Besides, after Zen Master Xiankuang restored Yuelin Temple, the sun and the moon reincarnated, and forty years passed by in a blink of an eye, and he became an ancient and rare master with great wisdom.
When the deep pool is clear, the inside and outside are clear; when the bronze mirror is flat, it illuminates the sky and the earth.
On this day, Xia Anju ends and the monks can travel around. Zen Master Xiankuang started from the Zen hall at the back of Yuelin Temple, including dormitories, halls, warehouses, and kitchens. He slowly walked through every building in the temple and sighed softly: "Forty winters and summers, wind and rain, Yuelin The Zen temple looks like an old man."
That year, he came here alone, surrounded by ruins and desolation. With the power of Bodhisattva's vows, a tower can be built on flat ground; with sincerity, a temple can be built with empty fists.
At the beginning, Yuelin Temple, a Buddhist world rebuilt with tribulation ashes, had to make do in many places due to financial constraints and the social environment at the time. After decades of natural aging, it has now become dilapidated.
Especially after Tianhua Temple was merged into Yuelin Temple, there were so many monks that the dormitories and dining halls were very tight. Even when doing rituals, the main hall seemed too small and could not accommodate everyone.
Also, Yuelin Temple should build several more pavilions...
Zen Master Xiankuang predicted that he would return to Shantideva in two years and would not have many years to live in the temple. Therefore, he wanted to expand and renovate Yuelin Temple again during his lifetime, leaving a solid and glorious monastery to future generations.
Zen Master Xiankuang came to the Tianwang Hall. Ever since the Heavenly Crown Maitreya enshrined in the center of the Heavenly King's Hall fell and broke, the Buddhist niche here has been empty, and the Maitreya Bodhisattva statue has not been rebuilt.
Zen Master Xiankuang put his Zen staff into the empty Buddhist niche, knocked on the empty Xumizuo (the pedestal where the Buddha statue is placed), and murmured: "You must leave when you should leave, and come back when you should return. If you are playful and crazy, Damn it, the old monk will knock your head open."
While Budai Monk was in Hangzhou, Qian Liu's generals successively captured Yangxian and Changzhou, which were affiliated with the Zhenhai Navy (headquarters in Zhenjiang), greatly expanding their territory. The Suzhou area, the front line where the two sides often fought fiercely, restored the feeling of paradise on earth. Peaceful.
The Budai monk was very quiet and thoughtful. He carried the Budai on the tip of his staff and walked leisurely out of Wulin Gate from the bank of the West Lake. He went east to the Grand Canal Pier and boarded a boat bound for Suzhou.
However, just as the boatman was about to untie the mooring rope and guide the oar northward, Budai monk suddenly jumped up with his hands on his buttocks.
Looking at him dodging and dodging, grinning in pain, it looked like someone was beating his buttocks with a stick.
The boatman was very puzzled because he didn't even see a ghost.
However, whoever feels pain knows.
Budai monk covered his buttocks with his hands and said with a smile: "I'm not going to Suzhou anymore. I'll go back right away, go back right away!"
So, he immediately picked up the bag, abandoned the stunned boatman, jumped onto the pier, and ran south...
Budai monk traveled hundreds of miles and returned to Yuelin Temple in Fenghua after many years of absence.
The feeling of being close to home is even more timid, and the Bodhisattva is also moved.
When the outline of Yuelin Temple appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel uneasy - Master, how are you, old man?
Closer, closer. When approaching the mountain gate, Budai monk saw Zen Master Xiankuang standing on the high steps!
It seemed that the old man was waiting attentively for the return of a wandering wanderer;
It seems that, more than ten years ago, after he sent Qichi away, he has been standing here, waiting for Qichi to return!
The breeze came slowly, dancing his clothes. Looking from a distance, his sleeves are fluttering, as if he is about to rise up and become an immortal...
The little deed back then, the Budai monk today, trotted over and came to the foot of the high steps of Yuelin Temple.
He saw that the master's beard and hair were all white and he was looking old. He couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart and burst into tears!
He prostrated on the steps, kowtowed step by step, and knelt down at the feet of Zen Master Xiankuang. Then he hugged his legs, like a child, crying loudly...
Zen Master Xiankuang and Monk Budai held hands and put their feet against each other in the abbot, chatting for a long time.
When the Budai monk talked about the origin of his cloth bag, Zen Master Xiankuang exclaimed: "That unknown old monk is the manifestation of Manjushri Bodhisattva! He showed up specially to enlighten you to enlightenment. It seems that you and Manjushri are inseparable. Prince Shri Dharma has a great destiny."
But the monk Budai smiled and said: "Manjusri is Manjusri, and Budai is Budai; Manjusri and Budai are not related to each other."
Zen Master Xiankuang nodded, "Yes, yes, you can live and die by yourself. Although Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are infinitely compassionate, they cannot achieve enlightenment for each of us." He weighed the cloth bag and looked at the contract again. He said with a big belly, "I agree with you. Back then, when I asked you to go to Tianhua Temple, you were still unwilling. You see, you didn't gain much in Tianhua Temple. You got two treasures."
The Budai monk was puzzled, scratched his scalp and said: "Master, I only got a Budai. Manjushri Bodhisattva's Zen staff turned into a pine tree, and his disciples picked up the leaves and scattered them into the sea."
Zen Master Xiankuang smiled and said, "In addition to the bag, you also have a big belly!" He then chanted, "The bag is empty, what can it hold? Your belly is big, it can hold the world."
Budai monk came to Yuelin Village from Tianhua Temple and asked: "How will the situation of Yuelin Village be after I leave?"
"Very good. Because of the regulations you established back then, the monks living in the village perform their duties and supervise each other, entering a virtuous cycle. The money and food provided to Yuelin Temple increases every year."
Budai monk smiled happily.
At this time, the big bell in the temple rang:
"When... when... when..."
The sound of temple bells is not only a command from the jungle, but also has incredible magical effects. If you hit it at dawn, you will break the long night, and you will be alert to sleep; if you hit it at dusk, you will feel faint and confused. As far back as the time of the Buddha, whenever a crowd was gathered to preach the sermon, Ananda would ring the bell (the Sanskrit name for a bronze bell) and say a verse:
Subduing the magical resentment,
There is nothing left except knots.
Hitting the vertebrae of a bullock in the open ground,
The monks gathered together after hearing this.
Those who wish to hear about the Dharma,
The sea of life and death.
Hear this wonderful sound,
All should gather here.
The bell is the command. Even though Monk Budai had been tired all the way and had not washed away the dust, he still had to go to the Dharma Hall to gather when he heard the bell.
On the way, he asked: "Master, what's the matter with the bell ringing now?"
Zen Master Xiankuang smiled and did not answer, but said, "You will know in a moment."
When they entered the Dharma Hall, hundreds of monks from the entire monastery had already gathered, neatly arranged according to the number of monks (the length of time they had been a monk). Under the service of Budai, Zen Master Xiankuang climbed up to the high throne, poked the Zen staff with a "dong" sound, and said a verse:
Food, drink, and tea all reflect Buddha nature.
There is Zen in carrying bricks and tiles.
To be born, one must seek in the world;
Bodhi is found every day.
Zen Master Xiankuang paused for a moment and said: "The mountain monk ordered Wei Na to ring the bell and gather the people. I have to stand in the Dharma Hall for a long time. However, today I won't talk about Buddha and Zen. What should I say? Let's talk about our place. Yuelin Zen Temple. Since the mountain monks were rebuilt more than 40 years ago, they have lived in many places. Not only is it difficult to use the Zen room and the monks' dormitories, but the original hall was hastily completed, old and narrow, which has wronged my six-foot-long golden body. Therefore, the mountain The old monk rarely went mad as a young man, and now he is determined to rebuild the Brahma Palace and the solemn Taoist temple."
The monks talked a lot, and one of them said: "The hall is a place where Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are worshiped. It should be extremely majestic and majestic to reflect the sacred majesty of our Buddha. Only thick beams and pillars can build a tall temple. However, , our area in Fenghua is full of farmland and water network, without such big trees, it would be difficult for a clever woman to make a living without rice."
Another old monk said: "The materials for pillars come from deep mountains. Only in high mountains and on the banks of large rivers can you find trees like this. Because they are far away from the crowd, the trees will not be hurt by axes and can grow up smoothly. Only in the future can we become the pillars and pillars of the sky. A few years ago, I lived in a shack in Wuyi Mountain in the mountains. I once saw tall and straight sea fir trees everywhere in the deep mountains and deep valleys. The thick ones were as thick as two or three people. When we hug each other, the thin ones are thicker than the buckets."
