Chapter 532 Yongxin Temple

Yuezhou in the Tang Dynasty, is the Shaoxing City of later generations, directly comprehends the four counties of Ji, Shanyin, Zhuji and Yuyao, Yongxin Temple is located in the south of Yuezhou City 15 miles away, in a narrow valley at the foot of Qinwang Mountain, surrounded by green mountains on three sides, quiet and elegant, pleasant climate, by the mountains and rivers, beautiful forests and springs, it is a quiet and unearthly resort.

The predecessor of Yongxin Temple, is the former residence of the great calligrapher Wang Xianzhi of the Jin Dynasty, legend has it that in a certain night, there are suddenly colorful auspicious clouds here, after the emperor heard about it, he gave the edict to rebuild the old residence of Wang Xianzhi into the cloud mén temple, however, the straight will carry forward the Yongxin Temple, but it is the Zen master of Zhiguo, and the monk Huixin.

Both of them are world-famous calligraphers, and Yun Mén Temple was renamed Yongxin Temple because of them. Naturally, among the two, the most prestigious is of course the world name Yongzen Master Zhiyong monk, he is the seventh grandson of Wang Xizhi, Wang Xizhi's fifth son Wang Huizhi, after the family lineage, itself and hard work, often live in Yongxin Temple, closed mén study for 30 years, famous all over the world.

Not to mention anything else, only a few apprentices of Zhiyong Zen Master, Zhiguo, Zhicai, Yu Shinan, is also the world's Junjie, famous characters through the ages, such as the deceased Zhiguo monk, blue out of the blue is better than the blue, has been praised by Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, monk (Zhiyong) got the right army rou, Zhiguo got the right army bone, as for Yu Shinan, it is a world-famous calligraphy everyone, deeply respected by the world.

Now the presiding monk of Yongxin Temple, although the reputation in calligraphy is not as good as the two brothers, but he studied Buddhism, the realm is profound, after the death of Zhiyong Zen Master, under the election of the monks, take over the position of host, and many monks are like this, usually live in a simple place, concentrate on practice, and pay less attention to mundane things.

Thinking of hearsay information in his mind, Han Rui slowly walked towards Yongxin Temple Mountain, anyway, even if he didn't have himself, the Lan Tingxu in the hands of the talented monk would be deceived sooner or later, and it was this kind of thought, so Han Rui was also very calm, after coming to Yuezhou, he was not in a hurry to help Yu Shinan deliver the letter, and came slowly, ready to fight an outpost.

Carefully look at the beautiful scenery of the valley, only to see the thick shade covering the sun, the environment is very quiet, visitors walk through the pine forest, there is a group of green shade, such as an umbrella such as a cover, the ears are bursting with pine waves, such as yin such as Yong, suddenly feel relaxed and happy, transcendent outside the object, it is indeed a good place to cultivate self-cultivation and refuge, to live in seclusion.

At this time, it is early summer, but as Bai Juyi said in the poem, the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and there are no peach trees near the valley of Yongxin Temple.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

In this poem, the four hundred and eighty temples, said a little less, in the early years, Zhiyong Zen Master was alive, there was a pioneering achievement, wrote more than 800 books of real grass thousand were given to the temples in the east of the passing, from which it can be inferred that the prosperity of the Buddhist temples in the south of the Yangtze River, Yongxin Temple can stand out among so many temples and become a famous temple treasure temple, with nature is not a wonderful scenery.

There are many temples, the competition is fierce, as a jungle temple with beautiful forests and springs, the environment is quiet, if there is no special sè, it is difficult to move the world, let people come here, there are high monks in the temple, just the most basic conditions, after all, which temple does not have a high monk to sit in, I am afraid it is difficult to maintain.

However, Yongxin Temple, which was the former residence of Wang Xian, was born with an advantage, and immediately attracted a group of literati to come to pay respects, and then, the poetry and literary footprints left by these literati and scholars attracted the descendants to come, so the cycle repeatedly, as if snowballing, the more accumulation, the greater the heritage, and the fame naturally penetrated into the hearts of the people, becoming a golden signboard.

cough, that is, the so-called famous temple ancient temple.

Han Rui muttered, feeling that the temple is similar to opening a store, and it is also operated, but the ancient store, because it is a family operation, is like a hereditary system, it is easy to decay, but the temple is elected, more democratic, even if this generation of mediocre hosts are incompetent, resulting in the decline of the reputation of the temple, after all, it is a brand accumulated over the years, and the strength is strong, as long as the next abbot has something to do, it will be immediately revitalized, and the specific example can be completely understood by referring to the operation of the president and CEO of a temple in Songshan.

Of course, Yongxin Temple has no worries about this, the temple is perennial, the incense is prosperous, and the Xiǎo novices who welcome guests often pray to the Buddha at the bottom of the temple, hoping that there will be fewer tourists and pilgrims, so that they will not work so hard.

Obviously, just as some monks care about sesame oil money, the Buddha still cares about incense and ignores the prayers of the novices, and with the advent of summer, the sun is blazing and getting hotter and hotter, and there are more tourists who go up the mountain to enjoy the scenery and escape the heat.

With the servants, Han Rui accompanied the flow of people, slowly crossed the mountain, entered the palace of the Heavenly King, did not stand out from the crowd, took a few pillars of incense, simple worship, donated sesame oil money, and then gave up his place to worship the devout believers.

Walking out of the Tianwang Palace, Han Rui looked left and right, a little dazed, not knowing where to go, after all, the overall building of Yongxin Temple is huge, the mountains and streams, the towers are repeated, the rocks are crossed, the gold is flying, even if it is a game like a horse, I am afraid it will take a day to go to the end.

Moreover, coming to the temple here, with ulterior motives, it is not just for fun, even if it is pretending, it is necessary to make enough posture, at least to see the discerning monk, in order to be reasonable.

"Amitabha, the donor is polite." The monk next to him, seeing Han Rui's extraordinary bearing, well, mainly because of his gorgeous clothes and decorations, inlaid with Xin Peiyu, and the appearance of a noble son, he naturally came up to greet him with knowledge and interest.

"The master is gracious." Han Rui smiled back.

"This benefactor, it should be the first time to come to the temple......" seems to be a guess, but the welcoming monk is very sure, after all, he has been sent for many years, and his eyesight can be called discerning.

Han Rui was a little surprised and admired at the right time, and said with a smile: "The master's eyes are like torches, and it is exactly like this, I have heard the name of Yongxin Temple for a long time, and I specially came to admire." ”

Generally speaking, the noble sons who come here are relatively generous, this is a potential big customer, how can they be lazy, especially after Han Rui expressed his intention to stay overnight, the welcoming monk was full of joy, and hurriedly recruited a clever xiǎo novice to arrange a quiet meditation room for Han Rui, and by the way, he took him to browse the landscape in the temple.

In Yongxin Temple, the most famous ones are naturally Zijing (Wang Xianzhi) Mountain Pavilion, Washing Yan Pond, Iron Mén Limit, Retreat Pen Tomb, Bairu Pavilion, Wuyun Mountain and other places.

Zijing Mountain Pavilion, washing inkstone pond, according to legend, is the place where Wang Xianzhi often comes to write, as for the iron mén limit and the retreat of the pen mound, that is the allusion of the monk Zhiyong.

At that time, the monk Zhiyong followed the example of the ancestors, and practiced the áo pen with one after another, he often threw the bad máo pen into the big urn, and over time, he accumulated several urns, buried them under the tower, and wrote his own inscription to bury it, when it was called the retirement pen mound.

It is because of the unremitting efforts of the monk Zhiyong that calligraphy has become famous all over the world, and there is an endless stream of people seeking authenticity on the mén, so that even the mén limit has been broken, so it has to be reinforced with iron sheets.

How to say, Han Rui is also a literati and scholars, since he came to Yongxin Temple, it is indispensable to pay homage to several celebrity relics, lest someone ask, but he can't answer anything, it is too embarrassing.

Under the leadership of Xiǎo Shami, Han Rui walked through the long wings on both sides of the temple and came to the east courtyard mén where the monk Zhiyong lived for a long time......

"Can you go in and pay homage to the former residence of Master Yongchan?" Han Rui asked, the East Courtyard is the place where the abbot lives, maybe he can meet the monk by chance.

"This ......" Xiǎo Shami hesitated, thought about it, anyway, it was okay to just be an empty meditation room, and smiled at the moment and promised, leading Han Rui in front.

The ancient trees of the East Courtyard are towering to the sky, the branches are luxuriant, the environment is secluded, very quiet, seeing the ancient and ancient buildings, there is a kind of mysterious and mysterious Buddhism Zen coming to the face, giving people an inexplicable and sacred feeling, unconsciously, holding their breath and concentrating, the pace is a little lighter.

After walking a few steps, before coming to a meditation room, Xiǎo Shami pushed it away lightly, Han Rui slowly walked in, looked left and right, the furnishings were very simple, one bed, one case and one sitting Pu, there were a few words hanging on the wall, a big Buddha character in the center, the law was strict, a stroke was not made, the pen was familiar, there was still an ancient meaning in the elegant, and it was extremely beautiful and round.

"This is written by Master Yongchan himself." Han Rui said to himself.

"Exactly." Xiǎo Shami nodded, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Han Rui watched carefully, and suddenly said: "This Xiǎo master, I admire Yong Zen Master very much, and especially admire his authentic calligraphy, I came here today, and I did not hesitate to spend a lot of money, hoping to get a piece of ink treasure......

This kind of request, xiǎo novice seems to have become accustomed to it, and it is not strange to see it, and he said familiarly: "In this matter, the monk Xiǎo cannot make the decision, and the abbot must agree." ”

Just waiting for this sentence, Han Rui pushed the boat down the river and said: "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being under the water, dare to ask Master Xiǎo, where is the abbot of your temple?" Can you help introduce you to the Dharma and ask for teachings? ”

"This ......" xiǎo Shami said hesitantly: "At this time, the abbot is contemplating the Dharma ......"

"Hehe, there's no rush either." Han Rui said with a smile: "Anyway, I have to disturb the temple for a few days, when the abbot master is free, it is not too late to see me again." ”

ǎo Shami breathed a sigh of relief, and also cleverly said: "Donor, you can't stay here for a long time, it's better to go and see the ...... of the retreat pen mound."

Han Rui readily agreed, reluctantly glanced at the calligraphy on the wall, turned around and walked out of the meditation room, under the leadership of the novice, out of the east courtyard, and walked towards the retreat pen mound near Tallinn.

Soon came to the place under the leafy trees, there is a high tomb, bare uplift, without any decorative embellishments, but Han Rui came here, his heart couldn't help but show a little respect, perseverance, the truth of gold and stone, everyone knows, but throughout the ages, there are only a handful of people who can persevere, and Yongzen Master is one of them.

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