A treasure locked . ' Then he composed himself reverently to listen to fragments hastily rendered into Urdu . For the first time he heard of the labours of European scholars , who by the help of these and a hundred other documents have identified the Holy Places of Buddhism . Then he was shown a mighty map , spotted and traced with yellow . The brown finger followed the Curator 's pencil from point to point . Here was Kapilavastu , here the Middle Kingdom , and here Mahabodhi , the Mecca of Buddhism ; and here was Kusinagara , sad place of the Holy One 's death . The old man bowed his head over the sheets in silence for a while , and the Curator lit another pipe . Kim had fallen asleep . When he waked , the talk , still in spate , was more within his comprehension . ` And thus it was , O Fountain of Wisdom , that I decided to go to the Holy Places which His foot had trod -- to the Birthplace , even to Kapila ; then to Mahabodhi , which is Buddh Gaya -- to the Monastery -- to the Deer-park -- to the place of His death . ' The lama lowered his voice . ` And I come here alone . For five -- seven -- eighteen -- forty years it was in my mind that the Old Law was not well followed ; being overlaid , as thou knowest , with devildom , charms , and idolatry . Even as the child outside said but now . Ay , even as the child said , with but-parasti . ' ` So it comes with all faiths . ' ` Thinkest thou ? The books of my lamassery I read , and they were dried pith ; and the later ritual with which we of the Reformed Law have cumbered ourselves -- that , too , had no worth to these old eyes . Even the followers of the Excellent One are at feud on feud with one another . It is all illusion .
XXXXX , maya , illusion .
Ay Buddhism Curator European Gaya Kapila Kim but-parasti lama lamassery