Chapter 4 Shanshui, the antecedent of that fate

Chongyan exhales fresh air, and the miracles of secluded Xiu. I have a fateful nostalgia for landscapes.Many years ago, I went to Lushan Mountain and pretended to make a vow in the fairyland like the sea of ​​clouds and pines.In this life, as long as the world is over, I will definitely come here again, find a house, live in it, and be quiet in the corner of the years.But as time went by, I threw myself into the barren days, and the vows I had made were gone with the wind, and they were no longer valid.Later, I went to Donglin Temple at the foot of Lushan Mountain. Like the mountains and rivers, I also have an inexplicable relationship with ancient temples.The distant and peaceful Donglin Temple has become my clear concern in this life.

When I went there, I knew that there was an eminent monk named Huiyuan living in Donglin Temple.I have read the poems written by him in Lushan Mountain, and felt the Zen of landscape in the poems.Zen Master Huiyuan has practiced in Lushan Mountain for dozens of years. Since he came to Lushan Donglin Temple, he has never left in this life.You can't see the mountains, and you can't go into the valley. Every time you see off the guests for a walk, you only take the Tiger Creek of Lushan Mountain as the boundary.The famous Huxi Three Smiles originated from this.Huxi is in front of Donglin Temple in Lushan. When Zen master Huiyuan lived in Donglin Temple, he could not see off the guests.One day, Tao Yuanming and Taoist Lu Xiujing came to visit, and they agreed with each other very well. When they saw each other off, they didn't feel that they were crossing the stream, and the tigers blew. The three laughed and said goodbye. Later generations built the Three Laughing Pavilion here.

Huiyuan, a native of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, with a common surname of Jia, was born in Loufan, Yanmen (now Dai County, Shanxi Province), a family of scholars for generations.Since he was a child, he was gifted and intelligent, eager to learn, and traveled around the age of thirteen to study, proficient in Confucianism, and bypassing Laozhuang.At the age of 21, he went to Taihang Mountain to listen to the "Prajna Sutra" taught by Master Dao'an. Then he realized the true meaning and sighed: "Confucianism and Taoism are all like chaff." , Follow Master Daoan to practice.Later, when the current situation was turbulent, in order to avoid disasters, Huiyuan passed by Lushan Mountain Temple, and was attracted by the beautiful scenery of Lushan.Since then, Donglin has become Zen Master Huiyuan's practice site, because of him, Donglin Temple has become more and more popular.He dug ponds in the temple and planted white lotuses all over, making the entire Donglin Temple a lotus wonderland.

Donglin Temple and I have had a relationship of white lotus, the time flies, and the moment of youth has been ten years.I went to Donglin Temple with my friends back then, and wanted to buy myself a small pendant for consecration in the place where Buddhist scriptures circulated.A little white lotus only looked at me for a short time, and my friend seemed to hear me talking with the white lotus in my heart.Before I could say it, she bought it for me and gave it to me.When she handed it to me, the smile on her face was like that white lotus, light and elegant, which is still fresh in my memory.This lotus has not been worn on the body for a long time. Following the past, it is dust-sealed in a quiet box.In this ordinary world, not only fame and wealth are worthy of attention, but many small objects are even more cherished.

Walking along the relics of Zen Master Huiyuan's practice and visiting Donglin Temple, it seems that a certain step can be superimposed with him, and a certain Zen thought can be connected with him.This is a wonderful bodhi world, where every flower and tree becomes a beautiful scenery.There are many green hills, gurgling forest springs, bamboo shadows and cool breeze, and many pagodas. I like the greenness of the mountains the most, which refreshes the eyes and refreshes the heart.Monks meditate and chant scriptures in the meditation room, or three or five people get together to make tea and drink tea, and practice Zen principles together.The woodcutter was cutting wood on a cliff, and had a conversation with a lark.The hermit collected medicine in the cloud and rescued an injured white fox.On the riverside, there is a peasant girl who washes yarn, singing simple folk songs with a crisp voice, leading people to a place where youth is not old.

On Nanshan in the distance, there are a few thatched huts, and the few clusters of chrysanthemums in the fenced yard, were they planted by Tao Yuanming back then?The fisherman by the water, but that celebrity Xie Lingyun who loved mountains and rivers all his life?The mountains, rivers, plants and trees are his Buddha, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are his poems. His clarity, tranquility and spiritual enlightenment are connected with Zen and Buddha.Huiyuan is their good teacher and buddhist friend. Lushan Mountain is the Taoist place. They practice together with all the creatures in the forest. They don't want to become Buddhas or immortals. In the door, leave a few pages of elegant notes and ink marks for the ordinary you and me.

One life dies, one dies together, one side is separated forever, each is safe.What an insignificant life, withered into mud in the sea of ​​light, leaving no trace.I don't know whether the warmth of the world can pass through the coolness of the loess and pass it on to their immortal souls.But after all, there will be something that will not dissipate. They will entrust the harmonious state and wonderful meditation that they have realized in their lives to the green mountains and green waters that will never change.We can meditate among flowers, plants and dust, and realize Taoism among birds, insects and animals.From then on, let yourself live more humbly and calmly.Filter out the chaos and keep simplicity; filter out the ugliness and keep the beauty; forget the resentment and keep the kindness.

The most memorable thing is the long stone steps on the back mountain of Donglin Temple and the quiet path leading to the pagoda.Bamboos are planted on both sides, and the entrance is secluded. The process is from gorgeous to cool, and the scenes are blown by the wind, and gradually become calm and calm.Your steps will involuntarily slow down, very slowly and lightly, because the side-by-side emerald bamboos will tell you the story of Zen and Buddha in Donglin Temple.Only when night falls, all the passers-by will return to the wind and dust, and the bamboo poles will be quiet, and they will sit in meditation and chant sutras with the Zen masters of the past, writing their own past lives, karma and fate.

Standing at the same height as Yunxia, ​​looking down at the fireworks in the world, I found that the streams, rivers, tiles and eaves there are nostalgic.I finally understood that I just took off the heavy makeup of the world of mortals, temporarily shut the noise outside, came to the mountain temple, and sat quietly with my heart.Holding a scripture book, pretending to read it seriously, the fragrance of ink in the book makes my heart intoxicated, but I can't really understand its deep meaning.Despite those Zen principles, I want to save you and me so silently and profoundly.I don't know if it can't conquer us, or we can't conquer it, maybe it's not conquering, but the fate is a little shallower.This place is destined not to be a destination, and there is still a hasty journey at the next stop—even though we don’t want to hurry, we just want to keep the purity of this place and let our hearts open quietly like a lotus flower.

Some people can comprehend some Zen principles in just a moment, but some people can't comprehend them in a lifetime.Zen Master Huiyuan belongs to the former, and all living beings belong to the latter.The sound of evening drums is the way for tourists to go down the mountain. I don't know who lit the thousand lotus lanterns to keep some people and also to send some away.I was destined to be the one who was sent away. For so many years, I have visited countless ancient temples in deep mountains, and they all came and went in a hurry.When did it start, to love cowardly, hate to be subservient, cry to cover up, and laugh to be hypocritical?I admire those who bow their heads for love and are desperate for love.Only they dare to pull the moisture in their hearts to the sun and dry it hard.

After all, I am indifferent, I should live quietly with a man with clear eyes in a place where I don't know anyone, and I don't know anyone.In your lifetime, build a happy little nest with bricks and tiles of emotion.Don't be old forever, just a lifetime, because in the next life, I promise to go to the Buddha and be the grass, trees and dust around him.It is said that a smile is a way of obliterating gratitude and sorrow, and meeting and parting are just the Buddha's smile.