Chapter 8 8.Heard that retreats are popular?

Q square 5 asks a person who has attended a retreat I heard that meditation is very popular now?Rich people love this.Can someone who has been there tell me what kind of meditation method it is?A few days ago, I heard someone say that the effect of meditation is quite miraculous!It feels nourishing yin, strengthening yang and prolonging life. A does not know how to answer box 5 I haven't been to the retreat myself, but my friend has.Just a few months ago, a friend of mine went to a mountain in Chaozhou and participated in a five-day retreat. The living conditions were the same as those in a guest house, which was very simple. He ate three "meals" every day, and the content of each meal was nine Saliva, three red dates, nine pine nuts.This is all the food you eat every day!Without afternoon tea.The rest of the time is used to meditate with the master, and the "slang" is to wait and see one's body.Repeat this for five days and spend 10,000 yuan.Damn, come to my house and charge 5,000 yuan.According to him, after five days, his body was very sensitive and his thinking was clear, but I think he was very hungry.

> Q8 Extended reading Retreat and Escape／Yating Zhou Meditate, more than ten hours a day; eat, vegetarian, do not eat after noon, two meals a day; sleep, except for the above two things, only sleep, according to the regulations, you can’t exercise vigorously in the yard or have any activities that may attract others’ attention. I completed this retreat for three days. Hand in cellphones, computers, books, paper and pens, takeaway food, medicines and everything that might disturb your mind to the volunteers as soon as you go.During the course, you are completely silent, and you do not have any eye or physical contact with other students.I also failed to abide by such rules. Every day for 15 minutes after 6:00 pm, I lay down in my quilt and wrote frantically.

Escape, my first thought on the first day was to escape! Dragging his sore legs, he climbed up to the top floor of the dormitory.I looked at the students in the small courtyard, and felt like a prison or a mental hospital.Some people are staring at the plants in the yard in a daze, while others are circling around the yard. No one looks at the other, as if they don't exist. I sat there thinking I couldn't concentrate and started fantasizing.I haven't read a book or received any new information all day, and I feel lonely and anxious, and I feel like I'm on fire.The gums were all swollen, and I seemed to be sick and groggy. I thought it might be the toxins that had accumulated in my body before.

The next day, after the previous night's teaching (the teacher preached the philosophy of meditation), I became more normal and thought: stay here, don't run away.But as the day passed, his thoughts collapsed again.I miss Beijing so much, I miss the colorful world where there are books to read, movies to watch, and things to do.One day is just sitting and lying down without any other exercise, every bone and connected muscles are extremely sore.I feel like my entire body circulation is slowing down.A headache is the kind of pain that does nothing. My mind is still distracted and unable to concentrate during meditation, and my lower back is the most painful part of my body.

It's still like a prison here.I thought: If you go out, you must not commit a crime. If you commit a crime, you must not be arrested and go to jail. If you are arrested, you should commit a capital crime! The third day was much better than the first two days, and I began to calm down and accept it.I can start to notice some things that I am not in the mood to watch when I am anxious. At 10 o'clock that night, it was still drizzling.Behind the main hall of the Sutra Pavilion, I was barefoot and wearing pajamas. I wanted to feel the spring rain, so I stretched out my right hand outside the hall.The next memory is "咻...咚", I fell on my back.The face is on the ground behind the right hand.In an instant, I felt the universe: the dead silence around me, and a few shining stars turning in front of me.I instinctively turned my body over on the wet ground, the rain fell on my face, mixed with my snot and tears, "Help", I said silently in my heart.

"Do you still have feeling in your arm?" Finally came a male law practitioner studying medicine.I cried and shook my head.He pulled along my shoulder twice, and I yelled. "Dislocated. You hold her down." Then with a "bang", the dislocated arm reset, and I felt the stars from just now come back, soaking in my tears and swirling.I hung a silk scarf on my right hand and half sat and half lay in the dark, thinking about going back to donate some more money to the disaster area.I finally understood the horror of enduring physical pain and waiting in the dark. After the arm was reset, I was not taken to the hospital.Because of the inconvenient transportation, and because the Dharma workers persuaded me to use the method of meditation and breathing to let my will surpass my body.So I was sent back to the house to watch the inhalation.They left me a pack of tissues and a flashlight before leaving.

Sanity and pain fought in the dark with grunts in my head for more than four hours.At four thirty in the morning, the wake-up bell rang.My roommates began to dress and wash, but they still didn't look at me, and I sat on the bed stunned and at a loss.On the one hand, I secretly rejoiced that the wait was finally over, and it was dawn!On the other hand, I don't know what to do. The practitioners wake up at 6:30. If they don't wake up, I can't leave for medical treatment, and I can't get back the mobile phone they took away. In the morning, at 4:50 am, I finally made a decision: follow my classmates to go to the meditation hall to meditate.The reason why I dragged my swollen arms to meditate was not because of my strong will, but because of simple selfishness: 1.I don't want to lie in the dormitory alone and think about it, it's cold there. 2.If I am in the meditation hall, I can have breakfast later.

At 6:30, I finally met Fa Gong who woke up at breakfast.I almost said in a pleading tone: "Could you give me a call on your cell phone, I'm going to see a doctor!" She solemnly motioned me to silence.Then give me a note: Come to my office after dinner. In the office, Fa Gong finally had a little human touch. She said: "We are also mobile volunteers. I don't know how to deal with many things. If you want to see a doctor, go. But you can't come back when you go out." I said: " Good." In fact, I was still struggling inside, feeling that leaving seemed very fragile, and the interview could not be completed.

When a dharma worker helped me to get my mobile phone, another one approached me and said, "We do have strange things happening here. Some people feel restless when they come, and some people start to have inflammation. This may be detoxification. But some people say it's detoxification. Evil. Or the evil of the previous life or this life.” After knowing that I could leave, I didn’t have the strength to talk at all.I just want the pain and swelling to go away. The moment I walked out of the gate of the monastery, I began to cry loudly, as if I had been wronged greatly, and all my inner struggles were over.The nun sweeping the floor in the monastery was wearing a woolen blanket, looked at me, then turned around and continued sweeping the fallen leaves.