Chapter 17 Beauty of Emei

Everyone's journey in life is to wander between leaving and entering the world, feeling the customs in and out of dreams along the way.Passing through the narrow alleys of life, galloping towards a more profound space, you can have a panoramic view of thousands of miles of green mountains, hundreds of generations of rivers, and endless wind and clouds.At this time, the time falls on Mount Emei, which is known as "the beauty of Emei in the world".Emei, just reading these two words, I feel that she is an elegant and elegant woman, with graceful eyebrows and graceful demeanor, in the illusion of clouds and mist, on the moon-washed mountain, she is alone.

Time is so clear and flowing, endless; scenery is so happy and verdant, endless.Mount Emei in the distance is like a piece of flawless jade inlaid between heaven and earth, like a lotus posture, like a Buddha's spirit, penetrating through the thin skirts of passers-by, reaching the depths of the soul.Looking at the vast sky and the eternal mountains and rivers, you will deeply understand that life is a kind of choice. If you want to have the pure tranquility in the world, you have to give up the fireworks with mixed flavors in the world of mortals. Some people carry poetry pouches, some hold Zen sticks, some carry guqin, and some hold lonely swords. They walked through the wind and rain of Tang Dynasty, carrying the dust from all over the world, accompanied by every morning and sunset, and experienced every season of rain, snow, wind and frost.It has the clarity of Yangchun Baixue, the transparency of Yunshui Zen heart; it also has the clearness of flowing water and falling flowers, and the open-mindedness of happy love and hatred.The past time is splashed on the body clearly, coming and going, all are people in the world, only this Emei fairyland, the golden-top Buddha light, has never changed the appearance of yesterday.

Watching the sunrise is like waiting for the dawn in the dark, waiting for the flowers to bloom, like the metamorphosis of a chrysalis, from simplicity to beauty.Standing on the broad shore of life, the breeze blows through the once blurred thoughts, and the time becomes long and quiet because of waiting.The sun rises in the east, and the sky and the earth blend together. A few strands of red clouds carry a few clouds inlaid with golden edges, floating under the purple-blue sky. Among the mountains, a little red sun rises slowly, gradually turning into a small bend, a semicircle, a light posture, and a graceful arc, like a wordless romance running over a soft heart.Jumping in a blink of an eye, with a fleeting tail light, and a round of red sun inlaid on the horizon, the dream just now was also resolutely awakened.

The entire Mount Emei is bathed in golden light, and the Qingyi River and Dadu River in the distance are like two white lines. They surround thousands of mountains and ridges, making the scenery converge and emotions intertwined.There is also the undulating Daxue Mountain, which lies on the top of the mountains, and is carved into carved white jade by the morning glow, with a crystal clear temperament like a dream. The sunrise of Jinding is different every day. Even if you watch like a statue, you can't capture the same scenery. All it can give is beauty in various poses and with different expressions.In fact, the sunrise is not the same as the sunset, just because of the difference between the sunrise in the east and the sunset in the evening, it gives people a kind of vicissitudes of change, no matter the mood or the situation, the style is very different.Although life is short, if you lose yesterday, you will still have a brand new today, even if you miss today, you will still have a bright tomorrow.The sunrise of Jinding will be waiting peacefully for everyone in the world, year after year.

Chasing the sea of ​​clouds is like chasing a past life without reason, just thinking about it at random, without asking about cause and effect.The turbulent sea of ​​clouds hides the vast rivers and mountains without a trace, and everything in the world is also confusing.The sea of ​​clouds is boundless, laying out the image of boundless and boundless. When it is ethereal, it is like Penglai fairyland. When it is clear and clear, it is like autumn water and long wind. The Daxiong Palace is also shrouded in white mist. Although you can't see its majesty and majesty, you can hear the Sanskrit sounds of the Zen masters chanting. The soft singing has a clear strength. Woke up in the clouds and smoke, and fell into another Zen state.There is also the ten-faced Buddha in front of the treasure hall. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva rides a statue, as if he came from the sky. When the clouds clear and the fog clears, he can be seen wearing a shining golden light, selflessly illuminating the mountains, rivers and the earth.

Layers of clouds and shadows are like the illusion of the Tathagata, and the thousands of rocks and ravines hidden in the sea of ​​clouds are like the Buddha's Sumeru Zen Seat, the vast Dharma is vast and boundless.Only when you climb to the top of this beautiful Emei and see all the clouds and smoke will you understand why so many people are willing to give up their lives under the cliff for thousands of years. They may not want to become Buddhas or immortals, but they just can't stand the snow waves. Tao's temptation, he decided to fly across the sea of ​​clouds. Knowing that this jump is the end of life, but still go on so perseveringly, resolutely abandoning the magnificent prosperity of the world, in exchange for the fate of dream breaking dust.Don't ask whether it's lost or home, any interpretation is so insignificant in the world of sea of ​​clouds.After washing all the lead, you will understand that there is a kind of Vientiane called boundless, and there is a kind of Dharma called boundless.

Waiting for the Buddha's light is like waiting for the most glamorous miracle in life. There is no need to make an agreement, and we will meet each other in the end.On the summit of Emei, on the Jinding Peak, when the sun and clouds meet, there will often be magnificent Buddha lights of seven colors.According to the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha's light is the light that bloomed between Sakyamuni's brows, like a golden lotus, holy and selfless, illuminating the universe for thousands of miles. For this reason, it is like a pilgrim traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, hiking and climbing mountains with unremitting faith, just to soak up the boundless Buddha's brilliance.Climbing to the Golden Summit, through the mottled sunlight and blurred smog, you can see the seven-color Buddha light, which is bright and colorful, and as bright as a mirror.The indescribable light and shadow projected on his body, every movement of his hands and feet, the shadow followed.What's even more amazing is that even if there are thousands of people watching at the same time, the viewers can only see their own shadows and not others.It is the spirit endowed by nature that makes such a beautiful picture scroll with natural beauty and infinite rivers and mountains, so that visitors can immerse themselves in their own shadows and be intoxicated.

The Buddha's light hangs far away on the golden summit of Emei, as light as tobacco, and as dreamy as Nanke, guiding the light to the confused and bringing warmth to the lonely.This is the light of charity, the light of salvation, and the light of auspiciousness. It smiles proudly across the sea and saves all sentient beings.It is said that only those who have a relationship with the Buddha can see the Buddha's light. In fact, the Buddha is benevolent. It gives light and warmth to all living beings. The relationship is deep and shallow, and it is also a personal understanding. The world of mortals is on this shore, and the Buddhist world is on the other shore. Between this shore and the other shore, there is a smoke of years.They look at each other and cherish each other, but they can never be superimposed together.And the distance has made the beauty of the ages, so that countless people from all over the world rushed to Emei, just for the mercy of this lotus platform.Come and go, just like the illusion of Buddha light, there is no need to expect encounters, and no need to be afraid of parting.Looking back at the boundless mountain top, who is the shining Buddha light on the golden roof still shining for a period of time like water?

Looking for the holy lamp is like looking for a little firefly in the dark night, faintly visible, ethereal and elusive.The holy lamp and Buddha's light seem to be the alternation of night and day. They carry the holiness and cleanliness of Buddha, which are pursued by passers-by in the world of mortals, but they have never failed anyone.On a dark and windy night, under the Sacrifice Cliff of Jinding, suddenly there is a light like a firefly, and then counts, gradually to countless, wandering in the dark and quiet valley, flickering uncertainly.This is the Holy Lamp. It floats away from the cliffs and looks like a shadow. It is so bright that it gives people a sense of survival from a desperate situation.It is not like the bright moon and stars, hanging in the distant sky, no matter where you are, you can look up.The wonder of the holy lamp is like a peerless beauty, floating in the valley, only in the dangerous peaks of famous mountains can one find the fairy trail and see the beauty.

The Emei Golden Summit is known as the best place to watch the holy lamps. The shadows of the flames, like a stream of light flying across, have captured the souls of countless viewers throughout the ages.It is the halo of the holy lamp, illuminating the darkness of the four fields, making those who come suddenly clear, those who go are clear; those who gather are calm, and those who are scattered are calm.Some people wander in the scenery during the day, and some people are obsessed with the dreams of the night. Whether it is clear or deep, there are reasons for indulging.When the explorer's footsteps are hurried away, whose dawn will the twinkling holy lamp be waiting for?

Lifting away the illusion of smoke and mist, it is a period of cleanliness and loftiness of white water and autumn wind.Wannian Temple is facing the high autumn clouds and high sky, and thousands of years have passed by the white water pool, which has nothing to do with cause and effect, and has nothing to do with fate.Walking through the gurgling stream yesterday, following the past events soaked in maple red, standing in front of the thick gate of the ancient temple, watching a Jin Dynasty fireworks, listening to a Song Dynasty Sanskrit song, and looking for the back of the Ming Dynasty . Step into the beamless brick hall, and watch this magical building without beams and pillars. The cool decorations on the walls reflect the tranquility and solemnity of the Buddhist hall.You don't need to look for it, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva will look at you in a dignified posture riding on a white elephant. He wears a golden crown of five Buddhas on his head, holds Ruyi in his hand, has a plump body and vivid charm.The six-tusk white elephant under the seat is majestic and has an inherent mission. Standing on the lotus platform, it has become a symbol of Samantabhadra.They guard the pavilions and palaces of Wannian Temple and the green mountains and green waters of Emei. Maybe they are easy to be forgotten, but they are also easy to be remembered. The white clouds fly lightly, and the autumn water is clean. There was a Tang Dynasty monk playing the piano for Li Bai Linshui, the poet fairy. Li Bai also wrote a poem "Listening to the Shu Monk Playing the Qin", which said: "The Shu monk hugged the green Qi and went west to Emei Peak. Wave your hand for me, like listening to the pines in the ten thousand valleys. The guest’s heart is washed by the flowing water, and the lingering sound enters the frost bell. I don’t feel the blue mountains and evening, and how dark the autumn clouds are." It is said that there is a kind of elf playing the lyre frog living in the white water pool. When they come, they often make pleasant calls, like the sound of Lingling piano, which is indescribable.The copper bells on the eaves sway the voiceless sound of time passing, and there are always people recalling the prosperity of the past in front of the rusty copper furnace.At this time, I don't hear the sound of the piano, but I seem to hear the cry of frogs. Is the rhythm of the flowing water and autumn clouds resounding elsewhere, or only the elegant people can hear the wonderful music of that year. It is the taint of incense that makes the tiles dignified like Dai; it is the low singing of Sanskrit sounds that makes the pavilions light and clean.A heavy door and several wooden windows conceal the backs of the ancients and present the sighs of the present.It seems that people who come and go always like to inquire about their own gains and losses. In fact, there are too many unexplainable entanglements between gains and losses, coming and going.Walking through the threshold, entanglement also boils down to a kind of enlightened Zen, and stepping outside the threshold, entanglement is already a tasteless pursuit. If the green mountains are the green clothes on Emei, then the clear water is the emerald jade hanging on Emei's chest.Walking into Qingyin Pavilion, the breeze of the mountain path and the flowing water of the stream will sneak into your heart before you let go of the fatigue of the journey. At this moment, even the wind and dust are clear. "Why silk and bamboo, mountains and rivers have voiceless sounds." Qingyin Pavilion got its name from this poem. The natural sound of mountains and waters is better than the melodious rhythm of silk and bamboo.The scenery here has the clarity washed by the mountain breeze and the purity soaked by the stream.It will not breed dust because of your inexplicable intrusion. It can decorate countless Zen dreams of passers-by, but passers-by can't store its passing moments. Qingyin Pavilion, also known as Woyun Temple, was founded by Zen Master Huitong in the fourth year of Qianfu Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty.There is a Shuangfei Bridge on your left, and a Shuangfei Pavilion stands between the two bridges. Crystal clear black and white water rushes under the bridge, and the torrential white waves wash a boulder in the shape of a cow's heart in the Bitan.The Niuxin Stone is polished smooth like a mirror by running water, as if it can see the time hundreds of millions of years ago. It stands here, has experienced the gathering and scattering of duckweed, and is used to the flowing scenery, and its mood is still calm and calm like spring water. The turbulent waves hit the rocks, stirring up broken jade and flying flowers. The sound of Lingling is like playing a guqin. Sometimes it is clear, sometimes deep, sometimes melodious, and sometimes intense.On a night with a bright moon and clear wind, when everything is silent, the sound of clear water echoes in the secluded forest and valley, and the entire Qingyin Pavilion is immersed in a dust-free environment.The eminent monks of all dynasties and countless travelers sat on the heart-washing platform in front of the pool, listening to the clear sound of the stream, with their hearts like lotus flowers, sticking to this pure beauty. The Buddha is wise, when you want to go completely, he will alienate you slightly.When you try to walk away, he will gently hold you back.Qingyin Pavilion is a place where the soul is collected. Everyone who has been here is willing to store their years in this Zen-like time. Even if they want to leave half of their youth as notes, they will not change their original intentions. When the footsteps of pursuit stand at a new starting point, what can't be forgotten is still the complex of the past.Looking back at the Qingyin Pavilion, thinking about the scenery that is about to disappear, who is doomed to grow old, who would regret that there was such a life that was washed by Bodhi? Walking through the scenery of water and mountains, there is a road of smoke and dust, which leads to Baiyun Gorge.Outside the gorge is the clearness with a wide view, and inside the gorge is the coolness with deep winding paths.Stepping into the canyon and looking up at the thin line of sky in the peaks and mountains, this kind of scenery seems to be a towering and steep mountain, split by the years like a knife, through the ruined walls, slanting branches and thin leaves, to reveal this line of blue sky.This thin and natural other land brings rich and magnificent thoughts to the adventure journey. It is the time of jumping, which opens up the hidden heritage of the mountains and releases the eternal splendor.Let the intruders feel the wonder of the world in the valley in a narrow space. Even though it is a dangerous journey full of besieged from all sides, there are still many people who are willing to walk into this winding path from the vast world, in order to leave a lasting impression on the journey of life. A more magnificent imagination. Walking through the winding mountain trails, the refreshing breeze seems to come from ancient times, quietly unpacking your luggage and blowing your clothes.The torrential stream, along the curved mountain road, circles and turns, and the cliffs on both sides of the thin water have exquisite curves and quiet artistic conception.The broken stones like pearls and jade are silent in the deep pool, blue, red, black and white, which is the beauty hidden in the broken time. Here, the sunlight is shallow. It tries to penetrate a line of patios and illuminate those wet and green corners with light, but such a sentimental act makes the unique tranquility and coolness of the valley quietly evaporate.Only when facing adversity can he show his true qualities, and only when he is in the valley can he know the greatness of the world. The struggle for fame and fortune in the world seems to be just an episode in the ever-changing situation. Hope is reborn after destruction. When you transcend the narrow situation and let your thoughts break through the chains of fate, will the miracle in your dreams still be far away?In this valley that needs the sky, in this secluded environment where the wind and clouds are contained, the explorers after silence will use the wings of the spirit to break through the clouds and re-appreciate the myriad of weather and rivers and mountains in the world. No matter how much you want to collect every vivid silhouette of Emei, there are always too many scenery in life that cannot be fully seen.The waking reality will chase you from the trance dream, the lotus in your heart will bloom the last petal, and the cracks in your thoughts will also swallow up the faint fragrance.Carrying a heavy luggage on your back, I watched you leave emaciatedly from the holy land of the Buddha Kingdom. Many times, when you think you are very close to the Buddha, you are actually just a passer-by in the world of mortals outside the threshold, looking back in disappointment when rubbing shoulders.When you truly understand the spirit of Zen, your life will be clear, even if it is just a green lotus in front of the Buddha, it has its subtle charm, because it has absorbed the vast compassion of the Buddha world. The smoke and dust drifted, the wind and cloud rolled in, and the hurried footsteps of the explorers were already sluggish at the edge of Emei.Is it the time here that imprisons you, or do you want to freeze in this time?If this is not the case, why the green water and green mountains that are gradually going away are still lingering in front of my eyes; if this is not the case, why the long-dissipated scriptures and Sanskrit sounds are still lingering in my ears. Mount Emei, you have given the most beautiful scenery in the world to passers-by, but if you pass by, what will you leave behind?Compassionate Buddha, when you face so many sorrows and joys, why can you still be so calm and peaceful?Perhaps, these passers-by who parted in the silent background will suddenly remember one day that there was once a plant of Bodhi planted in the past of Liuxiang, called Emei.