Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the cold wind in the land of Qianyuan gradually subsided, the slightest spring wandering and fluttering, refreshing people's hearts, full of kindness.

It's been half a month since the New Year, but the joy on the land of Kyushu has not yet dissipated with the cold wind.

Whether it is to respect the Buddha or to look up to the Tao, on the fifteenth day of the first month, there are countless pilgrims and believers in the world who are hundreds of miles away from home to light an incense candle for the lamp in their hearts, and light three or five incense sticks.

Linzhou.

At the foot of Xishan, people's heads are like torrential rain spraying, and like river waves, surging from all directions, rushing to this glittering Buddha holy land.

Since the White Horse Sutra entered the customs, Buddhism flourished, there are widely good people among the people, most of the officials and ordinary people are on the fifteenth day of the first month to light the lamp for the Buddha, the pious people are to go to the temple in person, light the incense candles, add incense to the Buddha, and petition for themselves.

Longyan Temple, as the most prosperous Buddhist place in Kyushu in the Qianyuan Dynasty, is even more so.

The people around are okay, the near dark departure, can catch the Buddha door morning bell ringing, and then kowtow devoutly, if it is far away but suffering, three or five days in advance is not uncommon, even since the celebration of the New Year to prepare the itinerary, the celebration of the idle days after the full of thoughts, just to be full of thoughts.

Today, the crowd at the foot of Xishan is endless, rubbing shoulders has become the norm of this holy land of Shimen, everyone looks at the towering Longyan Buddha top, and silently recited a few words of pious Buddha in their hearts.

In the flow of people, foreign monks dressed in yellow robes shuttled among them, surging with the flow of people, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry when the flow of people was sparse, and not slow in the crowd of people, wandering in the crowd very leisurely.

The foreign monk was weak in the year of the crown, the body was slender, the eyebrows had flame moires, the face was resolute, the eyes were slightly closed, and the muscles and flesh under the broad and broad clothes were swollen, although the pace was slow, but the gas was extremely martial.

The young monk walked with the crowd for half an hour, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a pair of brown eyes looked at the top of the Xishan Buddha shrouded in clouds and mist, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, looking at the crowd around him left and right, the light yellow robe was slightly tightened, and the monk's slender figure was secretly raised a few points.

All these changes are faintly chirping in the crowd, and no one pays attention to them.

The young monk's figure leaned forward slightly, his fingers on the shoulders of a person in front of him, and his fingertips were soft, like the wind in twilight spring, and he gently pushed the man two inches away, and he couldn't see how to move, so he crossed the narrow gap and took a big step forward, and no one around knew it.

The young monks crossed several people one after another, spanning more than ten zhang from their original positions, but their eyes were still crowded and crowded.

The exotic monk smiled bitterly, his qi slowly dissipated, and the pale yellow monk's heel behind the flow of people, walking slowly.

Longyan Temple.

Today is Shangyuan, many monks in Longyan Temple woke up early, monks, compassion is the basis for convenience, now Shangyuan Lantern Festival how many pilgrims are for the children at home, how many people are for the colorful future, how many people are for peace of mind not far from thousands of miles to the coast of the East China Sea.

The monks will not refute the wishes of the donor, no matter why they came today, Longyan Temple should be a friend of the five lakes and the four seas, and the temple door is wide open.

Since the early morning, the Longyan Temple of the Qianyuan Buddha Gate is not the slightest quiet, after the morning bell, the gate of the temple will be opened to the five lakes and the four seas, welcoming the guests of the Liuhe and Eight Wilderness.

On the coast of the East China Sea, the waves are not endless, and the sea breeze feels a little biting at the turn of spring and winter.

Outside the listening hall, although there is no vitality, there is also some bleak winter tree vigorous fun.

In Longyan Temple, all the monks are waiting for the abbot of Hui Cong to go out of Zen, since the uncle Hui Neng held the green dragon Zen staff down the mountain, the abbot has never been out of Zen, all day long shallow in the quiet room, do not go out and do not swim, do not look at the sea and do not ask about things.

For thousands of years in Longyan Temple, the morning bell and dusk drum have never stopped, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, one hundred and eight times the bell ringing will be like this one hundred and eight troubles, dissipate in the air, dissipate the coast of the East China Sea with the sea breeze, dissipate on this cloud top, fly with the sea of clouds.

Different from the morning bell and dusk drum of the world's liberation gate, since Longyan Temple was embraced by the people of Qianyuan, there will be more than 36 bells on the day of Shangyuan, in order to respect the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth and the people who are all over the mountains and fields just to see the golden body of the Buddha.

In the land of Buddhism, the golden sun rises from the east, rings the bell first and then beats the drum, and the golden sun falls to the west pole, which is the first drum and then the bell.

The sound of bells and drums lies in the three phases of heaven, earth and man.

In the morning and evening, "Ringing the Bell" should be coordinated with the bell to knock one sentence at a time, and the whole line should be recited three times, a total of one hundred and eight times. One hundred and eight, representing the many ignorant troubles and habits of all beings in the world, the purpose of striking the bell is to remind practitioners to use the bell and pestle of hard work to break the greed and ignorance of their own bodies, and at the same time, with a deep heart of compassion, let this calm and melodious bell sound the power of the bell penetrate the heavens and go down to the earth, so that the boundless beings who hear the bell can get peace of mind and enlighten the light of self-nature.

It is the words of the edict of the Qing Dynasty, "The big bell, the beginning of the jungle order." The dawn strike breaks the long night of vigilant sleep, and the twilight strike feels faint and ignorant. ”

In the classics, it is said: "Hong Zhong's long voice is full of people, and the sound is immeasurable in all directions." ”

Longyan Temple is adhering to the law of heaven and earth, the morning bell and dusk drum never stop, the brass bell that is nearly ten zhang wide on the top of the Buddha in Xishan roars, and the thick Sanskrit sound surging down from the top of the mountain.

Twelve times back and forth, shaking people's hearts, tens of thousands of pilgrims up and down the mountain are especially pulled.

"Knock ......"

Before and after a hundred years, Longyan Temple lectured on the great sage of Master Kucheng after the death, Longyan Temple dry word generation monks are completely withered, Master Kucheng immersed in Buddhism all his life, the disciples of the Buddha are profound and high, Master Kucheng accepted nine disciples in his life, in addition to the Hui Jie, Huitian two monks who have passed away, the third disciple Hui Cong inherited the abbot position, the four disciples only went out of the mountain twice in their lives, both times all because of the light city and out, holding the green dragon Zen staff, the name is Hui Neng, the King Kong in the mouth of the world is undefeated Zhang Dingyi is the youngest disciple of Master Kucheng.

Since the master of Kucheng, Longyan Temple will be Hui, Xuan, De, Nian, Ming for the word of the monk, this Xuanzi generation is also not lacking in surprise and beauty, the abbot of the Xuanci Temple of the Sword Tomb Temple is split out from the Xuanzi monks, but the most outstanding monk of this Xuanzi generation is the monk Xuanming.

Xuan Ming, since he was a child, he went to Xishan, followed the Huijie Zen master to practice for 20 years, and then visited the world Buddhism for ten years, preaching the scriptures, there is no enemy in the world, the prestige in the Longyan Temple is very high, there is a wind of words in the rivers and lakes, after the abbot of Huicong passed away, only Xuan Ming, can hold up the banner of Buddhism.

Xishan Buddha top meditation room.

There is a middle-aged monk sitting on the ground facing a wide quiet room, the hardwood Buddha beads in his hands are shiny, rubbing between his fingers, the middle-aged monk has a clear face, less than five feet tall, big ears and shoulders, eyes closed and lips slightly closed.

"Knock ......"

The Hong bell on the top of the Buddha rang again, the middle-aged monk's fingertips stopped, his eyes raised slightly, his short figure slowly stood up, he didn't have time to brush off the dust on his body, and he folded his hands in the direction of the Hong Zhong, and recited Amitabha Buddha in a deep voice.

"Knock ......"

"Knock ......"

......

The bell rang several times in succession, the dwarf monk did not move, still silently reciting the Buddha's name, and the young novice holding a big bamboo broom in his hand was unstable, and bursts of sand and soil diffused out, enveloping the dwarf monk in it.

The young novice was stunned for a moment, wrapped the bamboo broom between his arms, folded his hands and apologized, "Uncle Xuanming." ”

The short monk who chanted the Buddha's name heard the sound, raised his eyes slightly, and said gently, "It's okay. ”

Bang dang.

Before the two of them could finish speaking, the door of the quiet room suddenly opened and closed, and a refined breath dispersed all the dust in the sky. ”

An old monk walked slowly out of the meditation room.

"Knock ......"

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk stepped on a bell every step, and after three steps in a row, the old monk walked in front of Xuan Ming, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and muttered:

"Have you ever returned?"

"Uncle Huineng has not returned to the temple since he came down the mountain. Xuan Ming's back was slightly higher, and he said respectfully.

"Which mad monk?" asked the old abbot Hui Cong again.

"Master Jirong has not yet come to the temple. ”

"Oh?" the old abbot Hui Cong groaned slightly, and said with a dumb smile, "In this world, that mad monk actually doesn't care so much. ”

Abbot Hui Cong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "On the day I close my meditation, can the dynasty have a letter to convey?"

The monk Xuanming, who is known as the head of the Xuanzi generation of Longyan Temple, shook his head slightly, "Since the departure of Master Hongyuan of Kuzen Mountain, there has been no letter to the temple. ”

The abbot of HC bowed slightly, not knowing whether it was praise or how, and said to himself: "Playing big chess, you really need the patience of a good student." ”

At the foot of Hee Mountain.

"Knock ......"

When the last bell rang, the original turbulent crowd was stagnant, and the footsteps of tens of thousands of believers on the street slowed down, some people were in a narrow position next to them, and they put their hands together and bowed their heads to chant, and some people had a wider boundary next to them, so they could kneel on the ground and bow in the direction of the sacred fire in their hearts to bow a few pious prostrations.

Now this scene, the head pillar incense in the halls of Longyan Temple is not there, although the head pillar incense in the temple is not there, but the awe in the heart has never stopped, these few kowtows are the fire of faith in the hearts of everyone is burning vigorously.

At the foot of Xishan, the scene of tens of thousands of people chanting the Buddha's name at the same time was extremely shocking, and at this moment, whether it was a Buddha admirer or an unrelated person, the heart was shaken.

An exotic monk dressed in a pale yellow vestment was among them, looking at the direction of the bell, the young monk smiled slightly, swept his wrist, and a gust of wind rushed out, and the weather was all affected by the monks.

The majestic spiritual power at the foot of this Xishan Mountain rose with the young monk's hand command dance, and slowly merged into the eyebrows of the foreign monk.

The spiritual power qi machine was flipped several times, and was absorbed by the young monk to the center of the eyebrows, the fire pattern between the monk's forehead was as bright as a star, when the qi machine was majestic, the monk's figure swept straight up and went straight to the mountain gate of Longyan Temple, the fire pattern was instantly covered all over the body from the center of the eyebrows, the young monk was like a Buddha bathing in the fire, and the sound was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounding through the world:

"The little monk Kuzen Mountain Sanji, on the order of the master Shengran, came to visit Longyan. ”