"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing. "The rain in my hometown is so fresh and charming, like a lover's whisper, and like a mother's kind care, giving people the most sincere comfort and touch.

"There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. "That ancient temple has gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and how many times it has been renovated and reorganized is still there, accommodating generations of monks and attracting generations of pilgrims.

Wang Ming didn't know how many times he had the same dream. A few months after the last car accident, his body has slowly recovered, and the plaster on his legs has been removed, and he is ready to go to work in a few days, but for some reason, Wang Ming has always dreamed about the past and his hometown during this time, mainly the temple where he and his mother and grandmother went to burn incense and worship Buddha when he was a child.

Wang Ming vaguely remembered that the temple was called Huanglian Temple, as if there was a pond in front of the temple, and it was said that under the sun, it could show the golden lotus, and there was a big Buddha who came down to recite scriptures, purifying sentient beings, and relieving the suffering of sentient beings...... Wang Ming is not as fascinated by this legend as other friends, he is not affected by his mother and grandmother, he is not interested in the golden Buddha in the temple, and he is not interested in the monks inside, but Wang Ming likes to listen to the bells in the temple, far and deep, deep into the soul, but to pay incense money, after all, "people want clothes, Buddha wants gold." ”

Later, Wang Ming gradually realized that human beings were invincible rulers and outliers compared to other creatures on this planet. When human beings conquer and destroy other creatures, they are also thinking about themselves, thinking about their origins, thinking about the incomparable wisdom and creation compared to other creatures on the planet, maybe people really shouldn't exist on this planet.

In the development of human beings, there is a group of people who believe that man was created by "God", that we are all God's people, and that only "God" can save us. But it turns out that nothing was done by "God", nor did it save people, we are more like "God" test subjects, maybe "God" created us only for some kind of "experiment". Gradually, this kind of people attracted or brainwashed some people, and gathered together to become a religion favored by the government that complied with the law, and the rest were illegal assemblies, all of which were called cults. Cults exist no matter which dynasty or generation, and compared with those who are canonized and liked by those in power, they can be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and will always attract or brainwash some people, perhaps the so-called good and evil are not good or bad, they are all part of people, but most people have to be manipulated by those in power, and the same is true of good and evil.

The rich seek to get rich, and the poor seek blessings. Wang Ming didn't believe in Buddhism before, but now he gradually understands the insignificance of human beings and the irresistibility of manpower. In fact, Wang Ming also understands in his heart that this is just a kind of psychological comfort, he needs comfort now, games, novels, TV series, movies and other former obsessions have gradually faded, and he can't satisfy him, and he doesn't dare or have the money to take drugs and do those extremely tempting things.

Wang Ming told his mother that he wanted to go out for a walk, meet up with friends, get together, and his friends said that they would celebrate my recovery and introduce his girlfriend. His mother was not at ease, saying that he just couldn't exercise easily. Wang Ming jumped around his mother a few times, proving that he was completely well, and when he circled around his mother, it was like walking through the whole world. Wang Ming still remembers that when he was a child, his mother was the most beautiful person in the world, she had long black and bright hair, and her young face radiated light, Wang Ming liked to follow her and bumper and jump, full of curiosity about the world, and at that time her mother was Wang Ming's whole world.

But the years have made the former goddess suffer from wind and frost, change her appearance, change the vicissitudes of life, and have a body destroyed by real life...... But Wang Ming is powerless to resist, helpless, he can't change the time, and he can't change the reality, even if he is already an adult, beyond the age of adulthood stipulated by the law, but sometimes many things have nothing to do with age, such as "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait." ”

Seeing that Wang Ming couldn't resist, his mother promised him to let him go out, and told him to go early and return early, and to pay attention to his body. Wang Ming agreed, and went out with his mobile phone and wallet, Wang Ming didn't want to take his wallet, but he felt that he should be regular, so that his mother could rest assured, even if he basically didn't need cash now, Wang Ming didn't know why he had such a far-fetched idea, and then brought the key and tissue, and took the mobile phone, Wang Ming couldn't wait to go out.

After going out a short distance, I came to a fork in the road, the left is in the direction of the city, and the right is in the direction of my hometown. Wang Ming suppressed the longing and expectation of going to the city in his heart, and prepared to take the car to the direction of his hometown on the right, he always felt that something was calling him over there, or for the many dreams, the ancient temple hidden in the depths of memory.

Wang Ming turned on his mobile phone and called a Didi, and the order was taken by a middle-aged aunt, who chattered with Wang Ming after getting in the car showing off her husband and her children...... Wang Ming automatically filtered these, looked out the window greedily, breathed the slightly polluted air, felt the changes around him, and quietly enjoyed this piece of world.

When he arrived at the place, Wang Ming hurriedly paid the fare and fled, and after trotting for a while, he found that he didn't know the road, mainly because some of the original buildings were gone, but the outline of the temple was still faintly visible, just not far away, and he didn't see anyone, so he didn't ask for directions, so Wang Ming had to grope his way forward. Wangshan ran a dead horse, Wang Ming didn't expect to walk for a long time, but he still didn't arrive, he originally wanted to go home, but when he thought of the dream about the temple, that kind of inexplicable calling, he gritted his teeth and continued to walk, anyway, he was quite bored now, and he was a little curious.

Wang Ming walked narrower and narrower, and it turned out that he had walked to the mouth of a small alley, and then Wang Ming found that on one side of the alley was a connected house, and on the other side was the long wall of the temple. Wang Ming didn't have any more impressions of the temple, and today he found out that it was much more than he imagined.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

Human beings always have a trace of fear of the unknown, Wang Ming looked at the deep alley, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and the idea of retreating rose again, but the feeling of calling became stronger and stronger, and Wang Ming unconsciously continued to walk. The sky was overcast and it was raining lightly.

The rain is heavy, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, and I am always alone. Without the sound of prosperity, he walked towards the empty door and broke the scene for a while.

Listen to the sound of the rain and look forward to eternity.

In the past and present life, whether you still have deep feelings and meanings, and follow the red dust for a lifetime.

Gradually, the rain stopped, the sun came out, and Wang Ming also saw the exit. There is a small tree at the exit, which is verdant under the moisture of the rain, it looks more energetic and energetic, and it seems to welcome Wang Ming's arrival, and Wang Ming's mood is much better. Wang Ming quickened his pace, turned a corner and came to the gate of the Yellow Lotus Temple. There is a small pond at the door, some trees are planted around it, the surrounding area is surrounded by fields, and not far away there are several small rural bungalows with several floors. The sky is clear, the sun is out, everything seems so quiet and beautiful, maybe they are the happiest, the quiet of the external environment and the peace of mind blessed by the temple have allowed many generations of them to take root here, multiply, if there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, this is a paradise in the heart.

Heaven and hell are all around us, and sometimes it's just a thought. We like to lie to cover ourselves, and sometimes we lose ourselves in the cover-up, and we can't tell the difference between hell and heaven. One thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha.

How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to get through this life skillfully. This Buddha's shining plateau, three steps and two steps is heaven. But there are so many people who can't walk because their hearts are too heavy.

Wang Ming looked at the entrance of the temple, the vermilion gate that had been renovated many times was closed, although it was not tall and grandiose, but it was solemn and heavy, which made people feel awe.

There is a god in the head three feet, it is not that the time has not come.

Wang Ming knocked on the door, and the voice echoed, as if it had passed through a time tunnel and conveyed to a thousand years ago.

Did you knock on the door of Buddhism thousands of years ago, comfort the red dust, and cut off the karma?

Unconsciously, Wang Ming looked up and saw the heavens full of gods and Buddhas, lotus flowers flying, and the big Buddha Nirvana.

The three golden characters of the plaque "Yellow Lotus Temple" seem to fly up under the sunlight, exuding infinite charm. Wang Ming suddenly thought of the legend, turned around and walked towards the pond, stood on the edge of the pond, and quietly looked at the lake.

The surface of the water became sparkling due to the breeze, and the sun shone on it, refracting the golden light, and the longer Wang Ming stood there, the more intense the light became, and gradually he couldn't see clearly, Wang Ming closed his eyes. Wang Ming bathed in this golden light, felt unprecedented warmth, every cell in his body seemed to be breathing, full of vitality, sleepiness was swept away, the whole person was radiant, and the haze in his heart was also swept away. The clouds obscured the sun, and the light slowly disappeared, and Wang Ming was still standing by the pond.

Wang Ming was afraid for a while that if he was too greedy for this golden light just now and took a step forward, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he would go from heaven to hell. The pond is still the same as it was, and it seems that it has been here for thousands of years, and has never left, but I don't know if anyone else has bathed in this golden light. Wang Ming followed his mother and grandmother many times when he was a child, and nothing like this happened, and it was not similar to that legend, Wang Ming didn't see the golden lotus that he was looking forward to, but if there was a lotus just now, he could feel that he could step on the lotus and ascend to heaven and become a god and a Buddha.

Coming in a hurry, going in a hurry, Wang Ming turned around and continued to knock on the door. After knocking for a long time, there was still silence, it seemed that there was no one, Wang Ming felt a little hairy in his heart, and at the same time dispelled the idea of going over the wall to go in, feeling that if he offended the Buddha and Bodhisattva, maybe other strange things would happen, and he felt that there should be no more friendly experience just now.

Wang Ming stopped knocking on the door, looked back at the pond, and when he came to the pond again, he stood for a while, and found that he didn't have the feeling just now, so he walked in the direction of home.

Yellow Lotus Temple, step by step lotus.

Remarks: According to the "Tongzhi Lu'an Prefecture Chronicles", it is recorded: "Forty miles west of Huanglian Temple, there is a pond in front of the old lotus color, such as gold, hence the name. Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty rebuilt in seven years, and the broken monument contained the name of the Yan year. The poem of the Yellow Lake says: The spring temple follows the mountain, looking for the secluded and lonely rock. Take a heavy walk in the evening, and the sense of victory is slanting. After three years of Kangxi, the monk Xuzhen, Hui Qiao, and the fifty-eight years of the monk Zhenyu rebuilt the Huazhuang. ”