After visiting Nanquan Temple, I planned to give up but was unwilling, and I thought about it and decided to find Nanquan again. From Chizhou, I traveled south along National Highway 105, where trucks were raging, the wind was rumbling and shaking, and every time a large truck roared past me, it was like swallowing me away.
I remember that the trucks in the past were not so big and so long, but I don't know when the trucks became bigger and bigger, and now the trucks are 30 meters long and carry nearly 100 tons, and the driver still thinks that the car is small, short, light, and low. Looking at these modern people who are in a hurry like rushing to reincarnation, is efficiency and profit really so heavy or? My heart was in a state of confusion. The wise man said that the 84,000 kinds of afflictions of people and the immeasurable bad karma under man-made people all come from greed. Mahatma Gandhi also believed that our earth can satisfy our happiness, but it cannot satisfy people's greed. Now, this small broken earth, the resources have almost been exhausted, human beings have opened the idea of sending space, it is really not a snake swallowing elephant!
Regarding righteousness and profit, and about happiness, the ancestors repeatedly warned the descendants, "There is a great way to produce wealth, and those who live are many, and the first one who eats is the widow; Those who use it are sick, and those who use it are comfortable; Then wealth is enough. The benevolent make their fortunes, and the unkind make their fortunes. ......... The state does not seek profit for profit, but also for righteousness. Whoever grows the country and spends his money will be a lesser man, and he will be good. The messenger of the villain is the country, and disaster comes, although there are good people, there is nothing like it!" Looking at the way of the world today, the people who really "make their fortunes" are like stars, and there are many people, and the unrighteous people who "make their fortunes with their bodies", those who abandon benevolence and righteousness, the law, and exchange their lives for tickets, although there are holy Buddhas in the world, what can they make up for in the world? In the turbid world, "there is nothing like this!"
In the evening, I came to a place called Niutou Mountain, I found a hotel to live in, and just after settling in, a policeman followed, muttering to the innkeeper and didn't know what to say. After the police disappeared, the lady knocked on the door and asked me, she asked me what I was going to Nanquan Temple for? She also told me that the Nanquan Temple had been destroyed long ago, and that there was nothing left, and that the road was muddy and deep and watery, and she advised me not to go. I said to her, "Even if it's in ruins, go and see what you want." She asked me why I did it? I said, "This is faith, once the wish is gone, it must be done, there is no excuse." When I asked her if there were any other monasteries nearby, she said that there were quite a few monasteries, but they had been ripped off in the wen jie, and now they are all abandoned; The people in this place no longer believe in Buddha and instead believe in Christ. I suddenly understood that although this place was not far from Jiuhua Mountain, it used to be a place where Buddhism flourished, but it was destroyed by a movement of the Cultural Revolution, and Christianity quickly took advantage of the situation and quickly occupied the position. I traveled all the way from Anqing, Tongling, and Chizhou, and found churches all over the city and countryside, no wonder the locals looked at the monks like pagans. However, the irony and paradox is that the former residence of Zhao Puchu, president of the Buddhist Association of China, is in Anqing, and he has not even kept the temple of his hometown!
After a night of nothing, I set out in the morning to make a pilgrimage to Nanquan Temple, and found that the rain was shining, the sky was clear, and the breeze was smooth. Think of a thousand miles of hiking, drizzling rain along the way, day by day, so that I am about to suffer from depression, and at the first time a sunny day, the boredom in my heart is swept away.
There are two roads to Tongshan Town, the northern road, the road is easier to walk, I watched the trucks pulling ore lined up in a long snake formation running up and down, it was not safe, so I chose to take the dirt road in the south, although there are potholes, but the vehicles are rare, and it is easier to walk. The spring breeze returns to the spring bank of the river late, the cold air recedes, the herbs and Yaohua, the green willow and green poplar, and the pink apricot will decorate the beautiful Jiangnan with a delicate score. Looking at the mountains and clouds from afar, the dancing egrets, and the green water around the mountain villages, it is really difficult to draw a wonderful brush and a picture.
Passing by a mountain village and buying bottled water at a small store, an old woman looked at me for a long time and asked me: "Little Master, are you going to Nanquan Temple?" In the past, the temple was big, and the big white pagoda in the temple could be seen for dozens of miles, and when I was a child, I went with my mother to put on incense every year, but unfortunately it was red. Protect. The soldiers smashed a smash, and now only the old temple foundation is left in that place, and there is nothing left, what a crime! The old woman looked sad, I comforted her a few words and took her leave.
Coming to Tongshan Town, the streets are wide and the buildings are towering, but they are dilapidated, and the big camphor trees on both sides of the road are lush. I went to a small grocery store and asked an elder where is Nansenji Temple? The elder warmly invited me inside the counter, pulled up the homely routine, and he told me that he was from Nanquan Village, and then talked about culture. Eldest brother. Life, speak red: The guards, talking about the fighting weapons of various factions, about smashing the Nanquan Temple, about driving away the monks and nuns in the temple, about the great refining of steel, about how the villagers fought with the copper mining organs, scene after scene, one after another, like a police and bandit movie, listening to my back cold, pupils dilated, shuddering.
I walked out of the grocery store and headed towards Nanquan Temple, where the mine was hollowed out, and I saw that the large pits were unfathomably deep, and the excavators and trucks were as small as children's toys at the bottom of the pit. Many buildings in the residential area have peeled off, and the people are sparse, which is the situation of digging up resources and abandoning people, giving people a sense of desolation.
I was walking and watching, and suddenly a police car stopped beside me, and two police officers stopped me and questioned me what I was doing? When I explained my intentions, they looked disdainful and ordered me to leave Tongshan Town immediately, and I insisted on moving forward, and a policeman warned me: "Monk, believe it or not, I dare to handcuff you!" In the face of his threat, I smiled disdainfully and said to him: "Of course I believe it, but believe it or not, you will go to hell!" This sentence him off, he grabbed his baton and ran at me, and a vicious battle was about to break out, and I shouted all around: "Jing Cha hit someone!" Well tea hit people!" People brushed and swirled around, and all of them were indignant and condemned the two people. They found that the momentum was not good and had to let me go.
When I arrived at Nanquan Temple, I was saddened by the scene in front of me, surrounded by a quarry, all kinds of equipment were in a mess, the release pond was almost dry, the bamboo was growing wildly, the ruins were covered by weeds, and a small house was just built, and an idol of the god was inside. In the meantime, watching the laws become and dwell in the void, hesitating and groaning, sorrowing the void of death and life, leaving a clear shadow of a lonely monk walking alone between heaven and earth. The afternoon sun shines on a ruin, it seems quiet and deadly, looking at the distance, the mountains are undulating, the stream is flowing lightly, it is really a great Zen realm!
Thinking about the ages, the style of Nanquan Zen Master greeted him. A monk asked Nanquan, "Where were your nostrils when your parents were not born?"
Shi Yu: "My parents have given birth, where are my nostrils?"
If you understand this public case thoroughly, through the ages, my people and the mountains, rivers, the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars are all the same nostrils!