Chapter 02: Empty doors are not empty temples are not temples
"If possible, I don't want to lose my desires and emotions." Ma Liang stared at Qin Yuelou intently.
"Indeed, people can't lose desires, nor can they lose emotions." Qin Yuelou nodded and prepared to take back the broken pen.
"But I also want this pen." Ma Liang did not hide his desire at all, "I want a lot of things, but I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do."
"Face your desires head-on? Very good. If you don't want to lose either emotion or desire, then I have another way, but I don't know how you want to choose." Qin Yuelou smiled, bewitching like a devil.
Ma Liang.
"Excuse me, sir, how should I take the road you mentioned?" Ma Liang struggled for a moment before asking.
"Just let other things take your place. Let those other ghosts take your place and bear the price of loss." The curve of Qin Yuelou's mouth rose a little more.
"But sir, where should I find the ghost?" Ma Liang asked Qin Yuelou.
"Isn't it easy to find? After all, this world is like a prison, isn't it?"
Qin Yuelou stopped laughing.
During the year, he also sent out many modified supernatural puzzles to analyze the nature of this world, or in other words, the way of heaven in this world.
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Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple lived an old monk and a young monk.
The old monk was short, chubby and like a mound, with wrinkles all over his face, so heavy that there were only slits left for his eyes.
The young monk is tall and thin, fair and fair, his eyelashes are as thick as cattail fans and as long as branches, his lips are as red and full as if they were smeared with rouge, and he has the appearance of a man and a woman.
The old monk and the young monk chanted Buddha's name and meditated in this mountain. Although it was deserted, they were self-sufficient, until another monk came to this temple.
The old monk said to the young monk: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple lived two monks and a thousand Buddhas."
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Although the sky is not filled with gods and Buddhas, in this troubled world, there are still many people praying to gods and worshiping Buddhas.
People who have done bad things pray to gods and pray to Buddha to hope for blessings from gods and Buddhas. People who cannot survive pray to gods and pray to Buddha to survive. All the thoughts in people's hearts are expressed to clay sculptures, wood carvings or stone carvings.
The Thousand Buddha Temple is the Buddhist temple with the largest number of believers in the Kang Dynasty. It is called the Thousand Buddha Temple because there are a thousand golden Buddha statues in the temple, all of which are displayed in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
Yang Wanyan once ordered to spend huge sums of money to cut down the forests and excavate the hills around the mountain where Thousand Buddha Temple is located, leaving only rock layers, and then carved those rock layers into a number of Buddha bodies. From then on, the mountain was called Thousand Buddha Mountain.
The Thousand Buddha Temple is built on the Thousand Buddha Mountain. There are 108 steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, which represents the pursuit of 18 samadhi and the elimination of 108 kinds of troubles.
However, there are rules in this Thousand Buddhas Temple, and offering incense is not something you can do casually.
Ordinary common people can only offer incense in the right side hall, and there are only Arahants painted in gold paint in the side hall.
If the merchants are wealthy, they can offer incense in the left side hall, where is the golden body of the Bodhisattva.
The main hall of Thousand Buddhas Temple is used to offer incense to dignitaries, and there are various Buddhas in the main hall.
As for the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, only important officials and even relatives of the emperor could enter.
Of course, if you can donate a golden body to Thousand Buddhas Temple, even poor people can enter the main hall to worship Buddha. However, it is not clear how long it will take for the donated gold body to be included in the Buddhist temple.
Qin Yuelou looked at the crowds of people coming to worship Buddha on the long steps. Some looked enthusiastic, some couldn't help crying, some looked arrogant, some were wearing silk and satin, some were wearing coarse linen clothes, and some were covered with patches.
··All kinds of conditions and troubles in the world are clearly visible on these one hundred and eight steps.
Qin Yuelou was only wearing a simple white robe without any decoration. Even his hair was hung loosely behind his head, blending in with the bustling crowd, neither conspicuous nor eye-catching.
He just used his own eyes to record the appearances of all living beings in this world.
Walking slowly all the way, we finally reached the top of the mountain, and the tip of the iceberg of the Thousand Buddhas Temple was recorded.
Thick green smoke floats out from the temple, like billowing smoke, which makes people cry with tears. The word "incense at its peak" is even slightly insufficient when used here. The apricot yellow courtyard walls and gray bricks and tiles are either low or tall.
Surrounded by green trees and shrubs,
After crossing the threshold, Qin Yuelou stepped into the temple.
This empty door is not empty at all.
There are also several lush bodhi trees in the courtyard. Although it is late autumn, they are still green and tall. There are also monks sweeping fallen leaves under the trees, as if they want to sweep away the dust in their hearts.
There are Zhike monks leading pilgrims to various parts of the side hall, there are also monks leading women to send their children to Guanyin, and there are people carrying huge incense sticks as big as pillars to go everywhere... amidst the bustle of people, people are jostling one after another.
The sesame oil money left by poor people was copper coins, but some people left behind silver coins, and some even left a few gold ingots. These are the so-called sesame oil money.
Whoever leaves the copper plate gets tea.
Those who put down the silver will get tea.
Those who throw away the gold ingots will get fragrant tea.
Qin Yuelou was not affected and just watched it casually.
No one can detect him, because each person has a skinny arm as small as a matchstick on their ear, like a spectacle frame, and a translucent baby-like hand covering their eyes, hiding Qin Yuelou's figure from the crowd.
Filtered out from the field of view.
The ghost puzzle, or... was modified by Qin Yuelou, the supernatural puzzle·Ghost covers the eyes.
With ghosts covering his eyes, Qin Yuelou walked into the main hall. It is said that a Zen master was explaining Buddhism to some pilgrims and believers who were drinking fragrant tea. After casually looking at it, Qin Yuelou left, listening to it was boring.
, it is better to read the orthodox Buddhist scriptures yourself to understand.
There are always a small number of eminent monks and great virtues. In the end, this temple is still filled with greed, and the Zen heart only gradually turns into a black heart.
Where is the temple here?
"An empty door is not an empty temple, it is not a temple." Qin Yuelou shook his head.
After walking out of the empty door, the monks turned a blind eye to him along the way, and he walked into the mountain road alone.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Strips of red silk are tied to the branches around the mountain road. The red silk is fluttering in the wind, and you can see the ink writing on it. The writing may be for blessings.
Peace, or blessing of wealth, various prayers may be complex or simple, as if you can hear the voice of your heart at that time.
When Qin Yuelou was in it, it seemed as if he was walking into a red silk forest instead of a forest. There were stone Bodhisattva or Buddha statues everywhere in the forest.
The mist in the mountain is misty, and only the outline of the temple is hidden. The Thousand Buddha Pagoda is in the mountain, but Qin Yue Tower passes by a mountain stream and streams merge into a pool. There are hundreds of fish in the pool, and they are all as if they are swimming in nothing.
Yes, there is also a small pavilion in the center of the pool.
There is mist in the mountains, and the water vapor here is so dense that it blocks the sky and the sun like clouds and mist. The mist and water vapor are mixed together like a texture, covering the surrounding scenery with shadows, making it feel like you are in a fairyland.
But the small pavilion is strangely clearly visible.
There was a woman in the pavilion, she was fair-skinned, about twenty-four or five years old, dressed as a woman, and quite pretty.
The woman was sitting sideways in the pavilion, looking at the fish swimming in the pavilion as if in a trance. For some reason, her bun was loosened, and her hanging hair was about to fall into the water. Three thousand black hair fell inch by inch, but it did not fall into the water. She just looked at the reflection in the water, and she didn't know why.
When I woke up, my face was full of sadness, and I was stroking my skin, as if I felt the melancholy and hesitation of aging and wrinkles.
And the woman also started to read as if no one else was watching: "I will complain in thin words, but I will be angry. My heart is full of seats, and I cannot turn it around. My heart is full of stones, and I cannot turn it around. I have no choice but to be dignified. Worry quietly,
I am angry at the small group. Since there are many people looking at Min, I have been insulted a lot. I think about it quietly, and there are many people in the world. I look far away, and I cry like rain, alas."
Qin Yuelou had no feelings of admiration, but thought the situation was quite beautiful. He immediately took out his paintbrush, held the drawing paper in one hand, and splashed ink freely. Soon he left a picture of a beautiful woman with hanging hair on the paper.
, and wrote a poem.
[The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.]
The beauty in the painting is extremely realistic, but also pure and natural. It is like re-creating this scene with pen and ink, but I don't know how long it will last.
After finishing the painting, Qin Yuelou continued to move forward, but his destination was not the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, but the long pavilion in the pond.
The woman was unaware of Qin Yuelou's arrival.
But Qin Yuelou stretched out his hand and pressed the woman's head,
With a bang, Qin Yuelou took off the woman's head. There was no blood, but he simply took off the head. The gap did not feel like flesh and blood had been broken, but was as smooth as a polished pebble.
Holding her head, Qin Yuelou smashed the beauty's head into pieces with one punch.
Then, like an ancient painting being ignited, the invisible fire burned the paper, and all the colors in the painting turned into gray-black flying ash. The embers curled and scattered like gray butterflies. The beauty before had her hair hanging down and was misty.
The mountain scenery also curled up and fell off piece by piece, leaving behind the true truth.
Not still in the mountains, but under the water.
The water plants at the bottom of the pond were floating and swaying with the undercurrent in the lake. There was a pile of fallen rocks at the bottom of the lake, and there were some sunk bones, but there were other things at the bottom of the water.
The first thing that catches the eye is a dilapidated stone statue. The stone statue has a human-like appearance and simple facial features, but it can be roughly seen that it is a Bodhisattva statue. Surrounding the Bodhisattva statue, there is a calm figure.
A shriveled corpse.
Those shriveled corpses were protected by a thin egg-shaped membrane from the appearance of the Giant Temple. They sank to the bottom of the lake, surrounding the dilapidated stone statue.
As if they were believers worshiping the Bodhisattva, the withered corpses bowed their heads and worshiped. The undercurrents in the water rose and fell. In Qin Yuelou's eyes, the corpses seemed to be really kneeling before the stone statue.
In a trance, the painter seemed to see...
The stone statue opened its closed eyes and smiled at him.
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