When I arrived at Qianfeng Temple, it was obvious that the masters here were truly extraordinary. The bright red door was closed tightly, and a beautiful rejection polished my arrogance and indicated that the treatment would not be different from ordinary people.
Xiang Yinong knocked on the door slightly dissatisfied and explained his purpose. The young master who opened the door didn't even want to raise his eyelids and asked us to wait until the abbot Ming came in before entering. Sighing, it seems that life here is definitely not as simple as imagined.
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Half an hour later, the door finally opened. I suppressed the dissatisfaction in my heart and thanked Master Huiming who came out to greet me. I handed over the Queen's decree to Yi Nong and arranged my room before saying goodbye and leaving. I thought
Stop him and ask him if he understands what he said just now. After enduring it again and again, he still has to accept it. Maybe, we will never have any intersection from now on.
The courtyard where I live is small, but it is still clean. The area of Fufeng Temple is less than one-third of the size of Huaiyuan Temple, but it is exquisite and exquisite, and has all the five internal organs. Entering the temple, there are nine towering white pagodas, neatly arranged around it.
Around the nunnery, the pagoda is hexagonal and has seven levels. There is a room under the pagoda, which should be a burial place for the bones. A seated statue of Sakyamuni is engraved on the outside. Every week, there are inscriptions engraved under the pagoda detailing the scriptures of the Prajna Heart Sutra. The entrance is the main hall, which is recited on weekdays.
Behind the place of sutra and debate is the place where nuns live and cultivate themselves. On the left is the place where they cook and eat vegetarian meals. On the right are two rows of side rooms where some young nuns live.
And further inside, there are independent wing rooms that form a courtyard, some are large and some are small. There is a natural spring in the middle with clear and green water. Five artificial rivers were dug out to guide the water into each wing room. It is a unique scenery. Simply put.
After tidying up the room, I opened the window to get some fresh air and looked around curiously. A figure flashed past the open window on the opposite side. I closed the window and door in a panic. Only then did I realize that I was not the only one living in this courtyard.
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I looked at the nun who was leaning outside the door with a look of disdain in confusion. She said, "The abbot told you to go to the main hall as soon as you have a rest." Then she walked away with her buttocks twisted and looked at her funny.
I saw her back, and then I realized that the steps she was walking were actually the court steps my mother had taught me before, the leisurely, swaying kind.
Putting on the blue-grey robe, I suddenly felt like I was in a hospital again, with white gray walls, uniform hospital uniforms, a large group of women of different ages who were sick no matter how they looked at it, and their hearts were twisted and oppressed.
God, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. It’s like a mental hospital!
Because I was practicing with my hair worn, the ceremony was very simple. Huiming chanted scriptures in a gibbering voice, cut off a small strand of my hair, and gave it to the little nun on the side to tie it with a red thread, indicating that the six roots were pure and free from worries.
After beating the bowl and knocking the wooden fish, the whole ceremony is completed.
I was so hungry that I finally waited for the meal bell to ring and then followed the other nuns who were also famished by the clear soup and vegetarian food to the Zhai Pavilion where they were having fast meals. After entering, I noticed that the wood in each nun's hand was
The bowls are all specially made and engraved with my name, and the dishes are all served in a large pot. I hold the bowl to pick up the watery green soup from the nun with a dull expression.
It seemed that everyone was watching me, knowingly or unknowingly, being embarrassed or giving up on this tasteless vegetarian meal. The corner of my eye drifted to a few wooden bowls in the corner that were covered with dust. I picked up the bowl angrily and saw the writing on it.
It was already very beautiful. In vain, he turned around and found the nuns who were eating with their eyes shining with amusement. He looked through the bowls with a sneer. The other bowls had cracked. They should have been used by the dead nuns. The bowls were removed.
Put it away. The vegetables in the big pot are almost there. A few broken pieces of green vegetables are floating in the oil-free clear soup. I really want to give up, but the drum in my stomach beats more fiercely.