You have to take off your shoes to enter the temple.
I feel like I always wipe it diligently to avoid dust. This is not only a sign of respect to the Buddha, but also a way to keep the temple clean.
There was no one in the main hall except Buddha sitting on Liantai Mountain and looking at Chen Xing.
He bowed respectfully.
Chen Xing does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but as a Chinese tradition, when he comes to these temples, Taoist temples, etc., he has to bow down, not for anything else, but for his own inner peace.
The two walked lightly and looked around the Buddhist temple. The faint smell of incense and the quietness far away from the crowd made people feel as if they had received divine revelation, and all distracting thoughts disappeared.
An idea suddenly occurred to him, that is, to carry out design-related work in such a place. No matter what the work is, it will definitely be 'like God will help'.
There were a lot of books and periodicals stacked on the steps in front of the Buddha. Chen Xing reviewed them one by one, including "Putuo Mountain Buddhism", "Hanshan Temple", "Heart Talk", etc. Since he never saw the monks in the temple, Chen Xing simply sat down. Start reading.
Yang Xiu said: "I have always heard that there is a great monk here. Where is he?"
"have no idea."
"I'll go outside and take a look."
Chen Xing quickly reminded: "Don't go to the edge of the cliff, be careful."
"Oh, don't worry." Yang Xiu obviously couldn't read books, let alone Buddhist scriptures, so he ran to the door of the main hall and put on his shoes before leaving.
Chen Xing continued to read.
He also started to like reading after he realized that reading is not useless. However, he has read a lot of literary classics, but he has never read many Buddhist scriptures. However, this kind of religious literature has been circulating for thousands of years, and the principles contained in it are also very profound.
In such an environment, Chen Xing saw it right away.
This state is longing and unattainable. Chen Xing had this experience before when he watched "How the Steel Was Tempered". At that time, he had no idea about the passage of time. He just sat down and flipped through the book, and then returned to the book and had already read it. More than half way through, time seemed to have skipped by several hours.
"Hello, are you reading?"
The visitor asked again and again, and Chen Xing finally came to his senses.
Following the sound, I saw a monk in his thirties or forties standing in front of him.
This monk was different from the monks Chen Xing had seen in other monasteries before. He was tall and round, with large Sanskrit tattoos on his arms. If he changed his clothes and put it out in society, he would definitely be a big brother that everyone would fear.
But at the moment, he was wearing a cassock made of work clothes, with kind eyes and a kind smile.
Chen Xing quickly stood up and clasped his hands on his chest.
"Well, I couldn't help but fall in love when I saw the book."
He was still a little worried that he would be blamed. After all, he had entered the hall without warning and messed up the neatly stacked books of others.
However, the monk smiled quietly and asked Chen Xing to sit down first. He also sat down opposite Chen Xing and said: "These books are treasures. I have read them for many years and I still can’t say I understand them. Is there a donor who is willing?" It’s a good thing to work with me as a consultant.”
Chen Xing felt relieved and said, "That's good."
Yang Xiu's little head flashed past the door and was seen by Chen Xing, but she did not dare to come in and made a face at Chen Xing.
The monk asked: "Are you here for a trip? Someone came to my place just now to deliver food, and they said that a guest came. He was very young and handsome. Now it turns out that it is true."
"That's too much. I'm just a tourist."
"Hello tourists."
The monk stood up, got some tea from somewhere, poured a cup for Chen Xing and said, "Drink it, this is good tea, and it is a good tea that has not been polluted in the growing environment."
With half a cup of tea, Chen Xing chatted with him.
This monk's name is Da Jingteng. He is thirty-six years old. With his figure and his talk, it would be a pity for a monk to live in this deep mountain and old forest.
"Master, are you from the Dai ethnic group?"
"Yes, yes, my ancestral home is from In Huaping.”
"Then when will you take refuge in the rosette?"
"I became a monk at the age of seven, so it's almost thirty years."
Chen Xing was a little confused and asked: "According to Master, your family should not be short of money. Seven is the age to go to school. Why didn't you continue to go to school?"
"I enrolled in school, but there were no textbooks at that time. Before the millennium, southern Yunnan was so poor that all the textbook fees paid by students were given to teachers to pay their salaries. I simply dropped out of school and joined a temple."
The whole country was quite poor at that time, but Chen Xing was still surprised by charging students' textbook fees to pay teachers' salaries. He asked again: "Is it voluntary or for some reason? Is there no objection at home?"
This is not a fake monk. He performs in scenic spots during the day and wears a wig at night, just like modern people.
For a true monk, if you become a Buddhist monk, you will be a Buddhist for the rest of your life. You will never even think about passing on the family lineage.
"I volunteered, and my family understands."
Seeing that Chen Xing didn't quite understand, Da Jingteng explained: "Our family believes in Buddhism. According to the precepts of Theravada Buddhism, every man must become a monk once when he is a teenager. However, most of them are short-term actions. I just I fell in love with the feeling of reading Buddhist scriptures aloud and wanted to make this my lifelong career."
Chen Xing was in awe.
But looking at the monk's happy expression now, one can tell that he has no regrets so far.
Being able to understand your ambition when you are young is definitely something worth showing off and working hard for. Chen Xing feels the same now, but this ambition is not to become a scientist or an astronaut, but to become a monk. , this kind of great perseverance makes Chen Xing admire him very much.
He chatted a lot with Monk Da Jingteng, and when he saw that it was almost noon, he decided to leave.
He and Yang Xiu were going to have a wedding banquet.
As soon as he told the monk his intention to leave, the monk Da Jingteng shouted: "Donor Chen Xing, since you are determined to travel around the world and travel everywhere, I can't help you, but I can consecrate and pray for you, are you willing?" ?”
"What should I do if I don't want to?"
He didn't believe in Buddhism, but he still said the same thing.
And he admires this eminent monk... In his opinion, he is definitely an eminent monk. During the conversation, various philosophical stories came to mind, which made people confused.
"You come with me."
Chen Xing and him walked out of the hall and came to one side of the wooden house. There was a small table with two short benches opposite.
He asked Chen Xing to sit down here, and he went into the room and brought two red ropes over.
The name is red rope, but it looks like a colorful rope. It is a colorful rope with a diameter of two millimeters made of ropes of various colors interwoven together.
He asked Chen Xing to stretch out his dominant hand, and then he kept chanting. During the process, he measured Chen Xing's wrist and cut off part of it. Then he asked Chen Xing to hold a lighter, burn two sections of the rope, and finally connected the rope. On the wrist.
"…………, be safe and have a good journey."
Chen Xing couldn't understand a large passage of scripture, but the last two sentences he spoke were in Mandarin.
"Thank you, master."
Da Jingteng smiled kindly, then called to Yang Xiu, who had been hiding far away, and said, "Child, do you want to come and give it a try?"
Yang Xiu was a little moved, but quickly shook his head and said: "My grandpa will definitely be unhappy, I'm sorry..."
Chen Xing looked at Da Jingteng, then took Yang Xiu's hand and said, "It's okay, master won't be angry with you. Master Da Jingteng, let's go. I'll see you again when I have the opportunity."
Da Jingteng waved his hand.
Chen Xing took Yang Xiu down the mountain.
