The statue of King Jizo Bodhisattva in this temple is different from what I have seen before, not wearing a crown of five Buddhas, holding a gold tin in one hand and a Tomani orb in the other, sitting on a lotus flower, but not wearing a Buddha crown, wearing monk's robes, standing on a lotus.

When I looked up, it was as if the Jizo King Bodhisattva was also looking down at me with compassion.

The more this happened, the more uncontrollable my tears became, I don't know why I was so sad, maybe it was because of grievances, I just wanted to live my life safely and smoothly, but I encountered so many things that ordinary people should not experience.

I don't know how long it was, but my eyes hurt a little before I got up from the futon.

There was an incense bucket on the huge altar in front of the statue of the Bodhisattva, and I took out three sticks of incense from it, lit it, raised it above my head, and bowed three times and inserted it into the incense burner.

Later, I learned that pilgrims are basically not allowed to incense in the main hall, the main reason is that most of the wooden structures in the main hall are hairy, and it is easy to cause water.

The curling green smoke rose and the unique smell of incense spread, and I felt a sense of relief for no reason, as if I had been pressed under the mountain, but now the mountain had been removed.

I closed my eyes and experienced this amazing feeling, which I had never felt before, and it was so mesmerizing.

Gradually, I entered an ethereal state, and I could hear the wind chimes swaying in the breeze above the cornices, and I could also hear the chanting of the meditation room in the distance......

I seem to be one with the temple where I am, the green bricks are me, and I can feel the itching of the moss and grass growing on my body; The carved beams and painted pillars are me, and I can feel the tranquility of sandalwood in my heart; The breeze is me, and I can feel the joy of my own wind chimes; The incense burns me, and I can feel the open-mindedness of my body burning to ashes and my spirit permeating the air......

I am me, I am not me, everything is me, everything is not me, I wander in this wonderful feeling, farther and farther away.

"Knock ......" my spirit returned to my body because of the sound of drums, thinking about my state just now, I can't help but be afraid for a while, if it weren't for the sound of the drums, would my consciousness still be able to return to my body?

The sandalwood I had planted in the incense burner had burned out, and the light around me had dimmed, but I didn't expect it to be dusk, and my stop was an afternoon.

"Donor, you're still there." There was a familiar voice behind me, and when I looked back, it was the monk who had let me in.

"Master." I folded my palms together and bowed to him.

The monk replied, "The donor has come from afar, I'm afraid it will be difficult to return at this time, and the temple has already closed, so it is better to stay in the guest room for one night and leave tomorrow." ”

It's a great proposal, but I'm a little embarrassed, if nothing else, I don't have money!

The monk soon noticed my dilemma, "Is it inconvenient for the donor?" ”

I gritted my teeth and told the truth, "Master, I am shy in my pocket......"

The monk smiled when he heard this, "Does the donor have any misunderstanding about the monastery?" Rooms are free for pilgrims. ”

I was taken aback, it turned out to be like this.

The monk sighed, "I also blame those monks who have fallen into fame and fortune, so that the world has a misunderstanding of Buddhism. ”

I felt in my heart, the monk in front of me is so sincere, the opening is the truth, if every monk is like him, how can people gradually turn away from Buddhism?

The monk bolted the door of the main hall with a wooden square, and led me to a row of locked bungalows, and he took out a bunch of keys, opened one of them, and let me in.

When I looked, the rooms were very simply furnished, with only a bed, a table, a chair, and an old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall.

"Donor, someone will bring you food later, the toilet is at the back of the room, but donor try not to walk around the courtyard at night."

Before I could ask him why he couldn't move around, he was already gone.

I closed the door and lay down when I saw that the bedding was clean, and I didn't sit down for a day, when I felt deeply tired.

After only a short lay down I fell asleep and had a dream.

In my dream, I knelt in the Jizo Temple, and the breeze that had haunted me for a long time stood beside me, waving the ghost head knife in his hand and slashing at me, and the Mani bead in the hand of the Jizo King Bodhisattva suddenly released a golden light at this time, and the golden light enveloped me, and the ghost-headed broadsword was blocked by the golden light before it hit me.

Only then did I find that Xiao Bai and Huang Tianlin were standing outside the door, the same image as I had seen before, anxiously trying to rush in, but they couldn't cross the threshold of the main hall, although the door was open, there was a huge golden swastika blocking them.

Qingfeng saw that the ghost's big knife could not cut me out of anger, and he suddenly took out a token out of thin air, the token was red, and there was a begging word on it.

He used the red token to hit me, and he actually passed through the golden Buddha light, and the token hit my body and made me feel unbearable pain, but I couldn't move.

I woke up in pain, this dream was surprisingly real, and I could still feel the pain in my body after waking up.

Sitting up from the bed, I had the heart to ask the monk what was going on, thinking that he could give me an answer, but I didn't know where he lived, and it was rude to bother at this time, so I had to suppress my impulse and prepare to ask again tomorrow.

I don't know when the meal was delivered, but it was packed in a disposable lunch box, white rice with shredded potatoes, and it was very simple.

I then remembered that I hadn't eaten for a day, and I was hungry and devoured, and I found a trash can with a garbage bag under the table, so I threw the clean lunch box and disposable chopsticks into it.

There were several drawers on the table, and I wondered if there was anything in them, so I opened them and saw that there were three drawers, the left and right were empty, and only in the center was a scripture book.

The scriptures are the modern phonetic version, probably as thick as the three books of the Jizo Sutra I read before, and it is the first Lengyan Sutra of the Great Buddha.

I looked at the scroll in my hand, unable to resist the urge to read it, and because I didn't know where to clean my hands, I confessed in my heart and laid the book flat on the table and spread it out.

"That's what I smelled. For a time the Buddha was in the raft city. Only Huan Jingshe. with the great bhikshu congregation. 1,250 people. All of them are great arhats without leakage......"

I read it quietly, and gradually I got into the groove.

Unlike the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra, I didn't have the urge to cry when I read the Sutra on the top of the Buddha, although I read it in a small voice, but the sound was amplified in my mind, getting louder and louder, like a bell ringing and drumming.

With the sound in my head, my body began to tremble slightly, the vague pain left by the dream was long gone, every bone joint of my bones was chirping happily, and an inexplicable air flow through my body, bringing me a warm and comfortable feeling, supporting me to continue reading.

Later, I learned that the Lengyan Sutra can open up wisdom, and all disciples who are truly practicing must recite the Lengyan Sutra, which is beneficial to themselves and to the spiritual beings who are destined for them.

I was getting better and better, I was reading faster and faster, the bone rhythm in my body was moving faster, and the air flow changed from a trickle to a vast ocean, crisscrossing and closing in my body.

My body was getting hotter and hotter, almost like a furnace, but I didn't feel any discomfort, on the contrary, I felt comfortable, as if my whole body was about to fly.

When I finished reading the entire Sutra of the Buddha, I felt as if I had become a little sun, and in fact it was, because there was a golden light emanating from me, illuminating the entire room.

I was stunned, this was not the first time I had a vision when I read the Bible, but I was still amazed, the last time it happened was when I read the Jizo Sutra in my freshman year.

People say that the Buddhist scriptures are extraordinary, and I finally found that this statement is true, if it is a lie, what is happening to me now?

I walked out of the guest room and found that there were many inhuman beings kneeling in the open space in front of the door, Huang Tianlin, Xiaobai, and even the breeze was impressively listed.

They knelt there, facing in the direction of my room, their eyes full of longing.

I was blessed with the blessing of my soul, knowing that they did not worship me, but the scriptures, and then I remembered that I had forgotten to dedicate myself.

I sat down cross-legged, "May with this merit, ** Buddha Pure Land, report the fourfold grace, and help the three paths of suffering, if there is anyone who has seen or heard, develop bodhicitta and do this to repay oneself, and live in the land of bliss together!" ”

With the recitation of the dedication, the golden light on my body was so great that it actually shone in front of me like day.

Huang Tianlin and Xiaobai's faces were full of joy, the breeze looked at me with complicated eyes, and the others were all grateful, they got up and bowed to me with their hands together, and disappeared.

The golden light also disappeared, and I got up and stood at the door of the guest room, and I couldn't help but be in a trance, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I was still sitting at the table, holding the scroll in both hands, and the scroll had reached the last page.

I hadn't left this table, so what was it just now, hallucination?

I put away the scripture and looked at the time on my phone, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and it took me more than five hours to finish reading the scripture.

Although my body felt very comfortable, my spirit was very tired, and I originally planned to fall asleep, but people had three urgencies.

When I opened the door of the guest room, it was dark in the temple, and I used my mobile phone as a light source and walked on the bluestone road.

The night wind floated the leaves of the plane trees, making a rattling sound, as if there were footsteps hidden in them, but there was no way to discern the direction.

I looked around and found nothing, so I guess it was a monk from the monastery.

Although I had a strange dream before, I don't believe that there are really demons and monsters who dare to be presumptuous in the temple.

Just as I was about to turn the corner, I heard a faint voice on the other side, as if someone was talking.