Longhua Ancient Temple, located in Longhua Street, the southern suburb of Shanghai, is the oldest and largest ancient temple in Shencheng area. The name of Longhua Ancient Temple comes from the allusion of Maitreya Bodhisattva becoming a Buddha under the Longhua tree in the Buddhist scriptures.

Chen Houde stepped into the gatehouse, all the way up the steep slope, there was not a single visible dust and garbage, even the soil was clean.

I can't help but think of the sentence "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world". I sighed in my heart: Buddhism is really a pure land. At least, intuitively.

When he came to the door, Chen Houde looked at a couplet written on both sides of the door, and stopped to watch.

Shanglian: Sincerity, Purity, Equality, Enlightenment, Compassion!

Downlink: See through the Buddha and let go of it freely!

"This is a couplet written by the master when he was young. Tang Mingyang saw that Chen Houde was interested in this couplet, so he opened his mouth to explain.

It seems that this master is a master of calligraphy. Chen Houde reluctantly retracted his gaze, and then walked towards the ancient temple.

Jiang Manyun didn't tell Chen Houde that his best friend was a master, so Chen Houde didn't know anything about a master.

"I don't know if the master is calligraphy, but he is indeed a monk who is famous in China. Tang Mingyang said a word, and then followed Chen Houde to the inside of Longhua Ancient Temple.

"Calligraphers, write like ghost drawings. Hong Tianming glanced at the couplets on both sides of the door and muttered quietly.

Chen Houde, Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming chatted while walking, and slowly came to the square.

The square has four or five hundred square meters, which can be described as extremely luxurious in Shencheng, where every inch of land is valuable. In the middle of the square is a row of incense burners, incense is still rising, and many tourists or believers are rushing to light incense.

Behind the square are the temples of the temple, but the Daxiong Hall is undoubtedly located in the center.

Tang Mingyang obviously not came to Longhua Ancient Temple for the first time, while explaining the history of Longhua Ancient Temple to Chen Houde and Hong Tianming, he took the two to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the Mahavira Treasure Hall, the statue of Sakyamuni with a golden body, Mahakala and Ananda stand on both sides of the world, and the water inside is crowded by tourists and believers.

Seeing this, Tang Mingyang shrugged his shoulders at Chen Houde and teased: "It seems that you are quite good at picking the day, today happens to be the first day of the eighth lunar month, so it is so lively." ”

Chen Houde glanced inside, and then said, "Then let's go shopping first, and then come over to burn incense and worship the Buddha later." ”

"Boss, I have said it, don't be so troublesome, you worship me! I am the reincarnation of a living Buddha, and I promise to let you turn evil into good fortune, your wishes will come true, your body will be great, and you will eat so well. Hong Tianming said disapprovingly.

"There are gods three feet above your head, don't say anything about insolence!" Tang Mingyang looked at Hong Tianming with a headache, this product has no reverence for the Buddha at all, and belongs to the goods that are not afraid of gods and ghosts.

Chen Houde even ignored Hong Tianming's words, and began to wander around!

Forty minutes later!

Chen Houde, Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming walked to the deepest part of Longhua Ancient Temple, where there is a small side gate and a winding path leading to a secluded place, I don't know where it leads.

"This is the end of Longhua Ancient Temple!" Tang Mingyang held a cigarette in his hand and put it to his nose and sniffed it to quench his addiction to smoking.

"Hmm!" Chen Houde nodded, and along the way, Longhua Ancient Temple gave him the feeling of one word "net".

As far as the eye can see, it is clean and tidy, and there is no place that is not clean and tidy in front of you. Cleanliness in luxury, cleanliness in silence, cleanliness in simplicity, stone or monument, brick or tile, tree or grass, chair or stool, from beginning to end, everywhere is clean.

Everywhere, all of them reflect the truth of a pure land. Chen Houde is also a person who loves cleanliness, but in the face of the cleanliness of Longhua Ancient Temple, he suddenly felt ashamed.

This can't help but make Chen Houde feel that he has appreciated this cleanliness in vain, and the cleanliness of Longhua Ancient Temple made Chen Houde suddenly think of the philosophy of the six ancestors Huineng, "there is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust".

But in Hong Tianming's view, it is all the problem of the monks, in his words: there is nothing to do when you are full, so you can only clean.

Chen Houde saw that Tang Mingyang's smoking addiction was uncomfortable, and his ruffian nature was revealed, and he asked with a smile, "Why don't you smoke?"

Tang Mingyang shook his head and replied: "The Buddha Gate can't smoke quietly, and I still don't want to destroy this pure land." ”

"No, no!" Chen Houde shook his head, pointed to the side door, and said: "The inside of the door is quiet, and the outside of the door is soil, and you can smoke it against the door wall." ”

Tang Mingyang was stunned for a moment, glanced at Chen Houde, and nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense!" Then he really leaned against the door wall and swallowed the clouds and spitted out the fog.

"Oh, I'll go, boss, have you had an epiphany?" Hong Tianming looked at Chen Houde and teased.

"The road is long, Zen life savored, like a dream to wake up and step on the dust. Clear mind, enlightenment and Buddhahood, natural Buddha nature, liberation from nothing. Chen Houde said seriously nonsense.

"! Say you're fat and panting. Hong Tianming rolled his eyes, then walked to Tang Mingyang's side, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Tang will give me a whole pick-me-up." ”

Just when Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming were leaning against the door wall and swallowing the clouds and mist, on the winding path, an old monk wearing a robe, his head was shiny, his face was full of wrinkles, his ears were hanging down his shoulders, and he was walking slowly with a pair of spotless cloth shoes. It looks like a master of the world.

"Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together, came to Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming, and said to the two: "The Buddha Gate is quiet, I hope the two donors will be cautious!"

When Tang Mingyang saw the old monk coming, he hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, held it in his hand, folded his hands and returned a salute to the old monk, and said apologetically: "The abbot taught us! ”

Hong Tianming is a god and ghost who is not afraid of goods, while smoking, he replied in Chen Houde's words: "The inside of the door is quiet, the outside of the door is soil, you can smoke against the door wall, why can't it?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, folded his hands and nodded to Hong Tianming, and said with a look of surprise: "The donor is reasonable! ”

"I didn't say that, my boss said it. Hong Tianming stretched out his hand and pointed at Chen Houde behind him.

"Oh!" The old monk looked in the direction of Hong Tianming's finger, and just as he wanted to step forward, Tang Mingyang suddenly opened his mouth and asked humbly: "Is the master the abbot of Wuchen?"

"It's the old man!" the old monk smiled kindly.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Mingyang's face was shocked, his eyes were happy, he bowed to the old monk, and said: "Wanzhang! The younger generation has a doubt, I hope Master Wuchen will solve the doubt." ”

"Meeting is fate! Donor, but it doesn't hurt to say. Abbot Wuchen nodded slightly.

"What is the meaning of letting go? The Buddha said that everything is suffering, only self-crossing, but unfortunately the younger generation of Buddha is still shallow, can not do self-crossing, hope to realize the dust of the younger generation. Tang Mingyang humbly asked.

"Amitabha!" Wuchen said slowly: "The donor's obsession is too deep, I'll tell the donor a story."

Someone was sheltering from the rain under the eaves and saw the Buddha walking by with an umbrella. The man said, "Buddha, please purify all sentient beings, how about taking me for a while?"

The Buddha said, "I am in the rain, you are under the eaves, and there is no rain under the olive, you don't need me to live." ”

The man immediately jumped out of the eaves, stood in the rain, and said, "Now that I'm in the rain, it's time for me, right?"

The Buddha said, "You are in the rain, I am also in the rain, I am not drenched, because there is an umbrella you are drenched in the rain, because there is no umbrella." So it's not me who lives myself, but who I do. If you want to do it, you don't have to look for me, please find your own umbrella!" After saying that, he left. ”

"What do you mean?" Hong Tianming looked confused. Not to mention Hong Tianming, Chen Houde is also confused.

Only Tang Mingyang looked like he had an "epiphany", and then asked: "Then may I ask what it means to let go of Wuchen?"

"Fate does not refuse, fate does not stay, there is fate without fate, everything follows fate!" Wu Chen said unfathomably.

"May I ask what you mean by this?" Tang Mingyang asked as if he didn't understand.

"Fate is destined by God, you can't see it, you can't touch it, you can't wait for it, you can't ask for it, and it will naturally come when it's time to come. If you miss something, someone who has nothing to do with you, no matter how much you entangle with her, she will still leave your world. Wuchen shook his head.