Wutai Mountain was divided administratively and regionally according to the Yuan Dynasty, and was promoted to the provincial government by Zhongshu.
During the chaotic and precarious period from the end of the Yuan Dynasty to the first year of the Zheng Dynasty, although Liu Futong's Three Northern Expeditions were involved, overall, Zhongshu Province was still basically under the control of Yuanting. Wutai Mountain was basically relatively peaceful. Moreover,
Because Chinese Buddhism and Zang Buddhism coexist on Mount Wutai, the Han and Tibetan people here live in harmony, relatively speaking.
This is not to say that Buddhism is boundless. Among them, Buddhism in Wutai Mountain is too prosperous, and the secular society and life in Wutai Mountain are affected in countless ways. For example, Kweichow Moutai, Xiaosheng saw an article the day before yesterday
news, new
It was mentioned in the news that the secretary of the municipal party committee of the city where the Moutai distillery is located later became the vice president of the Moutai Group, and he was still ranked sixth. He also offered incense and worship to the ancestor of Moutai liquor (?). It can be seen from this that Moutai
The group’s influence on local politics, economy and culture.
Manjushri Bodhisattva's monastery, Wutai Mountain, and the temples on the mountain also had a similar influence in the Yuan Dynasty. You must know that in the Yuan Dynasty, almost all emperors and countless dignitaries respected Mount Wutai.
The reason is that Mount Wutai is the dojo of Manjushri Bodhisattva. Manjushri Bodhisattva has more merits, virtues and majesty than the sand in the Ganges River, just like the endless river. More realistically, Manjushri Bodhisattva is deeply loved by the Tibetan people and Lamaism in Tubo or later generations.
esteem;
When the Mongols entered the Central Plains and faced the huge Han people and their own history and culture, Tubo, Tibet and Lamaism, which are both ethnic minorities, became an excellent outsider and ally when Buddhism flourished. This is a similar situation.
, it was also reflected in the Qing Dynasty.
Of course, the unlearned and unskilled young man's writing and discussion are just a superficial opinion. You readers do not need to take it seriously, and there is no need to take it seriously.
But when Wuxu arrived at the boundary of Wutai Mountain, he saw the sound of Buddha and the billowing of sandalwood in front of him. He stopped flying, landed on the ground, transformed into his original appearance as a little novice monk, and walked slowly towards Wutai Mountain.
The news that Zhao Tong secretly conveyed only said that the monks from Tianwaitian were looking for something, related to Buddhism and reincarnation, but what, what effect, and where? But they didn't say anything. Wuxu couldn't figure it out either.
In desperation, I had no choice but to go for a lap at the Four Avenues of Buddhism.
But now that he is here, he must be respectful and not arrogant. So Wuxu lowered his cloud head and walked on foot.
Dear readers, when you see this, you probably can’t help but laugh and laugh. Nowadays, science and technology are advanced, materials and novelty gadgets are emerging in an endless stream, and universal values such as freedom and democracy are sweeping the world. I am holding an IPhone6 in my hand, which is still 64G.
You can photograph whoever you want. Having money means you are so free and willful. This is an era that values individuality and despises authority.
Wuxu has had these psychology and thoughts in later generations, and has experienced them all. To be honest, these psychology and thoughts are not unreasonable. But Wuxu has been reincarnated in reincarnation, has been a human being in two lives, and has gone through hardships, but he has understood some new truths.
, or in other words, the truth after repeated repetitions,
The sages of the past generations, from the perspective of future generations, naturally have limitations, but these limitations are historical; they even made many mistakes, but if it were you who did it, I am afraid that there would be more mistakes and even bigger mistakes.
one.
Secondly, they all have beliefs and ideals. In the final analysis, the ultimate values of human history until now will never change: survival, fairness, justice, truth, goodness, beauty... If you have
Pursuit, if you have faith, if you have dreams, if you have goals, how can you not resonate with, understand, sympathize with, and respect these sages of all ages?
It should be noted that you are not alone because of this, you have improved because of it, and you have been treated like this by later generations?
This is actually a kind of inheritance, a kind of continuity, a kind of great wish, a kind of persistence and perseverance.
In Wuxu's later life, he had never worshiped Mount Wutai. At this moment, although he was not like some devout monks and laymen who kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, he was still concentrating and calmly walking towards the mountain step by step with an attitude of looking up to the mountain.
Mount Wutai.
On the way up the mountain, Wuxu looked at the top of the mountain. The five peaks were like a huge Buddha's palm. Among the thousands of rays of clouds, the five fingers seemed to be bent, stretched, closed and spread out, emitting spiritual energy and Buddha's breath. Wuxu
, when his mind moves, he reaches out
With his right hand, he made gestures towards the top of the mountain. Every time he took a step up the mountain, the distance or angle between Wuxu and the Buddha's palm changed slightly, and the clouds and clouds between and on the five fingers of the Buddha's palm also changed accordingly. Wuxu's right hand gestures
It doesn’t change slightly unconsciously.
As a result, there appeared on the mountain road a young monk with eyes that seemed to be closed, making vague sounds from time to time, and gesturing wildly with his hands in front of his chest. This strange young monk did not avoid giving way to passers-by.
He saluted and said hello to the teachers he met, and did not go into the temple to worship the Buddha or offer incense. He walked all the way to the mountain, circled around the five mountain terraces, and then walked quickly down the mountain. Then, he raised his palms emptyly and walked through the forest when he met a tree.
Cross the river when encountering water, and climb to the top of the mountain again.
There are many monks and pilgrims on Wutai Mountain. Some people have seen Wuxu's abnormal condition for a long time, but they have never paid attention to it. There are too many such people and such things. Pilgrims, fortunately, they don't want to interrupt the conversation. They are just curious.
There was a hint of respect in their eyes; on the contrary, some monks turned a blind eye and said nothing, and even occasionally showed a hint of contempt in the corners of their eyes.
Jintai Mountain, Manjushri Bodhisattva's dojo. Not to mention the countless believers who kowtowed and bowed nine times along the way, there were also many who threw themselves into the body, and there were also those who believed deeply, burned their fingers to repent and made wishes. And it was a long way.
It is common for Buddhist disciples who come here to feel something as soon as they enter Baoshan Mountain, or fall silently into concentration, or talk nonsense. It is also common for monks in Wutai Mountain.
For those extremely devout believers, the monks of Wutai Mountain are very compassionate and caring, but for monks like Wuxu who make all kinds of strange actions and go crazy as soon as they enter the mountain, they are not false. The more the believers are like this, the more likely they will be.
The more pious you are, the more generous you will be. But we are both Buddhists.
, you don’t bow to the mountain gate here, and you don’t ask how your senior brother is doing. Instead, you are mumbling words and dancing. What do you want the monks on the mountain to think and how to deal with them? Are they going to surround you and call you master, worship you, and then invite you into the temple and make offerings to you?
?How do you know you are not just pretending to be a ghost and trying to please others?
When Wuxu reached the top of the mountain for the sixth time, it was already dusk. There are five peaks in Wutai Mountain, the peaks of which are like platforms, the so-called Wanghai Peak on the east platform, Hanging Moon Peak on the west platform, Jinxiu Peak on the south platform, Yedou Peak on the north platform, and Cuiyan Peak on the middle platform. Wuxu
After going up the mountain for the first time, I walked to Zhongtai Cuiyan Peak.
Go straight down the mountain, and then go straight up from the foot of the mountain towards the East Terrace to the sea peak. Then, like this, East Terrace, West Terrace, South Terrace, North Terrace. Up and down, down and up, six like this. Six like this, until the end
Once, when I went up to Ye Doufeng in Beitai, it was almost dusk.
The setting sun dyed Wutai into a golden color, and the red and yellow clouds gradually darkened and sank slowly. A ray of afterglow passed through the clouds and hit Wuxu's hands. At this time, countless evening class bells rang, and then, again
There were countless sounds of wooden fish and chanting sutras. Wuxu slowly put his hands together and put his ten fingers together, forming the shape of five peaks.
It wasn't until the evening classes in the temples ended and the mountain fell into silence that Wuxu spread his hand seals, lowered his head and meditated for a while, and walked towards a temple. The temple was not large, with only seven or eight rooms.
When he reached the gate of the temple, Wuxu stepped forward and tapped the copper ring. After a long sound, an old monk came inside holding an oil lamp. He opened the door a crack, looked at Wuxu and asked, "
It’s getting late, what are you doing?”
Wuxu put his palms together and said, "The young monk wandered here and wanted to stay for one night."
The old monk yawned and asked impatiently from the other side of the door, "Is there a yellow card?" Seeing that Wuxu was stunned and didn't answer, he closed the door with a bang.
This was the first time that Wuxu was excluded from the temple. Moreover, this temple was a Qingmiao, and there were also monks living in it. Why not make it more convenient? He was about to ask again what a temporary ultimatum was. The old monk's voice came again.
came, "The great lama of Dafu Lingjiu Temple has issued an order that foreign monks must go to Dafu Lingjiu Temple to receive a yellow card before they can register in Mount Wutai."
Only then did Wuxu remember that in the Tang Dynasty, there was a system of ultimatums. Monks can only be recognized as legal monks if they hold ultimatums. This is equivalent to proof of identity. But what is this yellow card about? He is in Dadu.
I have never heard of Tianyuan Yansheng Temple.
At this time, the old monk had already gone away. Wuxu thought about it, turned around and left, found a cave at random, and continued to deduce the mudra method that he vaguely understood when he saw the five peaks on the top of the mountain during the day.
During the day, Wuxu saw the Wutai Peak on the top of the mountain. In the clouds of twilight, it was exuding rich Buddha breath, pulling countless spiritual energies, just like the Buddha's handprints in the sky, and he couldn't help but make gestures against them. He couldn't help himself.
Awakening, he actually became obsessed with the esoteric secret. Later, he simply sat with his body of spiritual consciousness in the Dharma Realm, with both hands
The hands made exactly the same posture, gathering the aura of annihilation in the Dharma Realm, and moved slightly with the breath and aura of the Buddha on the five peaks on the top of the mountain, and even the changes in the glow of the clouds. At the end of the day, I covered almost half of the place in Mount Wutai, and the five peaks.
The shapes and charms appearing from different directions are firmly remembered in my heart.
In a low cave, Wuxu was sitting in the cold grass. His hands were linked together again, like five peaks. The seal was the five-knot seal of Manjushri Bodhisattva. In the Dharma Realm, the body of Wuxu's spiritual consciousness was also formed with this seal.
On both hands, a huge glazed Buddha palm emerged out of thin air, with the palm facing up, and the five fingers spread out and pointing upward, seeming to be bent and stretched. The breath of the Dharma Realm and the aura of the outside world gathered together at the same time, turning into clouds and wrapping around the five fingers.
Endless.
After a moment, the body of Wuxu's spiritual consciousness shot out ten rays of spiritual power from the ten fingers of his hands, hitting the glazed Buddha's palm, and between the five fingers of the glazed Buddha's palm, little golden lights emerged from the clouds transformed by the Buddha's breath and spiritual energy.
Suddenly, in the Dharma Realm, the wooden fish sounded without knocking, the incense burner had no fire to raise the incense, and the body of Wuxu's spiritual consciousness opened his lips slightly. Suddenly, amidst the sounds of countless Buddha's names, countless Sanskrit chants, and countless chanting sutras, the glazed Buddha's palms
The five fingers gradually turned into five shining golden swords.
At the same time, five rays of golden light flew out from the ten fingers of Wuxu's physical body, like flying swords.
Wuxu's spiritual consciousness could be sensed in the Dharma Realm, and then with a thought, the five sword-shaped golden lights outside his physical body began to rotate and dance around Wuxu, like a sword formation protecting the Dharma. The stone walls of the cave began to move silently under the golden light.
Turn into powder.
Wuxu immediately returned his consciousness, opened his eyes, and found that the originally narrow cave had become two or three times larger. This shows how powerful these five golden swords are.
This was the first time that Wuxu understood the moves by himself, and he was naturally extremely happy. Therefore, when several figures in the distance flew towards the cave where he was, Wuxu spread his hand seals and removed the restraints.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the hole with a smile.
When several lamas walked in with gloomy faces, Wuxu sat there with his hands clasped together, "Namo's master, Sakyamuni Buddha, brothers, I'm here to welcome you."
The leader held up a sword in his hand, looked at Wuxu, and then shouted, "Where did the southern barbarian monk come from? He didn't report to Dafu Lingjiu Temple, and he was hiding in this wilderness late at night. What was he doing?
?”
As soon as he finished speaking, before Wuxu could reply, two lamas behind him, holding copper sticks dyed red at both ends, took a step forward and stood to the left and right of Wuxu, with fierce expressions on their faces, as if they were about to point the copper sticks in their hands towards him at any moment.
Wuxu was slapped down on the ground.
This battle was like a government official trying to strike with a mighty stick. Wuxu immediately lost his momentum and roared, sending the three men flying away.
But it was said that these three people were knocked out of the cave and fell to the ground. It took a while before they got up. They looked at each other in horror.
"Snow/mountain/lion/roar?!"
"What a tragedy. I didn't expect to offend my master. What should I do?"
"But why is he dressed like a Nanman monk?"
"Who knows? You and I should go and apologize and thank our master for not killing him."
The three people limped to the entrance of the cave, knelt on the ground, and said respectfully, "Master, atone for your sins. We are disciples of Lama Dorje of Dafu Lingjiu Temple. We disturbed our master because we were patrolling the mountain."
Qingxiu, I will never give up even if I die." He shouted several times, but there was no response.
The three people did not dare to trespass, so they had to stand there for a moment while burning incense, then flew back to Dafu Lingjiu Temple and reported the matter to the Great Lama Nadorje.
After Wuxu knocked these three people away, he didn't want to do anything, so he flew away. But he didn't hear what these three people said later. He flew more than a hundred miles to Jinxiu Peak in Nantai, and found a cave again.
Set up a ban and continue to comprehend the Five Wisdom Swords.
The so-called Five Wisdom Swords are the five golden light swords that Wuxu just realized. Because Wuxu saw Mount Wutai, which was revealed by Manjushri Bodhisattva's five-knot seal, he named it Five Finger Wisdom based on the sword of wisdom held by Manjushri Bodhisattva.
The sword is referred to as the Five Wisdom Sword.
Early the next morning, Wuxu came out of the cave and walked along the mountain road towards Puji Temple in Nantai Mountain. He had enlightened on the Dharma yesterday, but today he wanted to pay homage to Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Along the way, the misty clouds and green mountains are like splendid scenery, and Buddhist pagodas can be seen everywhere in the winding roads. Whenever the mountain gate is wide open, no matter whether it is a green temple or a yellow temple, Wuxu will treat everyone equally. He will walk around the temple and pay his respects. Wait.
After arriving at Puji Temple, Wuxu paid his respects and walked around the temple a few times. After careful inspection, he found nothing strange.
As he walked out, he smiled bitterly and said, "If the thing Zhao Tong mentioned is really a treasure that has caused so much effort in the world, how can it be found casually? I am afraid that I have to go all over the four avenues.
, there may not necessarily be any news. What’s more, this treasure is related to Buddhism and reincarnation, so it may not be hidden in
In the Buddhist monastery, I came to Mount Wutai. Although I was practicing the Five-Finger Wisdom Sword, I always made Manjushri Bodhisattva's five-knot seal with my hands. Now that day and night passed, I couldn't have any connection with Manjushri Bodhisattva. It was like I couldn't feel any connection with Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Average." Thinking of the end, Wuxu's face was really bitter.
Walking through a side hall next to the main entrance of Puji Temple, a voice came out, "Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find shore."
Wuxu couldn't help but stop, because this voice contained a hint of spiritual power, and it sounded like spring thunder in his ears. More importantly, Wuxu was facing the mountain gate, and if he walked a hundred more steps, he would go out.
.
Wuxu slowly turned around and looked back, but the side hall seemed to have flown thousands of meters away. Only a corner was exposed among the thick bamboo forest, surrounded by sandalwood. The flowers and trees he had just passed and the noisy sound of the temple seemed to have disappeared.
Wuxu hesitated for a moment, then raised his foot and took a step forward. The scenery before his eyes changed again. He was already standing in a Buddhist hall. On the Buddhist niche, there was the golden Buddha Manjusri Bodhisattva with five buns on his head, riding on the back of a lion.
He holds a sword in his right hand and a lotus flower in his left hand, with a sutra letter on it. In front of him, an old monk sits, with his hands standing in front of his chest, and his left and right fingers are vaguely corresponding to each other.
Wuxu was startled, could it be the incarnation of Manjushri Bodhisattva? He hurriedly bowed and put his palms together and said "Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva".
The old monk smiled slightly and said, "Old Na Zhiyin, I wonder where the master came from?"
Wuxu replied, "The young monk Wuxu has met Master Zhiyin."
"It turns out to be Master Wuxu." The old monk raised his right hand slightly, signaling for Wuxu to take a seat. After Wuxu sat down on the futon next to him, Fang said again, "Master Wuxu, you came from afar and didn't expect to see me.
What’s important at Puji Temple?”
Wuxu recalled what he had just done, because he felt that most of the monks in the world had gone to Mount Lu, but had not found any big monks in the temple, so he looked around in Puji Temple, exploring everywhere with his spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but look ashamed, "The little monk just now
It's very abrupt, I hope Master Zhiyin can forgive me."
"It's okay." Master Zhiyin put his palms together and returned the salute, "Now that the chaos is rising in the southeast, the White Lotus Sect is struggling to support it in Yingtian Mansion. I just saw Master Wuxu, and he came in a hurry, as if he was looking for something, I don't know what it is? Is it okay?
Tell me that I know about it? In this way, I can do my best."
Wuxu felt ashamed again on his face. He pondered for a moment and replied, "To be honest, the young monk came here not to go to the southeast, but to find something related to Buddhism and reincarnation."
"Is it related to Buddhism and reincarnation?" Master Zhiyin sat on the futon, silent for a long time, and finally said, "This is Buddhism, and the human world is reincarnation."
Wuxu wanted to speak again, but Master Zhiyin shook his head, "Just now, Lama Duoji of Dafu Lingjiu Temple ordered people to look for Master Wuxu everywhere. I didn't know it was Master Wuxu before, so I spoke out to attract the master to remind him.
"After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into concentration. It seemed that he wanted to see off his guests.
When Wuxu saw this, he sighed secretly and left the Buddhist hall.
Senior Brother Duoji? Didn’t he go up to Mount Lushan Lianfa Peak with Master Basiba? Why did he come down?
"Master Wuxu!" Several lamas bowed and ran over, "We are here to greet Master Wuxu on the order of Master Duoji."
Wuxu turned around and looked around. In the side hall, the scent of sandalwood was lingering. Several pilgrims were kneeling on futons, kowtowing to the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva that was completely blackened by smoke on the altar.
"Master Wuxu, Master Dorje is waiting for the master at Dafu Lingjiu Temple. He has specially ordered us to come and greet him." The lamas were already standing in front of Wuxu at this moment, and they said in succession, their tone was extremely humble.
Wuxu followed the lamas out of Puji Temple and looked back. The three words "Puji Temple" on the plaque were simple and vigorous, but due to the passage of time, they had some historical stains.
"Junior Brother Wuxu." A voice came from a distance. In the sky, the clouds were like white lotuses. Duoji was sitting on them, smiling at Wuxu with his palms clasped together.
Looking at Duoji, whom he had not seen for a long time, Wuxu also smiled slightly, flew onto the sea of white lotus clouds, and headed towards the Dafu Lingjiu Temple.
As the saying goes
Wutai Ruzhi Shenzhiyin, the Buddha statue is hidden in Puji Temple.
The war in the southeast has failed, but the sea of white lotus clouds is full of sorrow.