The first stop "Biyun Temple"
Why is it that the moonlight meditation in the ancient temple needs mountains and rivers, and the fire in the heart is also cold.
Yunling temple
Shu shan Wu sheng fo yuan
-"Yun Lan Temple"
Three generations of trees in Xiangshan Biyun have traveled all over the world and are spiritual.
Swimming in dreams is better than swimming on feet. Sleepwalking is a journey of meditation.
Deciding to take a walk in Biyun Temple and return to nature is the same choice for mind and nature.
When Yunyun arrived at Biyun Temple, the sun had set and tourists were very scarce.
The ancients said, "Pines and cypresses see the world." It is not as quiet as the famous temples in Beijing. In the ancient vigorous Miluo tree, white pine and ginkgo tree, it is even more elegant and quiet, so we have to watch the sunset silently.
I visited Xiangshan ten years ago and passed the Biyun 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 the replacement of royal dynasties, temples have undergone several changes and gained new life. Walking here and enjoying the historical situation, I really have to sigh with emotion:
"Everything has flowed eastward since ancient times, and the big dream of life comes first.
Jiangshan is still Jiangshan, and the king is no longer. "
The most impressive thing about Biyun Temple is the ancient trees in Shuiquanyuan. A circle of stumps showed signs of life. I was very moved to see its name, a spiritual name-three generations of trees.
Everything has hope, such as dreams, dew, electricity and so on.
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 in a stump with a diameter of 1 m, a height of 17 m and a diameter of 50 cm. This tree is over 300 years old. According to legend, this "three-generation tree" was originally a locust tree, which died for hundreds of years, and a cypress tree was revived at the root, which died for hundreds of years and became ginkgo.
In the tree:
One tree is blessed, and three generations live. A famous minister doesn't know the year.
Ask you who is with you day and night, only the mountain spring gurgling.
What a "unique day" it is to be with the sun and the moon and what an "unknown year" it is to be indifferent to the world of mortals. Species that have existed for hundreds of years are not alone. Mountains, rivers and clear springs are eternal companions. How many people in the world can cultivate such a mind?
In the afterglow, you can enjoy tea on the mountainside of the temple and overlook the capital. At the moment, Kyoto is like a mirage in the clouds, a castle on the clouds, and it is as prosperous as a dream.
Wonderful green bamboo is nothing more than prajnaparamita, and dark yellow flowers are nothing more than wonderful truths.
The afterglow of the sunset gradually dissipated. At this time, sitting on the bamboo coffee table, the breeze in the valley gently brushed the tea pavilion. A cup of tea feels like water, like a fairy who travels all over the world. I read the tea classics, listened to the subtle sounds of nature, and listened to the autumn water flowing from my heart. Time froze unconsciously, forgetting the world of mortals and myself. My free heart and harmonious nature melted all the magic, so I persisted.
The sound of silk and bamboo intoxicated your heart. After ten years of searching, who are you busy for?
Half a day in the moonlight, cold water makes tea fragrant slowly.
In the middle of the month, when tea trees are idle, I will sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight. I have gradually realized it for a hundred years.
Make a fruit cup to continue the pomelo flower.
Hehe, where is the tea? It's obviously an emotion. Literati writers are eager for a sum of money, and their poetic hearts often join the WTO. Call heaven and earth big, who writes spring and autumn? A string of laughter hovered in the valley of Biyun Temple. As long as the heart is happy, the world of mortals is full of fairyland.
The second stop "Hongluo Temple"
Everything is impermanent, and life will come to an end. Don't cling to life and death.
Hundred Years Cloud Zhu Lin
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The two friends traveling together drove from Beijing for several hours, and then arrived at Luohong in Huairou. At noon, the mountains here are dense, and it has reached the midsummer season. The chill and humidity in the mountains are still heavy and thick.
There are many giant ants on the steep stone steps. They seemed to catch up with us when we climbed the mountain. The ant's head is black and big. The aura of the ancient temple seems to give ants some spirit. They accompanied us all the way, so we had to wear shoes carefully for fear of hurting these naughty little guys.
Eight difficulties in life: life, old age, illness, death, love and separation, hate and hate, no desire, no desire, let go.
Hongluo Temple, known as "the first ancient temple in the north of Beijing", is a holy place for Buddhists in past dynasties and the birthplace of Beijing Qigong. Founded in 378 AD, it was expanded in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, formerly known as daming temple, also known as Zifu Temple for protecting the country, commonly known as Hongluo Temple. "There is 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, but the fairy is famous. According to legend, there are two big snails in Pearl Spring, which are deep red in color. Whenever the sun goes down, snails spit out flames and emit red light, which can be seen hundreds of miles away. After Luo Hong died, it was buried in a temple, 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 fireworks, but they practice in the pearl spring of the ancient temple and cultivate their minds for thousands of years.
Through the imperial bamboo forest, it must have been hundreds of years ago. The three of us may have practiced in that bamboo forest together, so we picked a three-leaf bamboo together, made a bookmark and put it in the wind.
The stone steps were steep and moving slowly, so I climbed up with my shoes and socks on my back. Hehe, climbing the mountain in socks feels very comfortable. The steep stone steps flattened under my feet. After a while, I climbed very high and took a nap on the stone steps in the mountain bay, waiting for their footsteps. I sang "Hongluo Temple" loudly, reflecting on the past and accepting the new. Looking up to heaven, I wandered for nine days:
God is calm, so it takes 360 days to experience a sniff;
Once in the sky, temperature, hot and cold will not suddenly come;
The sky is very smart. It can accommodate the sun during the day and the moon and stars at night.
It is very cold and hot, growing and gathering day and night, and there is no novel change since ancient times;
The sky is implicit, but it is all-encompassing, but incomplete;
God is silent and says nothing unless he can't make it clear;
The sky is clear, but the color and sound are separated and tireless;
Careful, everything is sparse and not leaking;
God's will has been set, let the wind, rain and lightning change in the chest;
God is flexible, and it is never a foregone conclusion to do everything according to one's ability;
Heaven, nature allows the extreme birth of yin and yang, qi, number, reason and potential without interference.
People fall from the sky. Sitting on the stone steps, I heard the voice of heaven resounding through the valley, loud and sparse, but everywhere.
Everything is for my use, not my own.
The wind is a little cold, and the green silk skirt is a little cold. In the cold coolness of the valley, I picked up a straightforward sentence and touched my heart:
If my heart is tired, no one will believe it
If I want to cry, no one will stop me.
If I want to leave, no one will come to see me off.
If I want to return, no one will lament.
If I am empty, there will be no one to accompany me.
If I am reincarnated, no one will know.
Who am I?
Who am I?
All the women in Hongluo Temple are dead. Who will put on the mask of reincarnation, looking for and giving up each other? Will you understand all the mysteries and doom after the occupation is empty?
Lotus pond is a bosom friend,
Mid-levels are full of poetry.
Look at the sky,
I don't know the Zen year.
Looking back at the thousand stone steps, two beautiful women seem to see two little ants coming leisurely, 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 third stop, Fayuan Temple
The day before I decided to leave Beijing, my girlfriend and I went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
The first time I heard about Fayuan Temple, it was a book written by Li Ao. In my study. I haven't seen it well. Later, because I was an antique.
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 and changed to Chongfu Temple in the Ming Dynasty. In the 11th year of Yongzheng in Qing Dynasty 1735, it was rebuilt and renamed Fayuan Temple.
The world of flowers, the world of grass and the world of heaven.
As soon as I entered the courtyard of the temple, I heard a monk lecturing in the temple. We sat quietly on the stone steps. Fayuan Temple is not as thick and ancient as I thought, but there are many people listening to the scriptures. There are many books on the bamboo mat on the left side of the temple. It was the temple that gave Buddhism. After listening to the scripture, I simply robbed some books about Fayuan Temple at the speed of robbery.
Next, under the big tree, I was delighted to turn over the books about Zen. The books are so heavy and the road is so long that I sit in the lecture chair and give some books to others. So is greed.
The biggest gains here are rare old Buddhist scriptures, such as China Buddhist College and Zen.
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 awakening of life. The reason why it became a classic is to explain the Buddha's understanding of the gobbledygook. After 2500 years, there have been many monks, court officials, poets, sages and businessmen in history, and only the classic spirit and thoughts have been passed down through the ages.