A monk is a monk, and the old monk did not dislike Su Xiangliu for asking such a non-nutritious topic, but still said patiently: "Debate is one of the most impressive characteristics of Tibetan Buddhism. But because of the language barrier www.biquge.info outsiders often don't know what the monks are talking about. We have seen many debates in Changlie Temple, usually one or two people sitting on their knees, and then one or more people standing, wrapping their cloaks around their waists, holding prayer beads and clapping their palms to ask questions, although we don't know what they are debating, but we can feel their excitement in the process of debate. Every action of the debate has a symbolic meaning. Raising the left hand represents raising the right view, and striking the right palm downwards represents subduing the wrong view. There is also a saying that the left hand is patted downward, which means closing the door of the three evil realms; The right hand is raised upwards to represent the connection of beings in hell to the Pure Land. The sound of second-hand strikes has three meanings: first, a slap does not make a sound, and all the laws in the world are the products of the harmony of all fate; Second, applause represents impermanence, everything is fleeting; 3. The crisp sound awakens the compassion and wisdom in our hearts and drives away our evil thoughts. ”

Su Xiangliu suddenly realized, if this was a live broadcast, he must brush a wave of 666 for the old monk in front of him. The old monk sat on the steps basking in the sun and asked Su Xiangliu: "Traveling?" Han? Su Xiangliu nodded, the old monk smiled and said I am too, Su Xiangliu suddenly realized that no wonder the old monk took such good care of him, seeing Su Xiangliu alone, the old monk proposed to take Su Xiangliu to visit the temple, it just so happened that Su Xiangliu was not familiar with life, and it was rare to meet such a person as the old monk, so he nodded and agreed.

There are still a large number of buildings on the hill above this temple, and the old monk took us to an old building, with a lock hanging on the door, and a small note on the door: "Please refrain from visiting." The old monk took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the door and took us in, the light was dim, the door was the stairs, go upstairs, turn the corridor, the big monk motioned to Su Xiangliu to wait, he opened the door and entered a room, took a bunch of keys out again, and took us around the corridor, another door, re-unlocked and entered, and then stairs, and then up, there was another door, unlocked, and stairs again...... I don't know how many doors I entered, how many floors I went up, and the further up I went, the narrower the stairs became. This made Su Xiangliu feel apprehensive in his heart, fortunately this was in the temple, otherwise he would have thought that he had been abducted.

Standing here, you can clearly see downstairs, Su Xiangliu heard a burst of singing, and when he looked closely, he found that it was the sound of Tibetan singing coming from the hall that was being renovated. One person led the singing, and everyone spoke softly, and the tone was calm and melodious. The main hall is empty, like a heavenly harmony. Hug and I sat down gently on the threshold and asked him for a cigarette to light on, as the sun set over the distant mountains was slowly sinking from the top of the mountain, casting the last touch of gold on the roof of the temple. Quiet and peaceful.

It is the craftsmen who paint the murals who sing at this dusk. Seven or eight people are scattered high and low on the scaffolding. There are nearly 100 kinds of pigments on the shelf behind him, which is extremely gorgeous. The line drawings of the murals on the walls have been completed, and the craftsmen are coloring, and the colors are saturated and brilliant. Little by little, the magnificence of the mural is flowing out of their hands, and the beautiful singing is like this. The Bodhisattvas in the hall are solemn, and this song makes this solemn Buddha hall become close to people, in addition to worshipping, you can also sit and talk, and have the joy of the world. Before the debate began, the crowd sat in a circle, with one person in the middle taking the lead in reciting the scriptures. Three times in a row. The atmosphere is serious and unsmiling. A small monk passed by, and he was scolded and left in a panic. After reciting the sutra three times, the people spread out on the dam, each of them formed pairs, one debated and one refuted, the one who argued sat cross-legged on the ground, and the one who argued put the monk's robe around his waist, which was a kind of etiquette, because it was disrespectful to the person who stood and sat down, so the clothes were lowered on the waist. There was a man who forgot and ate a stick from the old monk. The movements of the debate are very exaggerated, sometimes stomping, sometimes high-five, sometimes passionate, sometimes witty, hearty. After a round of debate, swap places, and come again. There were also those who were particularly good, and three or four people argued with one at the same time. Laughing and scolding, with rich expressions. There were a few older monks sitting on the dam in the back, and they did not participate. Occasionally, there will be unclear arguments to ask for advice.

The old monk looked at Su Xiangliu and said kindly: "This is the place where the monks live, and they are generally not allowed to come in, you are lucky, don't touch these things casually, take a look, it will help you" Su Xiangliu looked around and found that this place was very simple, a butter lamp, a few tables and stools, and the quilt was also made of cotton, as for the cabinet, it was even more old, and it looked very old.

The old monk took Su Xiangliu to see some statues of eminent monks, and when he saw these statues, Su Xiangliu thought of something and asked, "Isn't Cangyang Gyatso inside?" The old monk was stunned, and the smile on his face was a little more, compared to before, this smile looked much more real: "I like him very much, Cangyang Gyatso, he is an eternal Buddha here with me" The old monk pointed to his heart, Su Xiangliu laughed a few times, it seems that the old monk is also a person with a story, Cangyang Gyatso is a very famous monk, especially his love story, even Su Xiangliu These young people know.

The old monk and Su Xiangliu were chatting about Cangyang Gyatso, and suddenly the old monk asked, "Then do you know the four great love stories of Buddhism?" This made Su Xiangliu ask, hasn't Buddhism always cut off love, how can there be four major love stories? Su Xiangliu asked the doubts in his heart, and thanks to the old monk's eloquence, he told Su Xiangliu these four stories bluntly.

Who buried you in your previous life

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who made an appointment with his fiancée to get married on a certain day, month, and year. On that day, the fiancée married someone else.

The scholar was hit by this and could not afford to fall ill. At this time, a monk passing by Fang took out a mirror from his bosom and asked the scholar to look at it. The scholar saw the vast sea, and a murdered woman was lying naked on the beach. Passing by a person, he took a look, shook his head, and left. Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's corpse, and left. One more person passed by, went over, dug a pit, and carefully buried the body.

The monk explained that the corpse of the woman on the beach was your fiancée's past life. You are the second person to pass by and have given him a piece of clothing. She fell in love with you in this life, just to repay you.

But in the end, she has to repay the person for the rest of her life, the last person to bury her, and that person is his current husband. The scholar realized and recovered.

Pearls and sesame grass

Legend has it that on the eaves of the Lingyin Temple, there is a spider who does not know how to weave a web for thousands of years, and one day, the Buddha said to the spider: "What is the most precious thing in life?" The spider said, "I didn't get it." The Buddha said, "Think again," and then left. After another thousand years, the Buddha came and asked the spider again, "What is the most precious thing in life?" The spider said, "I didn't get it." "One day, a gust of wind blew a drop of dew on the spider's web, and the spider saw that the dew was crystal clear, and liked it very much, and the spider looked at it every day, and felt that these days were the happiest. But suddenly one day, a gust of wind blew the dew away, and the spider was not only sad for a while. The Buddha asked the spider again, "What is the most precious thing about life?" The spider said, "It is not gained and it has been lost!" The Buddha said, "Even if you still think that you have not gained and have lost, then you should go to the world." So, the spider was reincarnated into a family of eunuchs and became a rich lady, and her parents named her Zhu'er. In a flash, after 16 years, Zhu'er has grown into a graceful girl. This year, the emperor held a celebration banquet for the champion of Jinke Manna in the back garden, manna in the banquet, composed poems and lyrics, showed their talents, and the girls present were all fascinated by the manna, among which there was also the emperor's youngest princess, Princess Changfeng, but Zhu'er was not shocked, because she knew that this was God's arrangement, and the manna was destined to be hers.

After a few days, Zhu'er accompanied her mother to the temple to incense, and happened to meet Ganlu and accompanied her mother to incense, and the mothers of the two soon talked about it, Zhu'er and Ganlu also walked to the corridor to chat, during the conversation, Zhu'er didn't feel Ganlu's love for herself at all, not only asked, have you forgotten the spider in Lingyin Temple 16 years ago? Ganlu looked at Zhu'er in surprise and said, "You are beautiful, cute, and very likable, but you can't imagine too much, right?" After speaking, he took his mother and left, and Zhu'er couldn't understand why God arranged this marriage, but he didn't remember himself. After a few days, the emperor gave the pearl a marriage to the prince of Zhicao, Zhu'er was really going to despair, the tea and rice did not think, the body was getting weaker and weaker, lost the desire for life, and was about to return to the heavens, after the prince of Zhicao heard about it, he ran to Zhu'er's bed and said: "That day in the back garden, I fell in love with you at first sight, I begged my father and the emperor bitterly, and only then did I get the marriage, if you die, I can't live" After speaking, he was about to draw his sword and commit suicide, at this time, the Buddha appeared again, and the Buddha said to the out-of-body pearl: "That day, you met the dewdrops, Have you ever wondered what brought the dew to you, it was the wind, the dew was just an episode in your life, and in the end it was carried away by the wind, and the nectar finally belonged to Princess Changfeng. And the sesame grass is the grass that grew in front of the Lingyin Temple three thousand years ago, it has looked at you for three thousand years, and has admired you for three thousand years, but you have never looked down at it, spider, I ask you again: "What is the most precious thing in life?" Zhu'er seemed to realize in an instant: "The most precious thing in life is not what is not gained and lost, but the happiness that is being grasped." After hearing this, the Buddha disappeared, and the soul of Zhu'er out of her body also returned to her body, and when she opened her eyes and saw the prince of Zhicao who was about to kill herself, she hurriedly knocked off the short sword and hugged Zhicao tightly.

(To be continued.) )