Staying at the Jiazhou Hotel overnight, the sound of the river outside the window is so loud that it is difficult for people to fall asleep. Walking around The Upper Terrace, the night is so tempting: Emei, with its dark color like a belt, has entered the curtain of the night to rest in peace. The raft on the Dadu River, with a few lights, drifted slowly from the upstream. Moonlight shines gently on the confluence of Minjiang River, Qingyi River and Dadu River through the shrouded thin clouds. Lingyun Mountain in the east, like an old man in hemp fiber, sits by the river and fishes. The sound of the waves is sometimes heavy, sometimes soft, sometimes near, and sometimes far away. The Sanjiang sisters reunited after such a long separation are having a heart-to-heart talk, as if they have endless words and endless stories along the way. In an instant, hand in hand, waving a sparkling long skirt, went east to worship the Buddha. My soul followed them.
Leshan Giant Buddha was seen in a hurry during the daytime amid the noise of people and crowded tourists. Except for lamenting its majesty and magic, it did not carefully study its features. This 71-meter-high Buddha statue is still so intact after thousands of years of vicissitudes. Look at him, with his back to Lingyun Mountain, kind-hearted, with his huge hand on his knee, open-minded, sitting quietly by the river, day and night, watching the moonlight in the sea of clouds and watching the wind and waves in the Three Rivers. Which raft has he never heard of? Which page of wind and rain on the sail has he not seen? The joy and laughter in the world, the bitterness and joy, the call to the number, the chaotic civilization of the world, the trend change, and the war clouds are all hidden in his eyes and hidden in his heart. However, he is still sitting there thinking. Thousands of years have passed, and no one has seen a wrinkle on the corner of his eye. After searching his 121 bun, he can't find a white hair, and every part of his body is so fine and harmonious. I think that no matter which knowledgeable and experienced elder stands in front of him, I am afraid he can only be called a child of life; No matter which young and energetic golden boy is, compared with him, he will feel ashamed. Yes, the life of the giant Buddha is longer than that of heaven and earth, and it will last forever. Besides paying tribute to generations of descendants, singing for poets and taking pictures for those charming people, there should always be something left in people's hearts ...
Here, I can't help but think of the thrilling scene I saw in the Haishi Cave during the day. Haishi Cave, located behind the Giant Buddha, is surrounded by green trees, and the mountain path covered with bamboo and radish is crowded with people. I thought it was a wonderland with many stalactites. When I stepped into the cave door, I saw that the cave, which covers an area of just over 1 square meters, was dome-shaped, the cave walls were wet, water droplets were constantly oozing from the cracks, and brown-green moss grew on the shore stones. Besides, there was no deep feeling. But the cave is shrouded in a strange solemn atmosphere. Sitting cross-legged in the cave, a monk seems to be closing his eyes and realizing it. His hands are holding a almsgiving bowl filled with clear oil. A few rushes are picked out of the bowl. Although a flame is not very bright, it turns the monk dizzy into a golden body. There are people standing around who come to worship, some are lighting incense, and some are carrying oil drums to carefully refuel the monks' saucepans; Old hands folded, pious; Young people also changed the normal state of laughing and indulging, standing silently and watching intently. Xiao Huang, a colleague from Leshan City, gently pushed me and said, "Go up and have a look. What's in that bowl?" I squeezed up and looked at it, and suddenly I was shocked: it was actually a person's eye! The wick is just placed in the pupil of the eye, and the lights are always bright, which is equivalent to the brilliance of the eye. The surrounding atmosphere does not allow me to ask questions, but I can only wonder in my heart, why do you want to put your eyes in the bowl? Why use your eyes to light this ever-burning lamp? Things in the world are so strange!
After coming out of the hole, Xiao Huang solved the mystery for me. It turns out that this eminent monk was the Haitong monk who initiated the construction of this giant Buddha, and this eye is the sacrifice made by Haitong Mage for the construction of this giant Buddha. Without Haitong, there would be no such Buddha; Without the price of this eyeball, evil influence, the demon fog that stopped in front of the Buddha's body, could not be scattered. "You don't see it is an eye, it is the touchstone of good and evil, the devil's mirror! Our people here have encountered rough life and career hardships, and their hearts are uneven. As soon as we stand here, we will have a look and think about it, and our hearts will be clear. Cowardly people will become brave, discouraged people will cheer up, and those who are crooked and have bad intentions will feel irritable and uncomfortable when they look at this majestic eye. Do you believe it or not? " How can I understand that an eye can have such great power? Xiao Huang saw that I was meditating and didn't answer, and mysteriously told me, "Do you believe it or not? Some of us here believe in Buddhism, and some of us don't. When we come here, we always have to look at the giant Buddha. No one is in charge of the cave, but the incense is constantly burning in the four seasons, and the Buddha lamp is always bright all year round. Strangely, the sesame oil in the earthenware bowl is always full. Even if the mountain is closed by heavy snow and the road is blocked by water, or on a stormy night, someone will come to add oil. The person in front left, and the successor climbed up the mountain again. No one gave order to anyone, and you said it was strange! " After listening to Xiao Huang's words, I feel that this eye is so fantastic and unpredictable. It is more thrilling than the stories of giving my life to feed tigers in Buddhism. Of course, I want to get to the bottom of it and ask the truth.
an eye leads to a tragic life story of Haitong. Haitong, originally from Guizhou, was poor and became a monk. The difficult practice career gave birth to his grand ambition. When he was in his twenties, he traveled north, scarred by wind and frost all the way, and a shabby cassock wrapped up several cold and hot summers, and finally came to the beautiful history (Leshan was called history in ancient times). But I saw a disaster at first sight. The flood is all over the sky, and the Qingyi, Minjiang and Dadu rivers are like three dragons, green, white and black, which have broken free from the chains in heaven, tumbling and fighting here, stirring up the heavens and the earth, making people panic. At first glance, Lingyun Mountain looks like an iron gate, blocking the water in the south, causing the three dragons to go on the rampage. Rows of mountain waves are desperately trying to break down the mountain gate, and the eddies like tigers and leopards are desperately trying to sink the mountain into the bottom of the river. A civilian boat floating only from the Minjiang River is pushed to the front of this gate of hell by the bad waves. The boatman shouted the desolate song, struggling hard, trying to escape this instant disaster. Haitong, who was standing on the cliff, was worried. He put his hands together and recited the Diamond Sutra with great compassion, calling the Buddha to turn over all beings. "Boom-Peng-"A loud thunder fell in front of Haitong. When he opened his eyes, a boat was like a bird throwing stones, hitting a jagged rock, and its mast was broken and flying for a long time. Suddenly, there was a tragic cry for help from the drowning boatman on the river. Haitong hurried down the mountain and chased him along the river, but where could he find a figure except a few pieces of floating wood chips? Tears filled Haitong's skirt, and an unspeakable pain locked his mind and body. He looked at Lingyun Mountain again and again, and thought and thought about the raging river. He fell to his knees with a plop toward Emei Mountain in the west, and swore by heaven: "On the Buddha's throne, disciple Haitong wants to split this mountain wall to build an icon. With the help of the Buddha's prestige, we can calm the wind and tide, and help all beings. We have a long-cherished wish not to lend money or go to Emei. May the Buddha love his disciples sincerely! " Since then, Haitong has set up Mao Lingyun Mountain, cultivated the Haishi Cave, and set out to build a giant Buddha. It's no easy task for a lonely and miserable monk to accomplish such a great cause! Not to mention how vast and costly the project is, let's just say that tens of millions of craftsmen gathered in Lingyun Mountain, set up camp, and transported thousands of ships. In modern times, the most advanced computers have to calculate carefully for a few days. What a Haitong monk, he dares to do what people dare not do, dare to think what people dare not think, and suffer what people can't bear. He has provoked this heavy burden.
Buddhism is solemn and has a long history of teachings, but I think that Buddhist temples have always occupied Lingshan resort, sculpted clay statues, painted golden bodies, won the world's good men and women, and the incense is flourishing. Buddhism is also a state of mind, "accumulating good deeds" and "spreading all sentient beings". I don't know that the world is big, the gap between the rich and the poor is wide, and there are demons in the world, some crying, some worrying, and some hanging themselves. How many of them can cross the sea of suffering and reach the paradise? There are some Buddhists in the world who are patriotic, some who are righteous and upright, and some who are evil and overbearing. More is away from the world, neither paying attention to litigation, nor seeking redress for the people. It's just for you to be ascetic and cultivate yourself in the morning bell, the evening drum, the dim light and the fireworks, and feel dizzy, but Tao Tao is, seeking a self-liberation. Although the doctrine is clear, how many people do something practical to benefit the people? In contrast, monk Haitong tried to teach by himself and followed his faith to practice hard. He can be regarded as the first sincere Buddhist in the world. In order to eradicate the flood, Bu is good at the world. He impressed people's hearts with his teachings and mobilized thousands of troops. Qi Xin has made extraordinary achievements, and he is the first-class courageous, intelligent and far-sighted monk in the world.
the giant Buddha was dug in the early years of kaiyuan in Xuanzong of Tang dynasty. Many people think it is a fable to build a complete Buddha statue on a cliff of more than 7 meters. As soon as the axe was chiseled, all kinds of words reached Haitong's ear, and well-intentioned comforters, malicious slanders, mockers and patrons all came unexpectedly. Haitong is the welcome of the good, the top of the evil, not soft ears, sincere and determined. The county officials in the history heard that Haitong had accumulated money to build a Buddha, with hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and they were salivating, so they suddenly felt bad thoughts and led troops to blackmail. Haitong complained to the county officials on the principle of doing good deeds by Buddhism and eradicating the floods in Sanjiang. I didn't know that the county officials had a horizontal face and put the charge of "destroying the geomantic omen in Sanjiang and using Buddhism to enrich themselves" on Haitong. Haitong suppressed his anger and replied coldly, "I can gouge out my eyes for you, but I can't swallow the money to build a giant Buddha!" "
When the county magistrate looked at Haitong, who was plain and haggard, he had no choice but to say, "How dare you! Buddhism says what it says, so the mage might as well try it! " Haitong was forced to have no way out, so he calmly walked into the clean room, gouged out his eyes by himself, put them in a tray and held them in front of the county officials. Rock-breaking! The powerful county collectors in Weah were shocked at the sight of bloody eyes and Haitong, who stood motionless. The frightened eyes suddenly fell into countless needles, and the pain was unbearable. He mumbled, "I ... I made a slip of the tongue ..."
Haitong Mage, who lost his eyes, could no longer see the giant Buddha under construction, but the Buddha's light in his heart shone all over Lingyun Mountain. The mountains are quiet, the waves are flat, the boats of ancient history gather, the craftsmen of the world are not called, and the sparks that cut stones make the Sanjiang River in the thoroughfare shine brightly. I wonder if the Buddha's heart touched people or the human heart touched the Buddha?
Because of the numerous projects, Haitong Mage, who was exhausted, could not afford to get sick, and the disciples were worried. Masons held his sick body and wept bitterly, and thousands of hearts were tied to this unfinished giant Buddha. Haitong also knows clearly that he won't last that day, but he firmly believes that the latecomers will surely accomplish this great cause. His spirit touched Wei Gao, our envoy to give up, and continued to organize migrant workers to dig after Haitong's death, which was not completed until the 19th year of Zhenyuan in Tang Dezong. After 9 winters and summers.
gouged out a pair of eyes and lit up a world; A flesh and blood fell and a monument of faith stood. We should thank the unknown sculptor for finding the most beautiful focus of light, shaping the image of Haitong and touching the hearts of thousands of ordinary people. People always have beliefs and pursuits, but no matter what kind of teachings they believe in, they must do something practical for the people. Standing in front of the statue of Haitong Mage, I asked myself: Do we, the * * * proletarian believers, have the courage to "look at our own eyes and hold the plate" when we meet those monsters and fogs that stand in the way of our career?
The tide is rising in the Three Rivers, and it's coming from far and near, and it's changing from light to heavy in waves. It seems that the giant Buddha under the moon is still thinking solemnly ...