"Shadow Dust Memoirs" is a book that records what Master Qixu saw and heard in his monastic practice, and many magical and true stories are recorded in the book, all from the personal experience of Master Qixuan, and today we share a magical thing about the construction process of Zhanshan Temple in Qingdao.
Zhanshan Temple is a famous calligrapher and painter in China, politician Mr. Ye Gongqi raised funds to establish, in the construction process Mr. will be invited to do the supervision, the construction of the temple is a large-scale project, requiring a lot of material manpower and financial resources, the construction materials used are superior, Zhanshan Temple in the construction of the hall encountered such a problem. The pillars of the main hall must be made of the best wood, otherwise they cannot withstand the erosion of wind and rain insect pests, so the purchase of wood became a major problem at that time, so the Master of The Void asked people to inquire about the purchase in Beijing.
At that time, just when the Dingwang Palace was demolished, leaving a lot of fine wood, everyone knows that the things used by the royal family are extremely precious, these woods are old yellow pine, extremely oily, the sun is drying direct oil, it is not a problem to use for hundreds of years, so Zhanshan Temple bought all these woods with four thousand oceans, and transported them back to Qingdao through the Jiaoji Railway.
At that time, the overseer of the monastery was a monk named Zhizhong, who was simple in nature, honest and honest, and a real person, and one night he had a strange dream, in which a group of men, women, and children entered the monastery in a mighty way, dressed in ancient costumes and exquisitely dressed, and the leader of the walk was an old man with a gray beard, kind and gentle.
Old Man: Master, disturbing you, we are here to spend the night, I hope you can take us in.
To the monk: The monastery has not been repaired yet, and there are not so many people living there, where did you come from? What for?
Old Man: We are from Beijing, we used to live in the Dingwangfu, now the Imperial Palace is demolished, we are homeless, and then we come here with the wood press, we don't need a big house, just live on the beams and roof.
To the monk: How do you live in Fangliang?
Old Man: It's all right, Master, you can't live, we can live, if we stay here in the later stages, we can be the protector of the temple, and hope that Master will take us in.
To the monk: I can't do this, I will help you to ask Master Qi, who is the abbot of our temple.
After waking up in the morning, the monk Zhizhong told The Strange Story of the Dream to Master Qi, and the Elder said: How is it possible? I went to Beijing last year, the imperial palace is fine, how can it be demolished? These will not be some grass immortals or fox immortals, who want to come to the temple to practice. In this way, they can come here to live, but they must not make trouble, they must not disturb the monks' practice, they cannot break the precepts of the temple, and each of them can cultivate their own, and no one can influence anyone, and if they violate the precepts, they will be punished the same.
On this evening, the zhizhong monk was meditating in the squatter's room, and suddenly entered a kind of realm: in the haze, the old man appeared again, and he thanked the zhizhong monk very much for his help, and in order to express his gratitude, he hoped to go to his house to sit down and eat something.
The old man walked in front, followed by the monk, and they came to the master's house together, and the old man pointed to the beam and said, "Master, you see, that's where we live." Only to see there, the space is small, full of spider webs, just in the middle of the monk wondering, the old man waved his hand, just now the narrow and dirty place turned into a spacious and bright house, they walked into the room together, the old man said happily: Not bad, we live here at night, play in the back mountain woods during the day, it does not hinder your cultivation, we must take good care of the dojo, you can rest assured. Saying that, he picked up some fruits from the table and asked Zhizhong monk to eat, Zhizhong quickly refused, the monks were all over noon, just in the pushing, Zhizhong suddenly woke up, he felt that this was not a dream at all, because he did not sleep, but entered such a state in the haze.