Temple and Buddhism

When the sound of frogs beside my ears is replaced by the rumbling noise, I often feel tired in the world of mortals. Therefore, people will go to some places to seek some spiritual sustenance and comfort, such as temples. For me, every time I go on a business trip, I always go to some temples. I am not unfamiliar with Buddhism, but I go to temples not to seek blessing or escape. When I was studying a long time ago, there was an ancient temple which was almost deserted nearby. At that time, I was weak and crowned. I was far away from my hometown and liked to travel in the wild. I often stayed alone in my spare time. There lived an old monk who was nearly 80 years old in the temple, with white eyebrows and white beard, which was quite immortal. The old monk was very enthusiastic. Every time he saw me passing by, he would wave his hand. And I often felt tired and thirsty, so I went in and talked with him from place to place. After a long time, this temple was as familiar as its backyard. The old monk was not a native. Every time I asked him where he came from, he would say in a Zen machine: “Old na can come anywhere freely. For a long time, I have always been free, relying on the knowledge of several classics and some experiences of life, I also like to hide with his language Machine when speaking. One day I asked him again: where did the monk come from? He answered casually: old na can come anywhere freely. Tathagata in where? At the place of Buddha soil ten trillion yuan away. I couldn’t help laughing. He was shocked and asked me: what are you laughing? I said: laughing at you, you are still not fully enlightened. Then you say, where does old na come from? I said: The Buddha is not in the place of ten trillion Buddha soil, but in the heart of every good man and woman in the three thousand world. If you have good thoughts, you will be the Buddha, that is, the heart is the Buddha. You and I are both Buddhas, so you said you came from Tathāgata, and I said you came from you. After hearing this, the old monk paused, then put his hands together and looked at me with a look of surprise and praise in his eyes. Then he said something that made me want to slip away: it’s a pity that you don’t become a monk. I remember that Temple was a very quiet place with a laughing Maitreya Buddha. There are seats of Buddha which fall wrongly on the cliff around, and they put up their palms and sit on their feet. The eyes seem to be closed and closed. It seems that everything is in control like sleeping or not, and they snap their fingers for thousands of years, there are too many incredible things in the world. In my heart, temples should be a clean Holy Land. That is the natural simplicity and depth, the heaven of the world; It is also the shelter of the painful body, the place where the flowers and trees are covered with green shades of admiration and dreams, and the dew of the soul seeks the leaves of attachment. Today’s temples are different from those before. Most of them are assimilated by secular materials, and there are voices selling incense everywhere. In others’ belief in Buddha, good men and women make profits in their clamor. Personally, I think the ideal Temple is lonely and cold. There is not so much noise in the world, not so many good men and women. The fog in the morning sun and the leaves falling in the dusk are so quiet. In addition to reciting Buddhist scriptures, the wooden fish with sound is the Bell coming late. Only such temples are not easy to see again. This kind of temple should be found in a clean place. Usually, it is a small one, with high clouds, high water, dark clouds and sparse Crows, but it is an excellent place to settle down. If we talk about Buddhism, it is noisy or quiet, and it is all from the heart. There is no sorrow and joy in the world, and there is no life or death. It’s all in my personal feeling. When the feeling also becomes nothingness, it enters the great situation. People living in the world of mortals cannot enter this feeling, which is a kind of detachment from the meaning of life. If you enter, you will reach another state, and the foothold of life will reach another vertex from this vertex. The final farewell is only the complete detachment of body and material, which is contrary to the pursuit of endless desire for expansion. When I go to the temple, I usually don’t buy incense candles or burn incense and kowtow. There are often people confused with Buddhism and superstition. I am always chanting that I would rather believe it than believe it. In fact, Buddhism should be similar to philosophy and completely irrelevant to superstition. The philosophy of Buddhism is vast and vast, and also profound. That is the understanding of the mind which needs to be obtained by perseverance in the empty breeze. On the way to leave the temple, I couldn’t hear the heavy ringing of the bell. As far as I am concerned, it is not just like a good man and a faithful woman, just to make some clear wishes, but to witness Buddhism. I suddenly remembered the conversation with the old monk before. As for the Buddha statue located in every temple, in the eyes of half closed and half open, I am afraid that I will never see the heart Buddha of good men and women in the world, but only some humble people with vested interests in the world.

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