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I didn't know there was such a thousand-year-old temple at the foot of Qinling Mountain unless my friend asked for directions. What is even more surprising is that the ancient temple is only three kilometers away from my hometown. I can also bet that if you draw a circle with a radius of three kilometers or even a short distance around the ancient temple, not many people in Fiona Fang should know about it. It is like an enlightened monk with great wisdom, hiding himself in invisibility. The more so, the more ancient Kannonji aroused my appetite. Every time I stare at it in the south, I am fascinated.

Really came to the Zen temple. At noon in early winter, the weather is a bit ugly. In the early morning, the mist invaded and covered the whole sky, like water dyeing and ink splashing in Chinese painting, but this did not hinder appreciation. In order to keep this quiet for a long time, we stopped at a distance of 2 kilometers from the temple, crawled along the narrow path, and gradually integrated into nature. About half an hour's journey, I unloaded all the dust and stepped into the ancient Kannonji.

Ancient Kannonji is located at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in Chang 'an Dongda, Qinling Mountains. For thousands of years, almost no one can tell its story in detail, just like imitating the Qinling Mountains. When I first saw the temple, I was still taking care of my sick mother in the hospital. A friend called me and asked me the way to ancient Kannonji. This temple left a deep impression on me. Later, I learned that the fame of ancient Kannonji was due to the popularity of online news. Ginkgo trees planted in Li Shimin have a lush crown, and leaves in Huang Cancan can almost cover the sun. At the root of the tree, I snuggled up to a statue of Guanyin and meditated quietly for thousands of years. Such a news photo made the ancient Kannonji suddenly red and famous, and the crowds who came to visit and take photos were in an endless stream.

The ancient Kannonji has been hidden for thousands of years, and perhaps it is also happy to live a quiet and peaceful life in the heart, and does not want to be disturbed. I obeyed its wishes, so I chose to visit for a few days. Push open the temple gate, enter the temple, step on the slate and walk slowly. The corner of the "Bell Tower" and the "Drum Tower" intersect, and two arborvitae trees are towering, and their thick waists witness the vicissitudes of literature and history. Zen rooms with blue bricks and gray tiles are arranged around Platycladus orientalis Square. There are about a dozen meditation rooms of different sizes, in which Buddhist sages such as Tathagata Buddha, Sakyamuni and Guanyin Bodhisattva are enshrined. The fog in the meditation room seems to add to the artistic conception of Du Mu's misty building in the south of the Yangtze River. Outside the meditation room is a small piece of bamboo forest, densely packed in a square garden made of blue bricks, full of vitality and enchanting green. Round lotus ponds are scattered all over the temple. Unfortunately, lotus is the residual lotus season at dusk, and dead leaves and rotten branches are scattered in the water. It seems that we missed her beauty, which is a pity. However, Residual Lotus may not think that Lian Po is old. Its beauty lies not in the dead branches and leaves, but in the curved lotus root bred in the heart. You see, facing the cold fog and cold, Tingting, who is slim and dry, has freed herself from the tenacity of life. Outside the meditation room, the banana leaves are big and the stems are fat. I guess, after all the strange peaks are raining and the small rain pool in Cen Can emerges, the raindrops will tick on the slate, the land, the leaves or the gables, and they will play a beautiful melody. What a beautiful picture! In my mind, I see the poetic realm of "secluded bamboo paths, flowers on branches and Zen forests".

The fog came on like a kitten licking its cheek. Stepping on the mossy steps, stepping into the highest place in the temple is also the location of the legendary beauty. At the beginning of late autumn, ginkgo leaves changed from green to amber, covered with a tree in mottled sunlight, like opening a treasure chest, and yellow and gold poured out instantly. The ancient Kannonji in the photo is as beautiful as a fairyland. At the moment, all I see is a few scattered ginkgo leaves hanging on the branches, torn by wind and frost. Obviously, I have missed the best viewing season of leafy trees and regret my dullness. Guanyin is sitting on a tree root, leaning against the ginkgo tree, motionless, as if feeling something, and as if trying to express something, but it is difficult to say. That makes it easy for me to think of one sentence: lost beauty. In the temple, bow down, bow down, kowtow and meditate. In one go. Pray for the health of family members and hope for a smooth fate. In and out of the meditation room, I was very moved by a small detail. There is a lost and found office outside the meditation room. The wooden cabinet is full of materials forgotten by people who have visited temples or meditation rooms before. When tourists come to visit, they will leave something behind. The temple didn't take them for themselves, and the tourists didn't follow them. Like the meditation room, the materials left behind are quietly waiting for the guests to return. I can't help feeling: what a great detail this is, and it should also be the vast Zen that the lofty spirit of the temple overflows and transmits.

The chill of winter stifled all living things and made the ancient Kannonji quieter, which reminded me of Wang Ji's famous sentence "The cicada makes Lin Jing more secluded". At this moment, without the agitation of cicadas and birds singing, the ancient Guanyin Zen gradually quieted down. We stepped on thick land and rotten leaves of mixed forest, making a rustling sound. Zen will flow out inadvertently with the gurgling water of Guanyin Shenquan.

"Zen" is the abbreviation of Buddhism "Zen", which is transliterated in Sanskrit and translated as "thinking cultivation" or "meditation" Quiet means calm, and worry means wisdom. Meditation is meditation. This is consistent with the charm of ancient Kannonji. No one knows about meditation for thousands of years, just like a Buddhist monk.

There is an idiom in the dictionary, Zen and tea blindly. At first, I thought Zen and tea didn't go together, but later I noticed that they were inextricably linked. Tea tasting is a slow effort, and so is meditation. Tea has a tea ceremony and Zen has a Zen way. Tea can enlighten Zen, and meditation also needs the company of green tea. Thinking and discussing life while drinking tea, in a quiet place, a person drinking wine or chatting with tea, wisdom will flow out instantly. People who have no patience can't taste the difference between tea and tea and can't tell the difference between tea and tea. It's like calligraphy, painting and seals. Need meticulous description, meticulous brushwork, and catch up. The created works vary widely, and only when they are just right can we find a superior artistic conception. Meditation also needs to be appropriate to realize the true meaning of life. As an impatient person like me, I can't taste, make or drink tea, and naturally I can't write, draw or stamp. Zen epiphany is also slow and lagging.

At dusk, layers of mist rose in the mountains, and the mist was like silk, drunk in the Great Qinling Mountains, like a fairyland. Kannonji is still located at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, still like a wise man who meditates and recites scriptures, still meditating. Maybe it is also full of resentment. Why didn't you come all these years? Why don't you come when flowers bloom in spring and summer? Why didn't you come when you crossed the Qinling Mountains? A square inch photo can summon you. What's your opinion? In the face of complaints from Zen temples, we can only sweat on our foreheads and feel ashamed. It is not that there is no beauty in ancient Kannonji, but that we are impetuous and unable to settle down and enjoy beauty. Sometimes think about it. Desire forces us to indulge in the struggle for power. People are intrigued with each other and care too much about income, rank, status, housing and food and clothing. Living in the worldly troubles of winning and losing, gaining and losing, gaining and losing, gaining and losing, gaining and losing, we forget all the beautiful scenery around us. Wandering in the pursuit of fame and fortune in the world, throwing away hidden wealth such as family, health, knowledge and gratitude. But think again, noisy, annoying, busy, jumping around, like ants in spring, why fight, why are you busy? There may be many reasons, but how many can stand the test of time? Times have changed, and after Sanqiu, I will secretly laugh at my previous immaturity. Smiling can eliminate hostility. Friends should make up, but don't get married. Broken bones and tendons. Chinese is sometimes really interesting and profound, and the recombination of words can turn deep hatred into humorous humor. There are contradictions in front, and then there are high-sounding theories to solve them immediately, and the words are round and smooth.

People are born naked from the womb. After being buried, the materials, property, rights and ferocity harvested alive can only be isolated from the world, leaving only the comments of children and relatives around the tombstone and more people outside. As the saying goes, it must be like a coffin. Sima Shi also said that people are inherently mortal, or heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. The poet also said that some people are alive and he is dead; Some people died, but he is still alive. We are always struggling to find the true meaning of life without understanding. It is simple to say the word "one", but it is so difficult and difficult to do. The soul who thinks that he can't walk away like Mount Tai is always struggling, unable to start, lamenting that fate is playing tricks on people. In fact, Buddhists have already lit a lamp in the nearby darkness to guide the direction, but we turned a blind eye. Buddha said: if I don't go to hell, who will? Sacrificing yourself, giving each other happiness, sending roses and leaving lingering fragrance in your hand are the manifestations of self-sublimation and the dripping manifestation of Zen's "merit jungle". The ancestor of Zen Buddhism said that it was Yao, either because of "surrender" or because of giving his life, Hui Ze was the world. Yao is old, and according to his ability, he gave up the position of leader to Shun. When Shun was old, he gave the highest power of the tribe to Yu, who had made outstanding achievements in water control. Today, what an idealized and admirable move this is. The alternation of rights is not mixed with any selfish thoughts. It is purely a kind of goodwill that drives the meditator to make the whole tribe live and work in peace and contentment. Whoever can lead the ethnic group to live a better life will be taken care of by the highest power, and the way to gain power is also the will of the people. It's a great relief for Zen. When Dayu was old, he wanted to give the throne to Boyi, the son of Hao Tao, but at this moment, the first power struggle took place in the history of China. On the surface, Yu's son Qi obeyed Boyi, but his stomach was very dissatisfied and he was always looking for opportunities to get rid of it. The opportunity finally came. He killed Boyi. But changed his name to Xia and became the first king of Xia Dynasty. It is worth noting that the system of Zen invented by ancestors and paternal line has not been passed down, and the concept of Zen has been shattered and disintegrated at this moment. Without the practice of Zen, of course, Qi is not the master of talent. After he became king, he ate, drank and had fun all day, and now he is as drunk as a fiddler, completely ignoring state affairs, and the people are miserable, but he is drunk in the racket. Without the feeling of Zen's "jungle of merits and demerits", ordinary people will suffer, life will be destroyed, and Kay will naturally become a moth spurned by history. Obviously, he was dead when he was alive.

Speaking of Zen, it is also easy to think of "Zen master" from a distance, which often reminds people of martial arts masters in martial arts novels. They are often quiet, with clever wisdom and profound skills. In the novel Eight Branches of the Dragon, the highest martial arts is not "Mr. Murong in the North Qiao Feng Nan", which is popular all over the country, but a humble Shaolin Temple sweeping monk, who has lived in seclusion in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and swept the floor for decades. No one knows his name or even his existence. Murong Bo and Mu Rongfu met Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng. These four heroes were already first-class experts in the Wulin at that time. The two sides are about to kill each other in the sutra depository, and the family and the country hate each other, and the new hatred and the old hatred are incompatible. With or without me, the top management of Shaolin Temple is worried about catastrophe, and readers are curious about how to clean up this scene. As soon as the Zen master appeared, a brilliant plan appeared. Sweeping monk used clever Buddhism to solve a catastrophe such as Mars hitting the earth. He first "killed" Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan respectively, and then brought them back to life with superb medical skills, abandoning two people who became angry from embarrassment. At this point, he understood the enmity between home and country, and life and death were like a dream. He was able to give up hatred, fully realize, convert to Sambo, and no longer ask about human grievances. Seeing this, I have to sigh that Zen is really great. It can instantly turn a person with a fire in his abdomen into inner peace. I think there is no other shortcut except Zen.

Sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple said that every time you learn a stunt, you should also learn a Buddhist method to solve it. Only the higher the cultivation of Buddhism and compassion, the higher the martial arts of Shaolin stunts. MoMo Wu, a martial arts wizard, didn't listen to the advice, went his own way, and finally became possessed. It was not until he lost his life that he realized the true meaning of life from death to life, and he regretted not listening to the monk. Sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple is really a Zen master. His handwriting is really better than studying for ten years. Isn't that reasonable? The world we live in is full of materialism, debauchery, debauchery and all kinds of temptations, which always tempt and tempt our souls and lead us step by step to the misunderstanding of depravity. If you lose the Zen of your mind, the power of control and the balance between good and evil, you will also be possessed and step into the abyss of misunderstanding in life. Fiction can give people a chance to come back to life, but can a mixed society give it? Therefore, our lives should be the same. No matter when and where, every step forward and every step up, we should also use Buddhism to purify the soul, correct the delay, fill the soul, and use the artistic conception of Zen to get rid of hostility, evil thoughts, hatred and fierceness. By chance, you can also cultivate the 72 unique skills of upper-level conscious thinking and sage wisdom.

As night falls, the sky is full of gloom. The vast mountains have long been silent as a pool of stagnant water, and the distant villages are already smoking. I should go home, too. It's time to go down the mountain. Being disturbed in the ancient Kannonji for so long, I should not only express my apologies, but also be grateful that it can give me a place to rest and breathe, and make me quiet. When I unload the dust outside my body, the meaning of Zen slowly rises in my stomach.

Who is still reading the enduring poem in the warm melon: Bodhi has no trees, and it is not Taiwan in the mirror. There is nothing, so there is no dust. Walking down the mountain, outside the quiet ancient Kannonji, I heard a faint, even and beautiful chanting in the distance. ...

Qianjiang 2015.11.29 Chang 'an Draft.