction The king stood atop the elevated platform his eyes shining with immense pride Standing beside him were three princely sons each striking in their own dignified way The crown prince stepped forward loudly boasting about his efforts in overseeing the project The second prince was no less impressive solemnly recounting the selection of the precious gem They争抢着将功劳归于自己 hoping to earn their father king's praise in front of the people The third prince named Bodhala stood silently in a corner He did not look at the dazzling tower but down at the impoverished people below His gaze was filled with sorrow as though he truly understood the pain hidden beneath the facade of grandeur Today's distinguished guest is the venerable Master Dharma a revered Buddhist scholar The guard advanced slowly carefully studying the expressions of the three men Nhài paid no mind to the boastful chatter of her two older brothers Yet her gaze lingered long upon the Australian prince standing in quiet contemplation Nhài saw a rebellious aura hidden within this person Vù Hương Chí respectfully invited the ancestral master into the inner hall to discuss the teachings The three princes were also ordered to accompany them in order to converse with the revered monk The palace doors closed behind her leaving the festival's clamor in the distance Inside the space was cool and serene the faint scent of sandalwood drifting through the air This is the very place where the fateful challenge that will alter history is about to take place The king sent someone out with a box inlaid with incredibly intricate carvings As soon as the box lid opened a blinding flash of light flooded the entire room It is the priceless Ming Chu the nation's treasured relic of the Xiang Chi Dynasty The king respectfully led the people of Yuan Yu to offer sacrifices to the ancestral master invoking the Three Jewels as witnesses The group of Prajna held the Jade Gem in their hands its light reflecting off the master's face He smiled gently at the three princes then spoke his first question This jewel is perfectly round and brilliantly radiant—what in this world could possibly compare The crown prince replied promptly his tone brimming with confidence and pride Venerable sir this is my father's treasure—naturally unmatched by anything else Only its own light is worthy enough to shine within this palace of Nguy Nga The second prince quickly joined in to win his father's favor and that of the elders A treasure of rare worth in this world only one of your noble character could truly deserve it The king hearing his children speak thus nodded in satisfied approval stroking his beard with a contented smile The hundred-year-old master still wore his enigmatic smile then turned to look at the third prince And what about you Bodhila How do you feel about this gem Bodhidalā stepped forth into the hall his presence majestic and dignified like that of a lion He stared straight into the gem then into the eyes of the clan leader his voice ringing out sharp and resolute Venerable sir this gem is a worldly gem if it has form it will eventually perish This light is physical light it cannot illuminate itself Those who wish to see the jade must rely on light yet the jade itself is unaware that it is shining Only the radiant wisdom of one's own true mind is the eternal light A clear mind illuminates all things shining on its own without reliance on anyone never dimming or fading Hearing those words the entire palace fell silent the king stunned by his son's boldness The two older brothers looked at each other bewildered unable to understand what their younger sibling was saying Team Bách Nha continued asking using it to gauge the depth of this wisdom Among all things referred to as treasures what truly holds the highest value The prince replied without hesitation Among treasures spiritual relics are supreme He then asked again among all things of light what is the brightest in the world He replied that among all forms of light the light of wisdom is the brightest Team Baiya laughed heartily in reverse knowing the seed of the Dharma had sprouted green He knew this was the one who would carry forward the true Dharma even further But the moment had not yet come so he still had to remain in the imperial palace to settle the debts of his past life The festival ended and everyone went home Yet the prince's heart was in turmoil In the days that followed he often sat in silent contemplation indifferent to feasts and festivities He looked at the fortress walls and felt as though they were imprisoning his soul The body lies amidst the mud yet the mind is turned toward liberation As time passed the king grew increasingly frail his health steadily declining The atmosphere in the palace grew heavy anxiety plainly visible on everyone's faces The finest physicians were summoned but fate is something no one can defy The king lay on his sturdy bed his breath faint his clouded eyes fixed on his children Then on a night of raging storms and violent winds the death knell rang out across the entire imperial palace The late king left behind a profound sorrow that enveloped the entire palace The wailing tore through the earth flags hung limp and lifeless white covering every path ahead While everyone was weeping the two older brothers were secretly scheming They feared losing power so they hastily began discussing the division of wealth and the throne Suspicious glances exchanged whispered schemes hatching in the shadows Bodhidharma witnessing that scene grew even more disillusioned with the fickle nature of life He meditated beside his father's coffin for seven days and nights without eating or sleeping In the flickering candlelight he contemplated the impermanence of human life Only yesterday the king was a mighty fearsome ruler yet now he is but a cold corpse That golden treasure such a precious thing—when death comes it can't be taken along Only karmic force and consciousness continue to drift endlessly through the cycle of suffering He realized that if he stayed here fighting for dominance he'd end up just like the others—wrecked and broken The decision had been made—sharp and resolute like a swift stroke of a keen blade After the completion ceremony Bodhala quietly returned to his private chamber He removed the crown took off all the golden jewelry and placed them on the wooden table What once was the pride of the royal family now seems mere dust to him He draped himself in a simple cloak and stepped barefoot out of the palace gate Night shrouded the path yet within his heart a light flared to guide the way He went straight into the forest of Thila where the Bát Nhã hermitage was built among grass huts for meditation The forest at night was shrouded in silence broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of wind through the trees The group of wisdom was meditating as if already knowing the young man would come Bodhidharma knelt before his master bowing his head to the ground with the utmost sincerity The old man opened his eyes and spoke in a deep warm voice that echoed through the quiet night The noble prince of lofty rank and great dignity ventured deep into the forest at the dead of night in search of what He looked up with a determined gaze and replied I wish to seek the Dharma to extinguish suffering I wish to find the path to liberation from the cycle of birth and death not to become a king of this world The sect leader laughed bitterly saying the prince was already dead—now before me there is only a beggar seeking salvation To attain the highest spiritual path one must endure discomfort and undertake tasks that are difficult Could the child accept abandoning his fate to live as a wandering knight Bodhira bowed once more dedicating his life's efforts to the Buddha's teachings The group nodded in agreement and promised to perform the ordination ceremony for him tomorrow morning The dawn had just broken and the first rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy of the ancient trees The forest glowed in the morning mist birds singing joyfully to welcome the new day Beneath the bodhi tree the hair-cutting ceremony took place in a solemn atmosphere Each jet-black lock of his hair fell to the ground severing all worldly worries Each cut was a release from the burden of fame and power His face revealed delicate features his eyes shining with a serene light The group of wisdom bestowed upon him a faded orange robe and an earthenware bowl From now on you will no longer be the prince of Bodhi Dala in this kingdom We gave our child the dharma name Bodhi Damo meaning one who attains understanding of the teachings Bodhidharma respectfully accepted the Dharma name his heart brimming with indescribable joy He draped the robe over himself feeling infinitely lighter than if he’d worn the imperial dragon robe From then on Daruma studied under the monk begging for food each day and meditating every night He served his teacher with utmost care and diligence never shirking even the most arduous tasks His wisdom grew ever clearer penetrating deeply into the profound meanings of the scriptures Many years passed and Daruma became the esteemed right-hand disciple of Master Prajna This enabled the teacher to transform sentient beings and defeat numerous non-Buddhist scholars in scriptural debates His reputation spread far and wide across India yet he remained committed to a life of simplicity Then one day the Eightfold Path felt its strength gradually fading away Knowing his passing was near he summoned Bodhidharma to his side for final instructions Bodhidharma knelt beside the sickbed taking hold of his beloved master's frail hand He asked the master "After you are gone in which direction should I go to carry out my teachings " The Bodhisattva Baizhao gazed at Da Mo with a look of deep affection his breath faint yet unmistakably present The master said that the timing isn't right yet so you should stay in India a little longer Sixty-seven years after I am gone go eastward to the land of China There is Mahayana Buddhism there but people are merely following the outward practices They built temples and cast countless statues yet forgot to illuminate their own hearts My child go there and transmit the spiritual seal carrying forward the light of the true Dharma to save all sentient beings But remember well what I tell you: the roads of the East are distant and treacherous fraught with hardship My child will encounter people who fail to understand them and may even be harmed to the point of losing their life Bodhidharma cherished in his heart the final teachings of his master etching them deeply into his being The enlightened master smiled serenely then gently closed his eyes and entered nirvana After arranging the funeral rites for his master Bodhidharma remained in India to further propagate the Dharma He patiently waited for the right moment for the appointed time when the prophesied messenger would arrive Time passed like a shuttlecock flicking through a window and suddenly it was already 67 years At this point Bodhidharma was an old monk his beard and hair thick and wild his frame weathered by years of hardship and wind He knew it was time to set out on the sacred mission of his life He walked to the seaside where massive waves crashed relentlessly against the cliffs The sea wind blew fiercely whipping the flowing sleeves of the robe yet he stood rigid and furious unmoved as a mountain Her eyes soft yet piercing gazed intently toward the distant horizon toward the mysterious east Ahead lies the vast endless sea—a three-year journey filled with peril and challenge Ahead lie unprecedented challenges confrontations of ideology and faith Yet in his heart there was not the slightest fear—only boundless infinite compassion He stepped onto the small boat leaving his homeland and glorious past behind The boat gradually drifted away from the shore becoming a tiny speck in the vast ocean Storms on the horizon began to rise signaling a new chapter filled with turmoil How will our founding ancestor endure the trials of such days How would the fateful meeting with Emperor Liang Wu Di unfold in the land of hardship All those mysteries still await you beyond the ocean What will the eastward journey look like