"Zen Master Gu Ming, if this is true, why did you say you didn't know Mr. Li Lang when I asked you?" Sun Daqiao walked over and clasped his hands together and asked.
"Donor Sun, it was far away from the first snow at that time. The old monk also had to follow the old custom of Anyuan County and not mention Mr. Li Lang's name and deeds. I am willing to tell you today because the first snow has arrived and it is time to pray to Mr. Li Lang. It doesn’t hurt to mention it.”
The truth was revealed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Zen Master Gu Ming had a conspiracy to hide it from them. The doubts were lifted, and they felt a little relieved.
"Master Gu Ming, did the wandering monk ever say why the bones of those rioters were buried here?"
Song Siyuan looked from their position to the backyard of the Zen house. She could see green vines climbing up the rock wall, covering them with green gauze tents. It would be fine if it was spring and summer. It was snowing in the middle of winter but Ling Han was blooming alone. No matter how strange it looked, .
"Come up to the bell tower with me and you will know at a glance."
Zen Master Gu Ming had already invited them. They followed the old monk up the stairs, stepped into the bell tower, and stood outside the railing to look down the mountain.
The second floor of the bells and drums on the left and right sides can be said to be the commanding heights of the temple. Without the courtyard walls and house walls blocking the view, looking down from here, you can easily see the Guanyin River in the distance and the Iron Brass Group further away. peak.
They got up very early. The red sun has already risen in the sky. The warm sun can be seen shining on the snow-capped mountains in winter. The ice on the river has long been frozen and is as smooth as a mirror. A blurry halo is rippling on the surface, as if the river is full of dressing mirrors. Viewing the Yin Mountain The mottled white and green mountains are also reflected clearly on the ice.
They watched for a long time, not knowing why Zen Master Gu Ming asked them to come up. Song Siyuan turned around and asked: "Zen Master, why did you ask us to come to the bell tower?"
Song Siyuan looked at it for a long time, wondering what the old monk meant.
Zen Master Gu Ming picked up the bell-ringing wooden pestle on the side and pointed it at the river. He changed the wooden pestle from vertical to flat and said slowly: "Please all donors, please be parallel to the river like this wooden pestle. If you look at it again, you will find that What~"
These words made everyone confused. Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan followed Zen Master Gu Ming's instructions, tilted their heads parallel to the wooden pestle, and looked at the Guanyin River ahead!
When he saw the scene in the river clearly, his pupils could not help but enlarge and shine.
There is a saying that mountains and rivers have various forms and shapes. They only said that the shapes of mountains and rivers have been fixed. When they looked sideways and looked at them from novel angles, they saw strange and completely different scenes.
In the Guanyin River from a tilted perspective, the horizontal Guanyin Mountain forms an upright mountain, which has a unique style. In addition, Guanyin Mountain is not far or close to the Guanyin River, and its reflection just falls completely into the river bank. When the two sides are approaching, The Shadow Mountain in the river and the Guanyin Mountain have been merged together. In addition, the mountain is covered with snow-white rime, and even the boundary between the virtual and the real has become blurred.
After looking at it for a long time, the two of them could no longer distinguish the boundaries, making the reflection of the mountains and rivers look like a jade vase of Bodhisattva carved from mutton-fat jade.
If you look carefully, you will see that the wild mountains are mottled and layered, creating many details of the Jade Pase Bodhisattva!
This jade statue stands like a pine, with the undulating mountain peaks forming her slightly wrinkled and elegant skirt. On the highest peak, the green pine trees reveal green, just like a Bodhisattva wearing a green lotus crown, and the rime in the mountains is like The tulle behind her covers her shoulders, and the huge diagonal slit is just at the crook of her arms, just like the Bodhisattva holding the jade bottle, standing compassionately and showing compassion to the world.
"The Jade Pase Bodhisattva is indeed the Jade Pase Bodhisattva."
Song Siyuan's excited words aroused curiosity among the other companions, and they all looked at Guanyin River from her perspective.
For a moment, everyone looked at the Jade Pase Bodhisattva standing by the river. The snow, sand and ice flakes blown up by the river were floating everywhere, shining golden light in the sun, just like the Bodhisattva appearing in front of people, with his majestic and sacred appearance.
"After all, we are not good at seeing. The Guanyin Mountain looks like ridges and peaks on the side, with different heights and distances. How can we see the true face clearly when we are in this mountain? We have to use the reflection to see the entire mountain clearly. Only in this way can the true meaning be derived.”
Sun Daqiao saw the Jade Pase Bodhisattva clearly and was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
"You can observe carefully. We are in this diagonal crack. The mouth of the bottle is the mountain gate, and the wider bottom of the bottle is the lush wilderness behind the temple. These corpse Buddhas are in the bottle, suppressing the corpse evil. The meaning of transcending the dead.”
After Yue Guanchao was explained by Zen Master Gu Ming, he instantly understood what the wandering monk meant.
"The origin of Jade Ping Town is this statue of Jade Ping Bodhisattva?"
Song Siyuan retracted her body and looked at the old monk.
Zen Master Gu Ming nodded and explained in a neither sad nor happy tone:
"The donor is right. Guanyin Mountain and Guanyin River are named after the Bodhisattva statues made up of mountains and rivers. If you come here in the summer and encounter the mountain spring flood season, you can still see the ripples of the water, and the waterfall just gushes out from the mouth of the bottle, as if The Bodhisattva is pouring clear dew into the world, and some people like to go to the waterfall to collect water. The water quality is indeed sweeter than in other seasons."
