White Horse Temple

In the midst of a long and lush forest, the mist gently swirled,

A thousand-year-old ancient temple, hidden between the mountain and Luoshui. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

White Horse Temple, the Zen temple of Jialan, reveals the clear atmosphere of the Buddha country, and the chime sound in the main hall quietly sounds, far-reaching and subtle, beyond the inner soul.

The red is the wall, the green is the tree, the pine and cypress in the courtyard are green, the golden cinnamon is quiet, and the environment is unusually quiet.

The treasure pavilion is exquisite, the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep, the solemnity of the stone carvings on the Qiyun Pagoda, the solemnity in the palace of the heavenly king, the tranquility of the Guanyin Zen Temple, and the unrestrained smile of Maitreya Buddha,

The solemnity and compassion on Shakyamuni's face are all the confirmation of one flower and one world, three contempts and three bodhi, and all Buddhas.

The long history, the melodious years of the bells, whenever the morning sun gradually brightened, the Buddhas began to burn incense and chant sutras, and the bells in Luoyang City also rang, soothing, moving in the still, moving in the still, accompanied by the empty sound all over the body, between the mountains and the clouds, the sound waves of Miao Miao also vibrate.

In the depths of the sea of clouds on the horizon, a five-colored mist rises, swirling between heaven and earth, awakening the glow of the sky.

That sea of glow, brilliant and colorful, colorful, there is a Buddha light faintly appearing in the clouds, at the beginning it is like an ink gathering, gradually layer upon layer, such as relics, colorful, there are flames, there is light, there is quiet, there is up, there is victory, and gradually form the light that shines through.

The majestic palace, the towering pagoda, accompanied by the delicate sound of the Buddha, the flat clouds resounded in the sky, and the lower passage of the underworld shook the netherworld.

The singing of Sanskrit sound, with the ancient Buddha, with the bells, with the towering attic, with the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, complement each other. Listen to the subtlety of the Buddha's voice slowly, like the wind into the pine, like the high sky and clouds, like the sound of flowing water. It is also like the tide of the sea, wave after wave, surging and surging, pleasant to the ear, suddenly in the cool world, so the heart is suddenly enlightened.

The sound of the empty wooden fish sounded, fluttering, a group of wild cranes flew up, the scenery was picturesque, and the mountain was carefree and clean.

The clear rhyme of the bell wafted in the air, flew into the sky, and melted into the Sanskrit sound in the ears, becoming the legend of the white horse.

Buddha name, Buddha sound, Buddha song, make the world more beautiful, people can't help but marvel, what a Zen temple in the world!