Rebirth of Black Belly and Growing Up

The sound of the Buddhist chants came to a beach and suddenly mixed with the sound of rolling waves. The openness in front of me made me realize that I had arrived at Qianbu Jinsha, the largest beach on Putuo Mountain. The sand here is as colorful as gold, pure and soft, wide and soft, just like

The golden mat sets up mats, and people walk on it, without wetting or sinking. Looking into the distance, the sea water and the fog curtain are parallel, layer by layer, layer by layer, rushing towards the golden sand, and in the thunder tide, there are

The faint Buddhist chants are like a scene of worshiping Guanyin at sea. The ringtone appears again, and I determine the direction and follow quickly.

After leaving Qianbusha, I followed the mountain road for more than half an hour. A strange purple bamboo forest appeared in front of me. What is this? I remember that Putuo Mountain does not have such a vast purple bamboo forest? The purple bamboo forest is also named after it.

Because of this, a purple-brown purple bamboo stone has clear patterns on the stone, and it is like entering a bamboo forest from a distance.

Shuttled into the forest, the sound of the tide of thousands of steps of golden sand had stopped, and the sound of the Buddhist chants that made people calm their minds surround me.

"Ding bell" Another bell rang. In the bamboo sea, I saw a mottled and old Zen temple. I was shocked by the Zen temple I discovered in the bamboo sea. In my impression, I was 88 Zen temple on Putuo Mountain.

I have visited all of them now, when did this place be added?

The Zen temple is not big, it is made of blue bricks. The moss covered with brick walls seems to give this Zen temple another kind of vitality. When will the drizzle stop, but I don’t know?

When you walk out of the forest, you are actually facing the main entrance of this Zen temple. There will be someone coming to worship incense in a bamboo forest on all sides without roads? I can’t help but wonder. I hold up the mottled bluestone plaque with four big words “Ask the Heart Zen Temple” written on it.

Ask your heart, ask your heart. Am I here to ask your heart? The first door of the Zen temple is different from the temples and Zen temples in the past life. There is no pagoda for incense here. There is a pond in the middle of the Zen temple and a towering sky

When the big tree was blowing, the leaves rustled. Even though I saw the leaves falling, no one fell to the ground. They were all swept away by the wind and blew into the distance.

Walking into the main hall, the candlelight inside swayed, the bright yellow Guanyin statue, with a smile on his face and a calm expression. The three thousand hands behind him were in different shapes, as if everything was in her control. Guanyin had always been compassionate

Transformation came from ancient India. In ancient India, Guanyin was a male figure. In ancient Indians, men were kind and women were wise. But when they came to China, it was just the opposite. A kind mother and a strict father were the tradition of China. Therefore, it was given

Another level of understanding of Guanyin's treasure appearance. No matter how beautiful and solemn his reward body is, no matter how infinite changes his incarnation is, they are all gathered by causes and conditions, they are all undesirable and unattainable, and they are all like

Illusion and false appearance. The Great Buddha's Pinnacle of the Shurangama Sutra says: Narcissia appears, that is, the true image of Guanyin Bodhisattva appears, and those who want to see Guanyin should be seen here. Ordinary people say that Guanyin is a woman's image. It is wrong, or

It is also wrong to say that this is a male statue, and even the thirty-two response bodies are all images that Guanyin falsely appears, not true images. The true image is the form of nirvana, that is, the formless image. For all images without reason, everything can be revealed.

Like, Guanyin Bodhisattva, with three thousand hands behind her, each of them was her transformation.

Looking at this solemn statue of Guanyin Master, I forgot my original purpose until another crisp "ding bell" sound.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddhist chants suddenly stopped. A bald monk raised his hand and raided the bell to salute me. His face was thin, with white eyebrows and white beards. Even the linen monk robe on his body was white, but his feet were barefoot.

"Amitabha! I was originally coming to Putuo Mountain to find someone, but I was attracted by the sound of Buddhist chants on the way." I followed his example and returned the gift.

"Haha, it means that I have a fate with the donor today."

I intersected with him, his eyes were dark and gray, and his eyes were very bright. When I contacted my eyes, I felt a secret and obscure corner in my heart melting like spring snow. At this moment, it seemed that there was no secret in my heart.

.I should be scared, but strangely, it seems to be natural to reveal the secrets in my heart in front of him. Why does such a strange thing happen?

With a sigh, the ringing bell in his hand rings again, and he turns around and steps out of the hall, and I quickly follow.

"Master, are you the only one here? Why didn't I find this bamboo forest here before?" Hearing my question, he stopped, but almost ran into it.

"I have been in my life, but I am still so reckless." Turning back my body, the monk touched my head, his expression as if he was my elder.

"We've seen it?" I frowned, but I couldn't remember that there was such a person in my memory. But how can I explain this damn familiarity?

"What do you want to do so much? It's just a matter of overwhelming."

Under the towering tree, there was a stone table and a few chairs. He picked up one and sat down casually. There was a red sandalwood teapot and tea cup on the stone table. There was a stove next to the stone table smoking, and the kettle was placed on the ground.

Seeing that he was sitting and didn't mean to take action, was he asking me to pour tea? Open the rosewood pot, where was there water and tea leaves inside? It was empty.

"Get the water in the pond by yourself, and pick the tea on the trees by yourself." He spoke, pointing to the towering tree and the pond road. It turned out that I was used as a coolie, and I thought it was not angry.

I put down the red sandalwood teapot, lifted the kettle on the ground and passed by. Fortunately, I saw a small bucket by the pond. I put the rope down and immediately picked up the water. Put the kettle on the stove, and he pointed at it again.

Jian Zen Room said, "There is a ladder in that Zen Room." I was so sad that I carried the ladder and went to climb the tree again. I took out a handkerchief and picked up the tender leaves and wrapped them in the handkerchief. I thought that the thousand-year-old trees in the botanical garden were all so thick.

Is this tall? A tea tree may have grown for thousands of years if it grows like this. Seeing the old monk under the tree cooking tea, I secretly opened the backpack behind me and stuffed all the tea leaves in my hand into the backpack.

No matter how much I say this thousand-year-old ancient tea is, I have to take it back for my grandfather Liu Hanrui to taste it.

He took the tea from my hand, and he didn't know where he took out a small exquisite wok and stir-fryed it on the stove with bare hands. The fragrance of the tea spread in his hands, and I swallowed. What is this

The situation? It's just a few leaves. I'm not a tea lover, so I'm seduced by this fragrance. Until the tender buds are fried flat, and the green tea leaves are lying in the small silver-white wok.

The color is like jadeite. I really want to take it over and play with it. Where can I bear to make tea?

In my reluctance, he put the tea into the red sandalwood teapot in an orderly manner. A pot of fragrant and good tea was completed.

"Try the tea you picked with your own hands?" He poured me a cup, and he said with a smile.

I just drink it. I raised my glass and wanted to sip it in a small sip, but when I got to my mouth, the fragrance of tea spreads in my mouth, as if even my soul was stretched out at once. Is this still a cup of tea? When I come to my senses,

The tea cup in my hand has long been empty.

I put down the empty cup, and the old monk was still drinking slowly. Compared to him, I was Zhu Bajie who ate the fruit of life.

"This is a thousand-year-old ancient spiritual tea. According to legend, Guanyin Bodhisattva was attracted by this ancient spiritual tea tree on this island and asked the old dragon that was coming to this island.

"What about you? Is the tree guardian sent by Guanyin Bodhisattva?" I asked with a "puff" and laughed.

Let's brag, I thought to myself, I thought that I originally thought this old monk was so mysterious and powerful, but it turned out that he was just a coquettish old monk. This kind of myth is okay to deceive ordinary children, but me?

And me?

I was suddenly stunned, and who am I? I don’t even know who I am, so how could I know that the old monk in front of me was praising me?

"Why, do you know or don't know the difference between Zhou Gong and Die? Are you still you?" The old monk's words were like a whisper on his head, waking me from my confusion.

Am I or me?

Yes, no matter whether Duke Zhou dreamed of a butterfly in his dream or Duke Zhou, if he could change all the time, I am still the same me? Whether it is the past life or this life, my soul has not changed, and I am still the same me.

Guanyin has three thousand incarnations. Should we recognize which one is her own body? In fact, no matter which one is her own!

A flower, a world, a dream, a life.

"Old monk, who are you?" I asked seriously after putting down the teacup.

"I? Isn't it just an old monk in the purple bamboo forest?" I stared at his eyes and seemed to be trapped in a bottomless vortex. I saw him put down the cup in his hand and ring the bell.

The sound of the Buddhist chants was sung again from his mouth.

The old monk's voice and appearance are getting farther and farther away from me, and my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. Through a hazy white mist, I opened my eyes. Where are there any Putuo Mountain and Purple Bamboo Forest? I'll sleep well

On the floor at home?

I fell asleep on the floor when I came back from Lan Feng last night? I thought incredible. The genius outside the window was just dazzled, and it was raining slowly. I got up and put on my clothes. I thought I seemed to have stolen it in my dream last night.

I picked the old monk's thousand-year-old ancient spirit tea. Even though I knew it was a dream, I still insisted on taking the backpack and opening it, but I threw it away as if I had seen a ghost.

What the hell is this? How could the tea leaves I picked in my dream appear in my backpack? Then I thought I could run to the living room like a gust of wind. Grandma was already making breakfast in the kitchen, while Grandpa was sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing reading glasses.

Looking at the newspaper, I ran over and snatched it, and found the date in the newspaper, which said, July 1, 1982. Today is the first day of my summer vacation.

"What's wrong with you kid? When did you grab the newspaper with me?" Liu Hanrui said dissatisfied.

"Grandpa, are you in your hand today's newspaper?" Although my question was abrupt, I still have to ask, why did that tea appear in my backpack? I really didn't go to Putuo Mountain yesterday?

"Nonsense, did you forget the first day of summer vacation today?"

Liu Hanrui snatched the newspaper and continued to read it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)