All the way meandering, keep tossing and turning, stay in the depths of the bamboo forest, faintly hear the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures, look up to see the bamboo sea, revealing the eaves flow pavilion.

That's the Temple of Dust.

Chenguang Temple has a long history, and it has been hundreds of years since the temple was built.

Inside and outside Chang'an City, there are quite a few temples, large and small, at least dozens.

But the most famous of them is the Dust Light Temple.

Whether it is the Daxu royal family, or the dignitaries and nobles, sincerely burning incense, praying for blessings and worshipping the Buddha, they will choose the Chenguang Temple.

Continuing to go deeper, in less than a stick of incense, several buildings stand in front of you, tall and magnificent, solemn, but the interior decoration is extremely simple.

There is no resplendent of gold, no gold inlaid with jade, and no commercial atmosphere.

The sun is rising, and the pilgrims are already in an endless stream, and they are constantly rushing along the steps to the Chenguang Temple, and before they get closer, they see the cigarettes rising up.

Exhale and breathe, in addition to the faint fragrance of sandalwood, there is also the fragrance of bamboo and willow in the mountains.

Soon, the guards drove all the pilgrims away, and in the huge Chenguang Temple, in addition to the monks in the temple, only Xu Yichan and Ye Qiange were left.

The rest of the pilgrims were all gathered outside the Dusty Light Temple,

"Your Majesty, you can begin." Abbot Xuanhui muttered.

Xu Yichan bowed her head lightly and stepped into the temple.

Ye Qiange followed, and came to the main hall of the temple by a path, also known as the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the front yard of the main hall, there is a large tripod, which is several times larger than the incense burner seen on weekdays.

At this time, several huge sandalwood sticks were erected in the ding. Each one is half a zhang long, the incense head is flickering and dimming, and the cigarette smoke is swirling, circling and lingering, rendering the Chenguang Temple more and more peaceful and quiet.

Stepping into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the entrance is a large Buddha statue.

It is the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, which is a sitting Buddha, with a kind eye to all beings, which is two or three feet high.

In front of the Buddha statue, there is an incense altar, which has long been filled with incense, and is full of smoke, filling the entire hall.

Everyone didn't think about it, and under the auspices of the abbot Xuanhui, they began to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

There are not many monks in the temple, only dozens of people, all of them are silent, and they have a pure appearance, even in the face of Xu Yichan, they do not show any different colors.

The Buddha worship has already been arranged.

As Xu Yichan bowed her head slightly, Abbot Xuanhui shouted, Amitabha, and dozens of monks responded and sat on the futon.

"Please!"

In Russia, Xu Yichan took the lead in taking a seat, the Queen Mother, Jiang Rou and Xiao Tiantian followed suit one by one, and Ye Qiange sat down next to Xu Yichan.

"Boom!"

The abbot of Xuanhui knocked on the wooden fish, and the monks opposite him chanted the scriptures in unison.

The scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, with strange rhythms and tones, Ye Qiange is in a fog, and he can't understand every word at all.

However, this does not hinder the chanting of sutras and the Buddha, which plays a role in subtle ways.

He only felt that his mind was slowly calming down, becoming as still as half as water, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were like peeling off a cocoon, dissipating rapidly and becoming peaceful and waveless.

His breathing, his heartbeat, and even his thoughts seemed to have stopped, and they kept depositing down.

He was groggy, but he felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and what he saw and heard went straight to his heart, as if everything was given different meanings and appearances at this moment.

It's a sublimation.

It is also a baptism.

Ye Qiange secretly exclaimed, he went south and north, like an ancient temple like a dusty temple, but he didn't go less.

I have participated in similar ceremonies in person, but I have never felt and experienced it so strongly.

It seems that in the dark, there is a wonderful power that affects the state of mind and cleanses the soul.

He looked sideways at Xu Yichan.

Xu Yichan's face was also full of serenity, and she was also infected by the atmosphere in the hall, and she was engrossed in perceiving the power in the scriptures, a little less heroic and a little more soft.

Even Xiao Tiantian looked serious, blinking her eyes, looking directly at the monk opposite, pouting, full of interest, although very boring, she still sat quietly, motionless, and even well-behaved.

The wooden fish is tapping, the Buddhist scriptures are recited, the incense is lingering, and the Buddha is on the side.

It's a heart-washing process.

It is also called meditation.

And so it took about half an hour to finish.

The wooden fish stopped, the monk retreated, and the abbot Xuanhui retreated to the statue of the Buddha without hurrying, his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered, and his mouth whispered Sanskrit.

A senior monk was on the side, and several people got up one after another and began to burn incense.

The process is not complicated.

Palms together, bowing, bowing, burning incense......

It is no different from ordinary people, the only difference is that there are senior monks on the side to guide, and there are abbots chanting scriptures on the side, which is a little higher.

It's royal treatment, but it's not extremely special.

After all, this is a Buddhist temple, and some red tape can not be born out of vain, which is specially used for royal worship of the Buddha, which is contrary to the original intention of the Buddha, and it is absolutely undesirable.

As soon as the Daxiong Treasure Hall came to an end, Abbot Xuanhui led the way, walked out of the main hall, and continued to go deeper.

There are not many temples in the Dust Light Temple, but they are very widely distributed, and between each hall, there is a large courtyard separated by it.

In the courtyard, there are pagodas, bamboo willows and apricot trees, verandahs, stone pavilions, and even rockeries and ponds, but they are all extremely quiet and clean.

It's as if it's been wiped every day, and it's spotless.

After a round of tossing, Ye Qiange took Xiao Tiantian by the hand, fell behind the crowd, and looked around.

This is the atmosphere of an ancient temple.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, the secluded place is deep in the meditation room, and the deep room is full of guests, and the dust is wiped from the house.

Every bit of the eye, there is Buddha nature,

What it brings to people is not only the comfort of the soul, but also the relief and impact of concepts.

At least, there are no monks here to engage in promotions, the abbot is shirtless and shouts wildly, the Buddha beads are sold, the Buddha statue is ten yuan a piece, and one hundred yuan is one person who eats and drinks porridge, and experiences the most real temple day trip.

Pilgrims come here with a pious heart, the idea of faith, to pray for blessings, to wish for misfortune, to relieve trouble, to eliminate sorrows, to bow down to the Buddhas.

It is to stay away from the disturbances of the world, to seek peace of mind for a while,

And many temples in later generations did the opposite, fame and fortune covered the eyes of the Buddha, the commercial atmosphere was too strong, and the temple became a tool for collecting money.

Compared with this time, it is even more than several times.

Ye Qiange was calm and felt silently.

He was an atheist, but he was never prejudiced against Buddhism and Taoism, but had some reverence.

It is not reasonable to exist.

However, for thousands of years, the ideas upheld by Buddhism and Taoism, like Confucianism, have long been blended and intertwined with time, with the inheritance of ancestors, and the principles and experiences of living in the world, condensed into the most simple and powerful culture in China.

After a few turns and a long walk, the people stopped in front of a temple.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wang, please." Xuan Hui raised his hand and took the lead in entering the hall.

"Tiantian, come to my mother."

Jiang Rou beckoned, and Xiao Tiantian staggered over.

Xu Yichan's eyes moved, and she glanced at Ye Qiange as if she didn't care, and a touch of shame overflowed from her eyes, instantly spreading to her cheeks, like a red glow swimming across, which was coquettish.

Ye Qiange didn't know why, and when he arrived at the gate of the hall, he looked up and saw a standing Buddha in the hall, and couldn't help but stay in place.