In my sleep, I found myself in a cloud-shrouded Western Heaven Elysium.

Ten Thousand Buddhas stood in front of the Buddha's mountain gate, listening to him promote the reincarnation of the Three Realms and the cultivation of all sentient beings.

The sound of the Yellow Bell of the Satsuma Bodhi reverberates between the heavens and the earth, and those enlightened immortals are freely shuttling between the past, present, and future time and space.

The mountains and seas are wide, the sky is wide, and I have never seen such a vast world.

Just when I was indulging in this fairy mansion and not thinking of returning, a kind monk with his ears and shoulders and a childish face walked towards me.

"Donor, why are you here?" He asked curiously, bending down.

"Master, it's amazing here! I want to stay and be your disciple, take me! "I bowed down to the monks.

"Donor, you have too much love in the red dust, go back quickly! We'll see you again if we have the fate! After finishing speaking, the dust in the monk's hand waved, and I suddenly felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, cold to the bone.

As I was dying, I woke up and found that it had been a dream.

The full moon outside the tent illuminated the heavens and the earth as if it were day, and the night in the north was so cold that I had been awakened by the cold.

At this time, behind the cliff where the grotto was located outside, there was a strange sound.

Sometimes it's like a murmuring stream, sometimes it's like a surging river, sometimes it's like a sound from the ground, sometimes it's like the sound of thunder from the firmament.

These sounds were very pleasant, very different from the kind of ghostly weeping that I had heard a month earlier in the deserted city of the Han Dynasty in the Huanglong Shahai.

"Qin Chong! Qin Chong! Wake up! Listen to what it sounds like? It can't be the bodhisattvas in the grotto who get together to do it, right? ”

I quickly woke up Qin Chong, who was sleeping on the side, and asked mysteriously.

"Young master, where is this?"

Qin Chong rolled over and asked drowsily.

"Mogao Grottoes on Shazhou!"

"Where's the crescent moon spring?" Qin Chong sat up.

"Mingsha Mountain! Oh, got it! It's the sound of flowing sand! I shouted merrily.

"Young master, you have to get up early tomorrow, go to bed quickly!" Qin Chong pouted in his mouth, and as soon as he turned over, he fell asleep again.

The grotesque dream just now and the constant sound on Mingsha Mountain made me completely excited, and I couldn't sleep anymore.

Sleeping there with his eyes like this, he thought of Kuzhina from Yamika, from Qingfengze's homeland to the magical sandbar of Dunhuang County, until dawn.

My grotto is carved out of a maroon cliff and connected to the outside world by a ladder.

From the bottom of the cliff, the entrance to the cave seems to be small.

Under the guidance of the painter Bai Xuan, we climbed the ladder to the grotto in turn, only to find that this was another strange scene, very similar to my dream last night.

Eight seated Buddhas face the cave entrance according to the situation, lifelike and different forms.

Manjushri Bodhisattva with a five-bun on his head and a green lotus in his hand; riding a white elephant and facing like a full moon; Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva; Vajrapani Bodhisattva Mahasattva; Bodhisattva in the Void; Sorrowful Vajra; the smiling Maitreya Buddha; A bodhisattva who removes all the obstacles of the world's afflictions.

These eight bodhisattvas in Mahayana Buddhism also represent the eight virtues advocated by Buddhism: loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, love, faith, righteousness, harmony, and peace.

It seems that these craftsmen invited by my grandfather are also folk masters who are well versed in Buddhism.

All the things that donors like Grandpa and their devotees have pursued all their lives are expressed through these images of sitting Buddhas.

Pray for promotion and wealth, you can come here to worship the Buddha. Praying for a safe and safe journey on the way to the merchants, and making wishes in front of these bodhisattvas.

Lost lambs, whose eyes are overshadowed by earthly troubles, can find solace in the presence of these compassionate Buddhas.

Those evil people who have done all the bad things and have a troubled conscience can also come here to ask the Buddha for forgiveness.

The top and four walls of the grotto are full of colorful and meteorological murals, which should be the masterpiece of the Bai Xuan painter next to him.

These paintings mainly depict the places and things that the donor has passed through and done in his or her life.

Those purple grape berries may refer to the five-colored sea vineyards we passed by on the way.

The Hudi flying immortals who bounce the pipa and sing and dance are those singers in our Qingfengze Inn and Loulan Ancient City.

The camel caravan in the desert and the old man on the camelback must be my family's caravan and the donor of this grotto, my grandfather.

Qin Chong and I couldn't help but step forward to identify it carefully, not to mention that it was really similar to grandpa.

There are also cities and rivers, birds in the sky, animals on the earth, fruits and vegetables from the Western Regions, and grains and mulberry hemp from Middle Earth.

Everything in the world has become a miniature setting on these murals.

"Brother Bai Xuan, your craftsmanship is amazing! All kinds of people and things can enter your paintings! ”

Looking at the painting in front of me, I was sincerely amazed.

"Thank you for the praise of the young master, my father was a painter in the Great Jin Palace, and I learned my skills from him."

Bai Xuan's painter smiled humbly, this humble gentleman who is rare in the world, and the ink and color powder all over his body can't hide the noble aura on his body.

Although Grandpa, Uncle Su and others were all people in the rivers and lakes who did not understand literature and ink, they were also impressed by Bai Xuan's techniques.

In particular, when they admired the old man who resembled his grandfather in the painting, they could still find the exact same details on the old man in the painting as his grandfather.

Every character, every species, every city appeared on the way to trade, everyone would also talk for a while, and it was confirmed from Bai Xuan.

"The son of the Bai family, I'm going to worship the Buddha here, please go down and remove the ladder, and someone will help you up at night."

After the grandfather solemnly and reverently walked around the grotto several times, he gave a slight salute to Bai Xuan, who was in charge of explaining the explanation.

"Then the junior will go first, hehe." Bai Xuan smiled and bowed deeply, and walked out of the cave and followed the wooden ladder back to the bottom of the cliff.

As soon as the tea was done, there was the sound of the cloud ladder moving at the entrance of the cave, and the cloud ladder had been removed by Bai Xuan.

Qin Chong and I couldn't help but glance at each other silently, and throughout the next day, it seemed that it was difficult for us to fly.

"It's getting late, let's get started!"

Grandpa lit sandalwood candles on the table in front of the throne of the Buddhas, and Qin Chong and I also laid out the offerings such as naan and berries that we brought one by one.

Grandpa and Uncle Su had already laid the carpet, and Grandpa stepped forward and bowed at the feet of the Buddhas.

Then he returned to the carpet and sat down cross-legged and shoulder-hanging, and the sacred and solemn Bigu Rite began.

We also followed the example of our grandfather, and after kowtowing and bowing, we sat next to my grandfather with our eyes closed in front of the Buddha statue and prayed silently.

The art of Bigu originated in the early Qin Dynasty, and there were clouds in Zhuangzi's leisurely travel: the mountain of the despised Gu shot, and there were gods and men living in Yan. The skin is like ice and snow, and it is like a virgin, it does not eat grains, sucks wind and drinks dew, rides the clouds, and flies the dragon, and swims ..... the four seas. This is the highest level of Bigu.

We ordinary people cannot reach this state of God-man, but we need to at least reach the state of concentration to show our sincerity.

I finally understood that the meditation technique that Master Huang called me in Qingfengze back then was actually this kind of valley clearing technique.

Let go of vulgar thoughts, forget things and me, calm your mind, float in the clouds, and wander outside the world.

This is the two cross mottos that Master Huang gave me, and after cultivating step by step, it is no longer difficult to enter the realm of concentration.

But none of the four of them, except for me, had practiced meditation.

I really don't know how they persevered in their meditation during the period before sunset.

Sure enough, soon after he sat down, my grandfather began to snore loudly. Uncle Su on the side pushed him a few times before waking up his grandfather.

Qin Chong's eyes were slightly closed, and he could barely hear the sound of his breath.

Could it be that such a stubborn kid would have such a wise root?

During the days of the painful march in the scorching desert, I taught him the two proverbs of meditation, did this guy fully comprehend it?

Grandpa always sat there with his shoulders flat and steady as a rock, and his devotion was evident to the sun and the moon.

And my curiosity about Buddhism is greater than my piety, and I can't stand it if I just sit upright, and all kinds of vulgar thoughts will soon come to me like a sea of mountains.

So I had to adjust my breath and use my meditation technique.

Slowly the heavens and the earth are sinking, and everything enters the chaotic state when the world is opened, there is no self and nothing, everything is empty, this is great freedom.

I felt like a wild goose flying under the blue sky, crossed the Huanglong Sand Sea, and came to the shore of the big lake with a clear breeze.

I saw my little sister Gu Landuo who was practicing, my grandmother Mrs. Khotan who was greeting the guests, and Lan Guoer.

Fly, fly, fly! I don't know if I'm in my seat or asleep, and I don't remember everything around me.

But the inner subconscious seems to be chasing something, a kind of grinding sound, the sound of a ladder and a cliff colliding.

So when the sound sounded again, I suddenly woke up from the realm of deep meditation.

The ladder had been re-erected, and Bai Xuan's painter and a few men were laughing and walking into the cave.

The sun had already set in the west, and the inside of the grotto had become dark. The orange-red glow passed through the hole, leaving a few dappled shadows on the ground.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! Wake up! The time has come! Looking at the slightly crooked body of my grandfather next to me, my heart was full of guilt, and I quickly shook him awake and helped him up.

And Grandpa and Uncle Su, I don't know when they started, have already leaned on each other and fell asleep.

Only Qin Chong still maintains his original appearance, and it seems that this kid has indeed obtained my meditation true transmission.

As the Buddha says: sincerity leads to spirituality.

In the final analysis, the Buddha is just a form, and what kind of realm it can achieve depends on its own creation and cultivation, and I believe that the Buddha will not be surprised.