On the first day of the first day, Xiang Que sat under the Sakyamuni Relic Pagoda in the temple. He went to the monk in the temple to ask for water and steamed buns, filled his stomach and then came again.
Sitting cross-legged at the relic tower.
That time, under the sway tree of Daleiyin Temple, he realized the first picture of Yama, so Xiang Que should have thought that if he wanted to realize this Buddhist path, he had to go to a thousand-year-old temple like Daleiyin Temple.
The mentality of realizing one's own opportunity is not very urgent, because Buddhism emphasizes the most important thing in cause and effect, and he fails to realize that it may be that his opportunity has not come and cause and effect has not come.
On the second day, Xiang Que continued to sit under the relic tower, and the old monk who had been here a day before and left after saying something strange to Xiang Que, did not appear again on that day.
Two days later, Xiang Que still gained nothing. On the fourth day, he still sat in vain for a day. Five days later, Xiang Que's patience was gradually worn out, and his heart gradually became irritable, and his brows frowned and seemed to be quite impatient.
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After a week, Xiang Que was no longer just sitting wither, running back and forth in the White Horse Temple. His figure was left outside the Main Hall, the Bell and Drum Tower and the Sutra Pavilion. He gave the entire White Horse Temple over and over again.
After walking around for countless rounds, almost all the monks in the temple knew him.
Half a month later, he sighed to Que Youyou. In the past two days, he kept recalling the words the old monk had said to him.
"Donor, have you asked for something?"
"Donor, what you ask for is not what you ask for,"
Xiang Que grabbed his hair in a messy mind, and pulled a passing monk helplessly and asked, "Master, ask me if there is anyone in the White Horse Temple about the same height as me, and has a thin figure..."
After Xiang Que described it, the monk nodded and said, "Yes, you should be asking about our hosting master."
"The host of White Horse Temple?" Xiang Que said in surprise.
“Yes, host, master”
Xiang Que said: "Where is the host? Can I meet him? Well, please ask some knowledge about Buddhism."
The monk clasped his hands together and said apologizing: "I'm sorry, the donor, the host went outside to talk about Buddha."
"Where did you talk?" Xiang Que asked with a frown.
"There is no fixed place, and no one knows where he went to teach Buddhism. We presided over the leadership of the White Horse Temple every once in a while. He doesn't know when he comes back. Shi mainly waits here again.
I'm afraid there will be some time to wait."
Xiang Que really wanted to find this Taoist monk to understand, why can't I ask for what I ask for? How can you know what I'm asking for? It's a pity that luck is a bit messing with people, and the master is gone.
After leaving Baima Temple, Xiang Que looked back unwillingly: "Where is the promised practice of both Buddhism and Taoism?"
He had no idea of practicing Buddhism and Taoism, but he had no knowledge of the remaining Buddhist techniques. For this reason, he could not go to any master's sect.
When practicing, one reason is that there is not enough time, and the old Taoist may strangle him to death on the charge of being rebellious of leaving the master.
Leaving Baima Temple, Xiang Que ran to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou with complaints and complaints.
It was late March.
In Lingyin Temple, Xiang Queyi was like White Horse Temple, wandering in a foolish and cute manner in the temple, looking for his so-called opportunity.
After seven days, leave.
In early April, Yangzhou Daming Temple, Nanputuo Temple in mid-April, and Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain in May all left Xiang Que's figure. In the later period, he visited the top ten thousand-year-old temples in China.
, continue to find nothing.
Later, Xiang Que went to Leiyin Temple where he had realized the first picture of Yama. He asked to see the master who had enlightened him. He wanted to get another chance to seek Buddha from the other party, but unfortunately Xiang
The lack of Buddhist practice seems to be a little bit unlucky, and the master went into seclusion.
The monk from Leiyin Temple told him that the master was in seclusion in a Buddhist temple on weekdays, and he could only see him when someone delivered food twice in the morning and evening. The master would not go out and not see him either.
"Master, do you think this is OK?" Xiangque rubbed his hands and asked anxiously: "I will go when delivering the food. I will bring the food to the master and then take the time to chat with him. Is it OK?"
Xiangque's expectant and anxious eyes did not touch the other party at all. The monk told him sorry: "The master goes into seclusion and does not allow outsiders to disturb you, otherwise it is equivalent to breaking the precepts. Even if I ask you to deliver a meal to see the master, he will not be able to do it with him.
You are talking to, donor, please give up this thought.”
Xiang Que stretched out his finger unwillingly and said, "Just say one word, I'll just say one word to him."
"Donor, it's a bit difficult for you to do this..." The monk from Leiyin Temple said impatiently: "The master is in seclusion and must not be contaminated by all things. Even when we used to put the food at the door and then left
, I have never said a word to the master.”
Xiang Que sighed again, scratching his head a little, a little helpless.
In more than two months, he traveled through almost all the thousand-year-old temples, but in the end he gained nothing. His understanding of Buddhism and Taoism seemed to have entered a dead end without any progress.
Xiang Que left Leiyin Temple unwillingly and continued his own cultivation path. Originally, the place he should have gone the most was Putian Xuankong Temple, but unfortunately, Cao Shanjun and the old monk went around and couldn't contact them. He had the most
I hope the place where I was enlightened has gone to the temple.
More than a month later, Xiangque walked all the way to many famous ancient temples. Every time he went to a place, he stayed for a few days. I hope that the Buddha could give him some tips with a flash of inspiration. It was a pity.
The shadow of disappointment enveloped Xiang Que's head again and again.
By July, Xiang Que, tired, came to the area of Leshan. There is no ancient temple here, but there is a big Buddha with no history or reputation. Leshan Giant Buddha. This Buddha statue is located at the intersection of the three rivers of Leshan and is on the verge of large
Crossing the river, Qingyi River and Minjiang River, Leshan Buddha head is in line with the mountain, step on the river and stroke your knees with your feet. The Buddha is symmetrical and has a solemn spirit. He is carved along the mountain and is on the edge of the cliff. The Buddha is 71 meters tall.
Nanmin River, Xiangque sat on a bamboo raft and the boatman was carrying a bamboo pole downstream, passing through the Leshan Giant Buddha.
Xiang Que had nowhere to go, so he walked all the way to the middle of Sichuan area and simply planned to look at the legendary Lingyun Maitreya Buddha.
Under the Buddha statue, the boatman stopped on the bamboo raft with a bamboo pole.
There are many tourists on the river, all of whom are watching the Leshan Buddha. This Buddha is not only high, but also large. This Buddha has a long history. It was built by a master of the generation of monk Haitong to find that the water in the three rivers is harmful to people. It is used to suppress floods.
The great Buddha has infinite merits.
You can feel the surging good thoughts on this statue when you look at the Buddha.
The sun shines above my head, and Xiang Que puts his hand on his eyes and looks up at the big Buddha in front of him.
"Huh......" Xiang Que suddenly screamed in surprise.