When it comes to the causes of monasticism, Master Guoliang's answer makes people cry and laugh.
"It's not that Jin Yong's martial arts novels have read too much." I think it's good to be a monk, and I can deal with all kinds of high-ranking people from the south to the north, so I become a monk. ”
And then what?
"There is a difference between the real world and the martial arts world, which is a world of difference. But when you become a monk, let's live now. ”
How did you come to Hebei from the northeast?
"I wasn't ordained at Mount Wutai." On the ring field, I met a brother who went to Hebei. I didn't expect him to be able to fool around more than I did, so I followed him. ”
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The further you go up the hill, the narrower the road becomes. With the mountain in the momentum, turning left and right, the willfulness of the road is still manifested in the countless sharp turns. The driver grips the steering wheel and concentrates on it; the car grabs the handle, and the stomach turns upside down.
If it weren't for the interesting talk of Master Guo Liang, I would have fainted in this situation!
Near Shijiazhuang, Cangyan Mountain can be regarded as a famous mountain.
According to folklore, the Belief in Guanyin, revered by Chinese Buddhism, arose from Cangyan Mountain.
At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos, and the third daughter of the Sui Emperor became a nun and lived in Cangyan Mountain to practice the Dharma. This "Three Imperial Nuns", who are golden branches and jade leaves in the palace court, are the "embodiment of Guanyin" when they enter the folk. The annual "March 3rd" temple fair on Cangyan Mountain is to commemorate the rise of the "Three Emperors" .
Master Guo Liang's thinking was wild, "Everyone knows that Putuo Mountain is the Guanyin Dojo. But the Guanyin there was invited from Mount Wutai. Mount Wutai has always been a Manjushri dojo! Where did the Guanyin statue on Mount Wutai come from? I always felt like I was passing through Cangyan Mountain. You say, is this possible? ”
Mr. Hu Shi said that in doing research, we must "boldly assume and carefully seek verification." It is easy to come up with new arguments, and to prove that new arguments hold, the chain of arguments must be coherent and complete.
I asked, "That depends on whether we can find relevant records in the Jingxing Local Chronicle, the WutaiShan Chronicle, or the notebook novels of the past dynasties." ”
The mage smiled and didn't say anything more.
Outside the car window, the peaks of the Cangyan Mountains stand on the wall.
Master Guo Liang said that the landform of Cangyan Mountain is typical of "Rock Rock". Mountain peaks rise from the ground, standing in a high wall, there is no gentle slope for people to climb.
The peak loop turns, and when you see the shadow of the tower. Master Guo Liang said, "There are many monasteries in the mountain, and this afternoon it is a little late, so let's focus on our reclining Buddha Temple." ”
An autumn wind, blowing a strong grass fragrance, but also a chill. I closed the car window.
Bypassing the Bodhisattva Roof and the Jade Emperor Pavilion, passing through a mountain hollow, the car drove to a high place and stopped.
The Reclining Buddha Temple in front of you, a temple in the wilderness, is magnificent when you look up, and it doesn't feel big when you walk in.
The Mountain Gate Hall, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Reclining Buddha Hall, and the three courtyards. There were a few craftsmen in the courtyard who were building the ground with slate and slabs with thick stumps of trees with bowls.
In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in front of the Buddha stood a monk, earnestly doing evening classes. Outside the temple door, people came and went, and he didn't glance at them. The noise of the construction did not disturb his coherent wooden fish rhythm.
There is no glass on the wooden door of the Reclining Buddha Hall, and two workers are painting. Seeing that Master Guoliang had come, they came over and discussed with the mage about pasting a layer of rice paper on the pane.
In front of the reclining hall, there are two tall ginkgo trees, covered in golden yellow, which are extremely photographic. Fellow photographer Yao Zhi brother kept shooting. I went back to the front of the main hall in the middle, stood outside the door, and listened to the monks in the hall chanting.
“...... If there is a good man and a good woman, if he hears of Amitabha, he clings to his name, if he has one day, if he has two days, if he has three days, if he has four days, if he has five days, if he has six days, if he has seven days, and his mind is not disturbed; when his person is dying, Amitabha Buddha, and all the saints, are now before him; when he is a man at the end of his life, his heart is not reversed, that is, he will be reborn in the land of Bliss of Amitabha Buddha..."
This scene reminds me of what I heard an old monk say many years ago: "Monks live in the mountains without incident, chant the sutra in the morning and evening, clean the mountain gate, and take care of the incense, only for the stability of all sentient beings, and the peace of the world." ”
Standing inside the temple and looking around, in the distance is a continuous mountain, a vast expanse. From the bottom of the mountain, the reclining Buddha Temple and the Bodhisattva are on the top of the clouds; when they come here, they find that there are mountains outside the mountains, and for the surrounding peaks, this is just a mountain that hides wind and gas.
The city is slightly hazy, and the blue sky is like a wash high in the mountains. The mountains are dark in autumn, the sunset is afterglow, and the peaks are dyed golden. In the sky, the half-moon had crept up the shoulders of the mountain.
At this time, I remembered a poem by a Japanese Zen monk who dreamed of a window stone: "Qingshan has changed into a yellow mountain several times, the world is always dry, there is dust in the eyes and the three worlds are narrow, and the heart is nothing but a bed wide." ”
To sum up the mountain in front of me, the temple in front of me, the monk in front of me, and my state of mind at the moment seems to be ironed.
The night is getting blue, and the sky is getting late. Let's go down the hill. Down the hill or up the hill road.
Master Guo Liang asked, "Ma Writer, what have you been writing about lately?" Could you please write something about Cangyan Mountain? ”
The mage had a request, but I didn't dare to rush to answer.
To me, writing is similar to a secret practice. I don't want to write about social work, only about what really moves me. I knew very little about Cangyan Mountain, and I didn't dare to make a mistake.
The Master said, "Your copy of Taste of Zen is so good! It seems to be a small story, but in fact, the main idea, the text is concise, and it is thought-provoking. Reading your book made me think of the Hundred Parables. Some people read your book here and can't put it down. I told them that this book is a 'modern version of the Hundred Parables', and you should take a good look at it. ”
The Mage is truly compassionate.
On the right side of the road stands a persimmon tree full of fruit.
In the background of the distant mountains, the red lantern of this tree is illuminating the way for the fading autumn.
Photographers can't let go of the beauty in front of them. Yao Zhi stopped the car and changed the angle to shoot.
There is a broken branch under the tree. There are also three or two small persimmons rolling on the branches. In order to eat the persimmons on the tree, some people did not hesitate to break the branches hanging from the fruit.
This broken branch reminds me of a poet.
He once apologized on behalf of humanity to an injured persimmon tree. Later, he turned away from the world and shaved his head. There is a gap between monks and laymen, and over the years, we have also been neglected to contact each other, and we don't know where he is now practicing the Dharma.
But the compassion he once had has always been deeply imprinted in my heart.
Nothing new under the sun. Every year, persimmon trees suffer from such misfortune. If bad luck cannot crush a tree, it will make it stronger.
Driving to the road at the foot of the mountain, the twilight is already deep.
I glanced back and saw nothing but darkness.
Cangyan Mountain, have I really been here? It was like a dream.
It was a shock to come. (Text/Ma Mingbo)