Recalling the third Baopu Taoist Temple in Hangzhou

See what you are doing. This is another story about me and the West Lake.

I once went to Lingyin Temple as my original destination. Because I lived in the West Lake Hotel, it was very close, so I was going to walk there in the morning. Early that day, there were not many people in the West Lake in the morning, and there were no cars. The sound of birds was louder than the sound of the wind, and they could hear the birds singing and breathe the fragrance of the earth, which made people feel that this day was worth celebrating.

I'm walking along the edge of the West Lake, with green hills on one side and the lake on the other. At this moment, the lake doesn't seem to wake up. She is very quiet, and the morning sun begins to apply rouge on her cheeks, ready to wait for the tourists to shine when they weave. And the other side of the mountain has woken up, and the tree elves, bird elves and spring elves above have started their morning classes. I am breathing the blue light, sky blue and other misty rain between the mountains and rivers, and I am waiting for you.

Walking along the navigation, my destination is Lingyin Temple, but halfway through, I was attracted by another name: Baopu Daoyuan. Without asking anything, I walked up the steps along the road of Baopu Daoyuan. The gate was bright yellow, which was very special, unlike the bright red tone of many Buddhist temples. Perhaps it was the bright yellow that attracted me at that time.

I went through this bright yellow arch and started to explore the mountain. I entered the mountain, which seems to be another world, just like the Changliu Fairy Mountain in Hua Qiangu. I entered the enchantment and came to the fairyland. Climbing the mountain along the steps, the springs on both sides tinkled happily and talked about something. The ancient trees in the sky are lush and upright. They point to the sky. They don't seem to know each other at some distance when they are on the ground, but in the air they are entangled in branches and leaves. There are all kinds of trees on the mountain, some are tall and some are short. They don't think they are good or bad. They don't judge others. They are so gentle and wanton, such as his life track.

Up the bluestone steps, the stone carvings on the roadside have some historical mottles, telling the story of spiritual practice.

I followed the steps to the door, and the words "Baopu Daoyuan" appeared again. At the door stood an alchemist's furnace, which was not as huge as that of the old gentleman in Taishang. He was thin and tall, reminding me of the woman in the Song Dynasty, and the slender eyebrows slowly came.

I walked slowly into the Taoist temple, and I automatically turned down my breathing. It was too quiet here, and there was no one here. I just opened the door at 8 am, which seemed to be just for me. What you see is the ancestral hall, where the ancestor Ge Hong was enshrined, where he once practiced alchemy. Climbing up slowly, there is the Sanqing Hall, which is dedicated to the Sanqing ancestor of Taoism. Every time I arrive at the Taoist boundary, I always feel kind. Maybe I was a disciple of Taoism at some time.

Going further up, Yuan Jun, the fighting mother, is enshrined in Yuan Chen Temple. She sits still and smiles with many hands. All faces of men, women and children are her, but they are not her. Look at the hand holding the golden drum, the hand holding the sword and the hand holding the wonderful pen. What are you going to tell us? Is it the power of thunder? Is it to kill the demon? Is it a wonderful pen? And she smiled and said nothing.

Yuan Jun, the mother of fighting, is influenced by Tao Qi. The so-called "mother of fighting" means that the stars are born of her, and both the Big Dipper and the Purple Star are born of her, so-called mother of stars; There are many other gods who are also incarnations of her. At this moment, I feel that she is as stable as Mother Earth, and I really feel her deep love by kneeling before the temple.

Further up is the Wuji Hall, which reminds me of the movie Wuji. Taiji gives birth to two instruments, two instruments give birth to four images, four images give birth to gossip, and gossip gives birth to infinity.

At this time, a child's voice interrupted my thoughts. He said, "Mom, look, there is a battalion chief on it!" " I looked up with his chubby little hand, ha! Isn't it? There are three horizontal lines on the left side of the outer wall of Wuji Hall, aren't they captains? I look to the right again, there are six short horizontal lines, ha! It turned out to be dry divination and Kun divination.

The child's migration ability is really lovely and invincible, and the image of the captain is also very interesting. The captain is the leader who covers all directions in the Young Pioneers. It is the strength to show off and the divination is also the sun, which nourishes everything like the sun. In my opinion, Kun gua is more about bearing and tolerance. Gankun is life, mutual dependence and mutual dependence, which is also a manifestation of nature and Taoism.

In the Wuji Temple, there are many paintings hanging on the walls except for the sacred king. Each painting has different contents, but there is an old man with long eyebrows and white beard. He is Lao Zi. These paintings tell 64 stories of Laozi, perhaps corresponding to 64 hexagrams.

When I prostrate myself, the bowl next to me rings, and with every time I prostrate myself, it's very quiet here. No one says "Come, little sister, I'll calculate a divination for you", and no one says "Come, please stick a stick of incense". It's just quiet here, and I feel quiet and pure.

Looking for the sound of bowing bowls, I saw a Taoist priest sitting on the side. This is Kundao, and we are still called Taoist priests. The female Taoist priest's face is thin, tanned, her hair is a little white, and her hair is not much. She is holding a bun on her head and wearing a Hosta, some of which are slightly scattered. I wonder if she has just played a set of Tai Chi? Taoist priest's eyes are unusually bright, shining like crystal. I am often attracted by people with beautiful eyes, or only those with pure minds have clear eyes like this child.

I don't know what pulled me, so I sat down in front of the Taoist priest inexplicably. I looked at her quietly, just looking at each other for about a minute or two, and then somehow, we suddenly smiled at each other.

We started chatting. We are all over all is forgiven. I seldom take the initiative to talk with the Taoist master in the temple Taoist temple. I think what I asked may be some mundane things, which will disturb their meditation, but this time it was very strange, like someone pulled me down to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.

I talked a lot with the Taoist priest. I told her that I came to Hangzhou for no reason yesterday. The day before yesterday, I visited Guanyin in Putuo Mountain. Originally, I flew back to Beijing. However, my flight was cancelled at night, so I decided to go to Hangzhou overnight and return to Beijing from Hangzhou this afternoon. In fact, I don't know why I had such an idea.

Taoist priest said that she was in Putuo Mountain the day before and just came back yesterday. She was not on duty today, and another Taoist priest had to change temporarily. He said that he went to Putuo Mountain because the son of an old friend was seriously ill. She went to help and visit and took care of him for several days. The child's illness improved a lot before he came back with peace of mind.