The first stop is "Biyun Temple". You don't need mountains and rivers to meditate in the moonlight of the ancient temple, just put out the fire in your heart and it will be cold.
Biyunling temple
Three lives in one tree, realizing Buddha's fate.
-"Yun Lan Temple"
Three generations of trees in Xiangshan Blue Cloud have traveled all over the world and are spiritual.
Swimming in a dream is not as good as swimming in your feet. Sleepwalking is Zen.
Decided to go to Biyun Temple for a walk and return to nature is the same choice.
When Yunyou arrived at Biyun Temple, the sun had set and tourists were very scarce.
The ancients said, "Pines and cypresses read all the world." It's quiet here, unlike those famous temples in Beijing. Against the backdrop of the ancient vigorous Miluo tree, white pine tree and ginkgo tree, it is even more elegant and quiet, so I have to watch the sunset silently.
Ten years ago, I traveled to Xiangshan and passed Qingyun Temple at the foot of Xiangshan.
Biyun Temple is the most exquisite ancient temple in Xishan Scenic Area. Over the past 600 years, with the changes of history and royal dynasties, temples have been reborn through the changes of ruins. Walking here and recalling the historical situation, I really have to sigh with emotion:
"Since ancient times, everything has flowed from east to west. Who has a big dream in life?
Jiangshan is still Jiangshan, and the king is no longer the same. "
The most impressive thing about Biyun Temple is the ancient trees in Shuiquanyuan. The stump in the circle is full of traces of life. I was moved when I saw its name, a spiritual name-three generations of trees.
Everything has a way, like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity, so look at it this way.
On the stump on the ground, the first and second generations died, and the third generation of ginkgo biloba was born in the middle of the tree. The remains of dead cypress around Ginkgo biloba can be clearly distinguished, and the creator is really mysterious, revealing a mysterious message.
Look carefully, it grows on a stump with a diameter of 1 m, a height of 17 m and a diameter of 50 cm. It is said that this "third generation tree" turned out to be a locust tree. After hundreds of years, it dried up, and a cypress tree was resurrected at its root. After hundreds of years, it dried up and became ginkgo.
A cluster on the tree:
One tree has three lives, and well-known princes don't know the year.
Ask you who will accompany you in the morning and evening. There are only gurgling springs on the mountainside.
What a "unique day", with the sun and the moon, and an "unknown year" that does not care about the world. For hundreds of years, the existence of species has not been lonely. A clear spring in a mountain stream is an eternal companion. How many people in the world can cultivate such a mind?
In the afterglow of the sunset glow, sipping tea halfway up the mountain in the temple overlooking the capital, Kyoto at this moment is like a mirage in the clouds, a castle in the clouds, and bustling like a dream.
The wonderful truth is that bamboo is nothing more than prajnaparamita, and the gloomy yellow flowers are all wonderful truths.
The afterglow of the sunset gradually dissipated. At this time, sitting on the bamboo coffee table, the breeze in the valley gently blows the tea pavilion, and a cup of green tea is like water. It seems like a fairy wandering in the world, reading tea classics, listening to the subtle voices of nature, listening to the sound of autumn water flowing from the depths of the soul. Time has solidified unconsciously, forgetting the world of mortals and forgetting myself. Free heart, harmonious nature, melted all the psychedelic feelings, so I persisted.
The sound of silk and bamboo intoxicated your heart. Who have you been working for for ten years?
The breeze and the bright moon are half of the world, and the cold water is slowly fragrant.
On the moon, tea trees are idle, which took hundreds of years to realize.
Make a suitable fruit cup to continue the front-edge pomelo greenhouse.
Hehe, this is not a cup of tea, but a clear drink of the mood. Literati writers often enter the WTO with a pen. The world in the pot is big, who writes the Spring and Autumn Period? A string of laughter hovered in the valley of Biyun Temple. As long as you are happy in the world of mortals, everywhere is a fairyland.
The second stop, "Hongluo Temple", everything is impermanent, life must be destroyed, and life and death are not persistent.
Centennial floating clouds bamboo forest
Luohong Ancient Temple is enlightened.
-"Hongluo Temple"
This is a special day, my birthday. For people wandering in Beijing, the meaning of celebrating a birthday is nothing more than missing their mother more. Therefore, as a ritual Buddha, Hongluo Temple also has its own destiny.
Two friends traveling together drove several hours from Beijing to Huairou Luohong. At noon, the Shan Ye here has a strong atmosphere, and it has reached the midsummer season, and the cold humidity in the mountains is still very heavy and thick.
There are many giant ants on the steep stone steps. When we climbed the mountain, they seemed to catch up with us. The ant's head is black and big. The aura of the ancient temple seems to give ants some spirituality. They accompanied us all the way, so we had to wear shoes carefully for fear of hurting these naughty little guys.
Life is eight bitterness: life, old age, illness, death, love and separation, resentment and hate, longing, can't let go.
Hongluo Temple, known as "the first ancient temple in northern Beijing", is a holy place for Buddhists in past dynasties and the birthplace of Jinghua Qigong. Founded in 378 AD, it was expanded in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, formerly known as daming temple, and also known as Fugu Temple to protect the capital, commonly known as Hongluo Temple. "Putuo in the south and Luohong in the north". Hongluo Temple in history was a Buddhist shrine in the Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is said that there are many eminent monks and extraordinary Buddhism.
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. According to legend, there are two big snails in Pearl Spring, which are deep red in color. Every time the sun sets, the snail spits out a flame, and the red light shines and can be seen hundreds of miles away. The red snail was buried in the temple after its death, so two pagodas were built to commemorate it. Hongluo Temple got its name from this.
Red snail, a beautiful name, is like two mountain immortals in red in artistic conception. They don't eat human fireworks, and they have practiced their mind for thousands of years in the pearl spring of the ancient temple.
Passing by the Imperial Bamboo Forest, I think the three of us may have practiced in that bamboo forest hundreds of years ago, so we picked a bamboo with three leaves together, made a bookmark and put it in the wind.
The stone steps were steep and their movements were slow, so I climbed up alone, carrying shoes and wearing socks. Hehe, climbing the mountain in socks feels very comfortable. The steep stone steps flattened under my feet. After a while, I climbed high. I took a short rest on the stone steps of the mountain bay, waiting for their footsteps. I sang "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" loudly and I was fascinated by the sky.
God is calm, so it takes 360 days to experience a hiss;
There are many times in heaven, warm summer, cold and heat will not suddenly come;
God is very clever, he can tolerate the sunshine during the day, the moon and stars at night;
Heaven is very common, cold, hot, day and night, growing and collecting, with no novel changes since ancient times;
The sky is implicit, all-inclusive but incomplete;
God is silent, and he doesn't say a word without anything unclear;
The sky is fine, but the colors and tones are meticulous and tireless;
God is fine, and everything is sparse and not leaking;
God is calm, let the wind, rain, thunder and lightning change in his chest;
God is flexible, and everything is only quantitative, and it is never a foregone conclusion;
God is natural, allowing yin and yang to be born without interference?
Man was born in heaven. Sitting on the stone steps, I heard the voice of heaven resounding through the valley, loud and sparse, everywhere.
Everything is for my use, not for my use.
The mountain breeze began to feel a little cold, and the green silk skirt had some coolness. In the bitter coolness of the valley, I picked up a straightforward sentence that touched my heart:
If I am tired, no one will believe me.
If I want to cry, no one will stop me.
If I leave, no one will come to see me off.
If I want to return, no one will lament.
If I am empty, no one will follow me.
If I am reincarnated, no one will know.
Who am I?
Who am I?
All the girls in Hongluo Temple are dead. Who will wear the mask of reincarnation to find and give up each other? Will you understand all the mysteries and doom after your career is exhausted?
Lianchi is a bosom friend,
Poetry is more important than mountains.
The red snail looks at the sky,
I don't know the Zen year.
Two beautiful women look back at the thousand stone steps, as if they saw two small ants coming slowly, one wearing glasses and the other wearing a doctor's hat. Hehe, we are two little ants who have been practicing in Hongluo Temple for thousands of years.
The day before Fayuan Temple decided to leave Beijing, my girlfriend and I went to Fayuan Temple.
The first time I heard of Fayuan Temple, it was the book written by Li Ao, which was put in the study and I didn't read it well. Later, because I was curious about the situation of China Buddhist College, I often visited Fayuan Temple on the Internet, which was a coincidence.
Maybe every time we do something, we have arranged it, just the length of time.
It is said that Fayuan Temple is the oldest existing giant temple in Beijing, located on the east side of the southern end of Jiaozi Hutong outside Xuanwu Gate, covering an area of about 6,700 square meters. Founded in the early Tang Dynasty, it was originally named Minzhong Temple, changed to Chongfu Temple in the Ming Dynasty, and renamed Fayuan Temple after renovation in the 11th year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty (1735).
A world in a flower and a heaven in a grass.
As soon as I walked into the courtyard of the temple
I heard a monk lecturing in the temple, and the two of us sat quietly on the stone steps. Fayuan Temple is not as thick as I thought, even a little old, but there are many people listening to the scriptures. There are many books on the bamboo mat on the left side of the temple, and the temple is giving Buddhism. After listening to the scripture, I simply grabbed some books about Zen at the speed of robbery.
Next, I read books about Zen happily under the big tree. The books are so heavy and the road is so long. I sat in the lecture chair and listened to the classics. I gave some books to others. Greed also.
The biggest gain here is to win some rare old Buddhist scriptures, such as Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra and believing in Buddhism.
Books everywhere need silver, and only Buddhist scriptures dilute the color of silver a lot and give it away for free; Reading is a luxury. Reading Buddhist scriptures is the consciousness of life. It became a classic because the Buddha realized the heavenly book. After 2500 years, how many monks, court officials, poets, businessmen and celebrities have passed in history, and only the classic spirit and thoughts last forever.