When I was a child, I didn't understand Buddhism, but I thought that Jigong on TV was so powerful that a fan could solve human sufferings. He was like a detective, like Bao Qingtian. His eyes were sharp and he pointed to the truth. He always killed the rich, helped the poor and upheld justice. When I was very young, I saw Benchang You's interpretation of Ji Gong, and I was convinced that there really were such people in the world. We like Jigong. We are only a few years old. My friends and I often sing "Shoes are broken and hats are broken" and parade through the city. I even took down the cattail leaf fan at home, imitating the broken fan of the monk Jigong. We also like to put a hat on our heads with newspapers, shaking our heads and being vivid. Jigong is a lovely fairy in children's hearts. He is not a fairy who stands high above the temple, which makes people solemn. Instead, he is more like a lovely big brother next door, like a comedian, showing the true meaning of life between laughing and cursing.
I stayed at home during the Spring Festival this year, and I started to watch the TV series "Living Buddha Jigong". This time, I felt carefree. After decades, he hasn't changed, but we have changed. When I was a child, I thought he was a just messenger to get rid of violence, but now I seem to understand what karma is and what pulling is. Those bullies will be brought to justice by Jigong.
To my surprise, the Jigong Hall by the West Lake was quiet, but I saw several tour groups coming here and queuing up to pay their respects. Long queues lined up outside the main hall, and people began to be solemn and prepared while they were outside. Among several teams, I saw that two teams were from South Korea. I'm curious to ask the tour guide. The tour guide said that Jigong's reputation has already spread far and wide in South Korea. In the hearts of the Korean people, he is the messenger of justice and the god of justice. This group came specially from South Korea for Jigong. < P > Instead of standing in a long line to bow down, they just stood quietly by the Buddha statue of Jigong, closed their eyes, folded their hands, thanked him, and linked with him. I seem to see his smile like a flower, wrinkles and wrinkles on his face. This is the twists and turns that every one of us must go through, and these may be the staff of life.
I crossed the Jigong Hall and went to the back hillside where Jigong was buried, which I didn't expect. It turned out that Jigong really existed. I don't make a strategy every time I travel. I only book a plane ticket and hotel one or two days before I leave, and determine the places I will go. I won't go to see more. Maybe I will miss some, but following my intuition and some fleeting information, I will wander freely and find the places I should arrive, just like the economic cemetery.
Ji Cemetery is a hemispherical tomb, and I think of the dome of the Observatory. Behind the tomb is a semi-circular relief depicting the story of Jigong, including the legend of the famous Feilai Peak. At that time, there was a family whose daughter was robbed by the rich, and the girl was reluctant, but there was no way. On the day of marriage, a crazy monk suddenly ran out, picked up the girl and disappeared in an instant, and that crazy monk was Jigong.
In front of the semi-circular relief, Jigong was lying in it, or rather, Jigong was lying in the body of that life, for us to see. I stood there quietly, still with my eyes closed. I didn't bow down because of the drizzle, but my heart has bowed down. Thank you for coming, which planted the seeds of eliminating evil and promoting good in my young mind. Thank you for coming, which made me see that the Buddha is not only solemn, but also laughing and cursing. Thank you for coming, which made the suffering people see the dawn of redemption, thank you for coming, and let me see the Buddha.