The White Horse Temple in Luoyang was founded in the Eastern Han Dynasty. It was the first temple built after Buddhism was introduced to China. Since its establishment, it has been highly respected by the government and the people. For thousands of years, it has experienced rise and fall, but it has been popular among the people.
In Central Plains Buddhism, it is known as "ancestral court" and "shiyuan".
In the world of spiritual practice, Baima Temple is actually an orthodox Buddhist sect with a broad and profound inheritance and countless masters. Even the Lamaism who followed the Mongolian cavalry southward shunned it. Under the witness of Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, he and Baima Temple
The temple made a gentleman's agreement, "to
"People of the same sect should be commensurate with each other and be polite and respectful to each other." In the Central Plains of China, apart from the four major Bodhisattva Taoist temples, Quanzhen Zhongnan Mountain and Zhengyi Longhu Mountain, White Horse Temple is one of the few temples in the Central Plains.
.This shows the inheritance and heritage of White Horse Temple.
When the Yuan army captured Luoyang, fires broke out all over the city, and the people screamed. Master Yuanfa, the master of the White Horse Temple, opened the door to accept countless refugees, and went to the Yuan army's camp to meet with Kublai Khan and Phag Siba.
Others said it was great, and finally Luoyang was saved from repeated disasters. Therefore, among the people, when it comes to Luoyang, everyone in Luoyang knows it.
Even when the world is in chaos, the White Horse Temple is even more popular, and the nearby temple fair is still bustling. If one comes five miles away from the White Horse Temple, one can see bustling crowds and stalls everywhere, and there is noisy everywhere
Sound. Steaming hot and fragrant all kinds of pasta, all kinds of rouge jade pendants, brocade handkerchief sachets, a three-foot-high stage, experienced fortune tellers, and storytellers shaking their heads...
Several scholars, old and young, walked through it, stopping and walking, leisurely. After a while, they followed the flow of people and squeezed into the gate of the White Horse Temple. They watched countless faithful men and women, holding incense and candles, lining up from the door to the Main Hall.
Behind, Guo Min, still disguised as a man, could not help but wave her fan to disperse the choking smoke coming towards her face.
The leading middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't know what kind of magic he used. He always looked vague. At this moment, he also frowned and said, "The sage said that without saying anything, strange power can confuse the gods. Unexpectedly, ordinary people will suffer so much."
Yuan thieves oppressed them, but they all came to worship these clay bodhisattvas." After saying that, he led a few people behind him to the backyard of the temple and stood quietly outside a pomegranate grove.
After a while, the sound of the Buddha's trumpet could be heard, and Master Xingkong, the host of the White Horse Temple, led a group of temple members and appeared in front of everyone.
When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw Master Xingkong wearing the abbot's cassock, he took a closer look, then put his hands behind his back and raised his eyes to look around. Here, Xingkong put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the young monk Xingkong, I don't know how big it is."
The monks came to Han Temple, and they were not welcomed from afar." The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not answer, but looked at himself and said to himself, "We have been separated for nearly a hundred years, and I didn't expect so many pomegranates to be planted in this courtyard." With a bit of emotion.
An air of desolation.
After Xingkong was undecided and asked three times in succession, the middle-aged Confucian scholar turned around again, stared at Master Xingkong's face, and said slowly, "Master Xingkong, you really became an abbot and forgot about your past."
edge."
Master Xingkong, looking at the gradually clearer face in front of him, immediately raised his right hand, with his index finger trembling, "Are you - Zhao Daguanren?" In the Song Dynasty, the emperor was called the official family. At this moment, Xingkong blurted out Zhao Daguanren, which actually means
It's a pun.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was Zhao Haoran, the master of Dongji Island. Hearing Xingkong shouting like this, he also smiled slightly and said, "It is Zhao. Back then, Master Xingkong was the governor of the temple at that time, Xiao——sheng.
"Zhao Haoran didn't know what was going on. When he mentioned his childhood, he paused briefly and said, "Accompanied by the master, I took a look at the scenery and magnanimity of the White Horse Temple."
Master Xingkong, after hearing what Zhao Haoran said, no longer had any doubts in his heart. The expression on his face was unpredictable, and he twitched slightly. Then he looked at Zhao Haoran, who was wearing a wide blue shirt, clasped his hands and bowed, and said, "I don't know how to master you.
Come here, empty of nature, guilty of sin.”
Everyone present saw something strange, but they couldn't say anything. Guo Min stood behind Zhao Haoran, pouted, and secretly cursed, "No wonder Master hesitated for a long time before deciding to save Master Huiming, and not letting Second Master Uncle
Lead the team and come here in person. It turns out there is a lot of history and hidden secrets."
Master Xingkong had long recognized Guo Min behind Zhao Haoran, and had also thought about the matter of Wuxu; at this moment, he did not mention it, but just led the monks to lead Zhao Haoran and others in the back temple respectfully and politely.
I walked around slowly, talking to Zhao Haoran about the differences between the past and today with Zhao Haoran from time to time.
That night, Wuxu and Guo Min were standing in front of the Qiyun Pagoda under the moonlight, with clouds rising and moistening with rain. The monk Xingkong just put his hands together and said to Zhao Haoran, "This Qiyun Pagoda, that day, I also climbed up to see all directions.
Now that I'm back after a long absence, I wonder if I can enjoy the pleasure of climbing up the old pagoda and recounting my secret feelings?"
Zhao Haoran knew that Master Xingkong must have some intentions, so he nodded. Then he saw the monks scattered around the Qiyun Pagoda, chanting the Buddha's name, and separating Guo Min and others.
Walking to the bottom of the tower, he gently pushed open a small unlocked door with both hands and made a gesture of invitation.
An hour passed before Guo Min and others saw Zhao Haoran and Master Xingkong coming out of the bottom of the tower. After Zhao Haoran came out, he did not say anything and led everyone, accompanied by Master Xingkong, to open a door from the backyard.
The little door leaves.
When he arrived at the inn where he was resting, Zhao Haoran stopped everyone, especially Guo Min, who was eager to try, returned to the room, closed the door and sat alone. When night fell and the lanterns came on, Zhao Haoran took everyone up into the sky and headed straight for Dongji Island in the East China Sea.
Fly away.
When they reached the point where the Yangtze River entered the sea, Zhao Haoran, who was silent in the air, said in a deep voice to Guo Min behind him, "That Lamajiao Huiming is a young novice monk of the Miaofa Sect in Hualien, and his dharma name is Wuxu..." He was already holding it back.
Guo Min immediately said, "
No wonder! It turns out he is a member of the White Lotus Sect. No wonder, every time I see him making a move, white lotuses come out overwhelmingly. Moreover, my disciple once secretly took a look at his Mandala Dharma Realm. The scenes inside are all from our Han Chinese Buddhism.
Things.”
Zhao Haoran was not interested in these things. While flying, Guo Min recalled the past scenes with Wuxu, but he couldn't help but smile, "Hey, little novice Wuxu, no wonder he was in a hurry when he saw his sister..."
While he was thinking wildly, he suddenly thought of the incident in Lushan Mountain. Guo Min hurriedly asked, "Master, where is the little novice monk Wuxu now? Why didn't he bring him out?" Zhao Haoran replied, "This person is practicing with Master Yuanfa.
According to Buddhism, life is worry-free. However, it won’t last for more than a year and a half.”
"Oh——" Guo Min was slightly disappointed.
But he saw Zhao Haoran shaking his clothes, wrapping everyone around him, and speeding up the flight. In an instant, he had returned to Dongji Island.
Zhao Haoran, with a disappointed look on his face, communicated with Lu Zixu and Luo Gui for a moment, and then flew back to his cave. Lu Zixu looked at the people who came back with a disappointed look on his face, and flew away without having time to nod.
Luo Guiyi, on the other hand, laughed out loud amidst Guo Min's coquettish voice, cheered up, looked like he couldn't stand the drink, told a few jokes, and ordered everyone to disperse.
On the way back, Luo Guiyi couldn't help but beg Guo Min. He squinted his drunken eyes and looked at the location of Zhao Haoran's cave, and then at the Central Plains continent across the sea. He whispered, "Girl Min, you said your master was in Baima at that time.
In the backyard of the temple, when I called myself a young student, I slightly
Pause?" Guo Min nodded. Luo Guiyi raised his hand to open the ban on his cave, and took Guo Min in. He leaned on the soft couch, took a cup of hot tea from Guo Min, and said with a smile, "Ghost girl,
If you want to please your master and try to trick him? Aren't you afraid that your master will be angry?"
Guo Min smiled and said, "Master will not be angry. He is a gentleman, a monarch and his ministers, and he is very strict in his etiquette. At this moment, when I am melancholy, I go to disturb him, why should I not be reprimanded?"
Luo Guiyi, after laughing for a while, took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and said, "Uncle, I can't say more about your master. I've already talked a lot. If you want to know, you can either ask your master directly; or
, you should carefully consider it yourself."
Guo Min had done this kind of business with no reward after being diligent several times. He suddenly cried and shook the hand of Xuanwu True Lord Luo Guiyi, and only said, "Uncle Master is a swindler."
Unexpectedly, the trick that had been tried many times in the past had no effect this time. Luo Guiyi, instead of talking about Zhao Haoran, asked, "Today, I haven't seen the little monk Wuxu. Don't you worry, little girl?"
?”
Guo Min blushed with embarrassment, grabbed Luo Guiyi's hand and said, "Uncle, you are so rude. What does a young monk from the White Lotus Sect have to do with Min'er?"
Luo Guiyi burst out laughing again, but he was calculating in his heart, "After all, he is also a monk in the Dharma Realm. He saved your Uncle Kuzhu, traveled with you, and even caused a scene in the White Horse Temple, but you didn't show any emotion at all.
?”
Guo Min shook off Luo Guiyi's hand and said angrily, "Uncle Master, do you want Min'er to marry a young monk who spends all his time Amitabha?"
Luo Guiyi was certain in his heart, stretched out his hand to hold Guo Min's hand, and said, "Silly girl, why do you think so badly of your junior uncle? However, it is important for men to get married when they are college students, and it is important for women to get married when they are college students. Your uncle is planning your life-long event.
I'm anxious. Well, what do you think of my great disciple, Long Qian?"
Guo Min's expression changed, "Here we go again! Master Long Qian, Min'er is a junior and cannot afford to reach such a high level."
Luo Guiyi immediately laughed and said, "Master-uncle is not master-uncle. It's nothing more than secular etiquette and random shouting. Why don't you also call me master-uncle."
Suddenly, a burst of thunder sounded, and a voice came rolling in, "Xiao Min, why are you disturbing Uncle Lu Qingxiu late at night? Come quickly, I have important instructions for you!"
As soon as Guo Min heard this, he responded like a follower, "Yes, yes, yes." He then stood up, gave a slight salute to Luo Guiyi who looked embarrassed, flew out of his cave, and floated away under the bright moon.
As the saying goes
It's vague that an old friend is walking on a white horse, and it's worth asking about the pomegranate forest.
I first heard and understood the false reputation on the sea, but the bright moon on the island finally has no basis.