Refreshed
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Midsummer 2002. On Saturday morning, drive out of town and join the Rolling Cars River. This highway leading to Dujiangyan usually does not have a large amount of traffic, and most of the operating vehicles still take the free old Cheng Guan Road. Scenes like today's can only be seen during the summer vacation. The car was packed with men, women and children, and their families went to the mountains to escape the summer.
Dujiangyan off the highway, along the foothills of Qingcheng Mountain to the south, all the way to the forest escort, the rice is green. Crossing the ancient town of Jiezi, turn right at the archway of San Lang Town and enter a two-way two-lane road. The road is straight, and the tall plane trees shade the sky, isolating the scorching bright sunlight and forming a green corridor. At its end, there is the town of Saburo.
Just in time, the only narrow street in town is bustling, full of shops and small shops, and small vendors with local stalls make it even more crowded. People and vehicles are mixed, and water leakage is not passable. For the first time, I saw a traffic police officer directing traffic, with a palm treasure camera around his neck.
Many shop signs have a special three-character character in Saburo Town, with an extra vertical hook in the middle. Legend has it that during the Qin Dynasty, Li Bing took his third son to control the water, and the eldest er and he "dug deep into the beach and made a low weir" in Dujiangyan, the second child was in Pi County, and the third child was in Chongzhou, from which Sanlang Town got its name. One day, a calligrapher was asked to inscribe the name of the town. After writing, the viewer pointed out that the word "three" was too small. Mr. Calligraphy said, what's so hard about this? The pen added a vertical hook to the word "three", which has been passed down to this day. Calligraphy is a painting, so you can do whatever you want.
Passing through the town of Saburo, the lush foothills of the mountain are also full of people, like reinforcements in wartime, cars, fire tricycles, motorcycles, bicycles and walking along the road, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whistle.
In the summer Joy Village, there are more people than trees.
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In Huanxi Village in 97, there was no real farmhouse, only a few small restaurants scattered along the road. In 2000, there were about 50, and this year there are more than 100, doubling in two years. The population of the village is only more than 1,000, and in the summer there are more than 4,000 permanent residents from abroad. Farmers say that if they pay enough money to the government, they can build houses and operate on their homesteads.
The peak season is only from May to October, but compared to farming, it is not known how many times better. The dilapidated mud houses have been turned into small buildings with white tiles, and the business has bought cars. The initial price is 12 yuan to 15 yuan a day, including food and accommodation! Soon it rose year by year, and now the conditions are good, and the monthly cost has exceeded 1,000 yuan. Naturally, the hardware of the farm stay cannot be compared with the resort, so the vast majority of the residents here are middle-aged and elderly people who save money.
After her mother-in-law retired, she came here with four or five elderly friends one day and saw the Nine Dragon Temple in Huanxi Village. The front yard of the temple has a row of brick and wood two-story buildings, red pillars, gray walls, black side windows, and more than 20 small rooms. Each household spent 6,000 yuan to buy a room of about 10 square meters, equipped with beds, tables, stools, washstands, and other household items. Only the right to use the house, no ownership. The period is until both heads of household "pass away". Wouldn't it be better for the young man to buy it? No, non-fifty years of age are not eligible.
Of course, this handwritten agreement has no legal effect. Nine years later, a sudden catastrophe came to an end. This is an afterword.
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A beam of skylight broke through the clouds and slowly slid into the valley, filling the yard.
I was sitting drinking tea under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard when the sound of chanting suddenly floated. As soon as I looked up, I saw a bald man wearing a cyan robe appear on the second floor, carrying a small tape recorder in his hand and chanting. Looking very young, he looked condescending, glanced down at all living beings, turned and disappeared.
Someone on the side introduced that he was the abbot of the Nine Dragon Temple, named Ren Guang.
The temple is not large. On the temple gate, the four gold characters of "Nine Dragons Zen Monastery" on a black background glowed with a faint light. In the beginning, it was just an ancestral hall. Someone sculpted several statues of bodhisattvas in it and became a Zen monastery. At the center of the temple are low, two-story bungalows with a front yard, which have fallen into disrepair and look very unstable and even a little skewed. In addition to a few monks, lay people and living outdoors, occasionally a few pilgrims come in. The dishes in the canteen are good, the portions are sufficient, the fees are low, and it is very popular with the elderly with good stomachs. It is said that when the incense was at its peak, temple fairs were held here, and the number of fasting meals once reached 400 tables.
A year ago, a young woman came to Kowloon Temple. As expected, she is hurt by love and wants to escape the red dust. She lives in the innermost room on the second floor, is a loner, lives in seclusion, and acts secretively. The old people disliked her very much, and took it for granted that this was an unorthodox woman. The then host slipped his head, drank wine, ate meat and smoked, and finally said goodbye one day, and disappeared with the mysterious woman and a large sum of money from the temple.
Soon, the new host of the Buddhist college, Ren Guang, took over. He re-raised funds, repaired the ruined Zen monastery, and restored the dying incense. I don't know where to find a fortune teller who will ask for a fortune to live in the temple for a long time, and sit at the temple gate during the day to attract popularity, and the temple gradually recovers.
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When it was time for lunch, the food had just been served, and Uncle Xiong fumbled over. Everyone invited him to dine together, and he did not hesitate.
Who drinks beer?! He said as soon as he sat down on his ass. Let's baijiu!
Someone took out the liquor from the house, and he immediately poured himself a full glass. Uncle Xiong is more than half a hundred years old, with a round head, a round belly, and a big voice. He never married, often poured sorrow on wine, but was very enthusiastic about people. He is not a local and his home is in Pengzhou. In the early years, he opened hot pot restaurants in Shanghai, Shaanxi and other places. Every time he was either eaten by all kinds of immortals, or harassed by the underworld, he thought of becoming a monk in a fit of anger, and finally found the Nine Dragon Temple that was willing to take him in.
But he had just shaved his head, and before he could be ordained as a monk, he ran away to receive his presiding officer. And Ren Guang did not like him and pointed out two paths to him: either sweep the floor and watch the door, without a penny of income; Or leave. In order to eat and eat, he had to stay. It seems that this new host is not a good stubble.
Three old women walked into the temple gate, wearing straw hats, and their faces under the brim were all wrinkled, like cobwebs, revealing the style of an old warrior, looking cool.
Tomorrow is the 19th day of June in the lunar calendar, the day of Guanyin's attainment.
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At 11 a.m., the Kowloon Temple Daxiong Hall began to hold a ceremony to commemorate the enlightenment of Guanyin. Every year, Guanyin celebrates three festivals, the 19th of June of the lunar calendar is the Tao, September 19 is the birthday, and February 19 is the sitting platform (lotus platform).
Ren Guang was thin and thin, like a bean sprout, and his yellow cassock was empty. In front of the Buddha statue in the temple, he sang and chanted, and performed rituals, but his eyes wandered, unlike a monk with a path of practice. The courtyard is full of people burning incense and worshipping Buddha, almost all of them are middle-aged and elderly. Some people even pinch their legs and beat their heads in front of the statue of Guanyin as a way to heal diseases. The older and more vulnerable a person is, the easier it is to believe in God.
It was my first time in this meeting, but I didn't last long, and the smoke of the incense was so blinding that I could hardly open it, so I had to escape.
There are unpredictable storms in the sky, and Buddha can do nothing. On May 12, 2008, a rumbling sound like a giant beast roared from the depths of Kowloon Gou along the valley, and in an instant, the ground shook, destroying all the houses of the Kowloon Zen Monastery, and the two temple guards died.
The old people were not in the temple at that time and escaped. Kowloon Temple ceased to exist. Everything is silent.