Introduction of one-day tour of Jianshan Temple in Yangjia Temple

Yangjiamiao Jianshan Temple is nothing to many people, but for me, it has wonderful memories. If you start praying with your heart here, you will get spiritual comfort. The following is a one-day tour guide of Jianshan Temple in Yangjia Temple.

Jianshan Temple, grinding the sky?

Every time I hear this folk song sung in Yangjia Temple, my heart is always warm. Yangjia Temple is not a "temple", but a township where brothers and strong men preside over the work. The town government is located in the lower reaches of Maohe River. On the right side of the river bank, there are mountains in Shishimura. At the foot of the mountain, a green tile hut is my aunt's house.

In my spare time, I am always free to come. Or visit the ever-changing industries in the town, praise with empirical eyes, point fingers, pick a thorn, and show your heart to your brother; Or go to my best friend Yang Jun's old house to have tea and eat her sister's special dishes. One build, one build, one build, chatting about people and things in my uncle's house. The topic is still those people and those _, and it's boring to make it clear. Chatting just kills the thin days and warms people's hearts; ? I also went for a walk in menstruation's empty yard, just for a walk. My aunt's house is empty.

I'm free today, Qiangmin went to the city for a meeting, and Yang Jun just wasn't here, so I went to Jianshan Temple as I wished! What kind of Jianshan Temple does my aunt depend on all her life? .

Go west along the Maoshui River, drive for more than ten miles, and you will arrive at the Tumen Village of Yangjiasi. A narrow path to the south of the village is long and rugged, like a silver snake. It rises from the canyon, twists and turns, and stubbornly twists and turns among the green trees in Jianshan Mountain. My colleague Yuyu and I took care of each other before and after, raised our steps and climbed to the top of the tall and straight Jianshan Mountain. When it comes to crawling, it is very appropriate. The mountain touches the bridge of the nose, and the sky is overhead. Jianshan Temple, at an altitude of 2,364 meters, stands abruptly on the river course of Maoshui, towering and full of the spirit of "reaching the top of five holy peaks and penetrating China". ?

On the edge of the cliff, there is a stone tablet that reads: "Jianshan Temple, also known as Tian Tong Temple, also known as West Wutai". Only by this name can we know the height, danger, solemnity, loneliness and mystery of the mountain. It is safely located at the junction of Lixian County, Gangu County, Qin Zhou County and Wushan County, and proudly overlooks the peak of Shigu Mountain. "The vibration of Shigu Mountain resounds through the sky, and the ganoderma lucidum in the earthen basin is born every year." ?

Wuwu and Zinuo and I have been to Qiu Chi in Xihe County. I have also been to the side ridge of Hengfeng in Lixian County, and the Daxiangshan in the deep mountains and streams. Most of the mountains in Longnan are based on strange stone cliffs, rock-solid, like a person with strong bones and abrupt muscles. There is no such propaganda in Jianshan, which is all loess and soft green. It looks like a tall, round, plump and gentle woman, and skirts, clothes and sleeves are closely related branches. The branches are long, the forest is beautiful, and rare herbs flourish all year round. During the respite, I climbed to the top of the mountain, and the mountainside closed, stretching several distant slopes. One peak of lilacs is full of hills, one slope of grassland is full of cattle and sheep, a bay of jade belt is gurgling, a lake of spring water is rippling, and the sunset is like a mirror. ?

There is a Tian Tong Temple in Jianshan Temple, which contains statues of the Jade Emperor, the King of Medicine and the Eight Sea Gods. It is said that it was built in Chenghua eight years in the Ming Dynasty, more than 540 years ago. More than 500 years ago, it was not easy to build such a magnificent temple with carved beams and painted buildings on the lonely mountain of the mill. Without the devout faith of the villagers, how could this stone and brick cross the long canyon, turn around the rugged mountain road and move to this wonderful top?

I stooped, sweaty, panting and climbed to the top of the mountain, and suddenly I saw a unique scenery. In order to strengthen the temple at the top of the mountain, believers carried "stones" from all directions in the valley to the top of the mountain by hand. Stones are big and small, long and short, with different shapes, and so on. Men and women believers do their best and do their best, which is also in line with the meaning of "following fate" in Buddhism. The craftsmen piled up stakes from the mountainside to repair the masonry structure. With their wisdom, eyesight and slender years, they skillfully spliced according to the size and shape of the stones, circled layer by layer until the peak, and set steps for people to pass at the corner.

The flaky foundation is magnificent and solid, supporting the Buddhist temple. In my opinion, it is more like a heavy masterpiece. Bear and carry countless past events. Who can say that every stone is not a book or a story? Stone fragments and heart fragments

Men, women and children are floating in the air, and the story of fireworks is half hidden in the boundless historical dust. For more than 500 years, impetuous heart, painful heart, bright heart, gloomy heart, longing for prosperity, longing for men and women, and even cursing the enemy have been pinned on a stone. It is better to have a wish but no wish, and it is always better to have a wish. Just to pray, just to play, just to say, just for a secret that can't be told to others-come here to steal words. ?

Climb the stairs, walk through, and climb to the top of the mountain. A breeze caressed my face and made me feel sweet, comfortable and happy. Looking up and looking around, the blue sky, the continuous peaks, the smooth and silky grass, and the pairs of cattle and sheep flirting with each other are not for grazing. There is too much grass to eat, and there are mountains after mountains. Just to bask in the sun, talk about love stories and be a bosom lover! This scene is my favorite. Comfortable, calm, not deliberate, not artificial. Behind them, temples are scattered, and statues are not much different from other places. No one dares to change the image of the Buddha. Changed the image, the jade emperor is not the jade emperor, and the drug king is not the drug king. Who will observe the complexity of this fireworks? ?

"The mountain is not high, the fairy is not famous", and the people of Jianshan four towns believe, belong and pray. Generally speaking, it is not that mountains are high, but that there are immortals. Not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of hardships, come and go, come and go, come and go, cultivate yourself into a fairy. In the distance, I saw several old people crawling on the path in the forest with flaky on their backs. In a trance, I saw menstruation bend over and walk forward step by step with his coat open.

My aunt has been dead for many years, but I feel that she has always been there. Or sitting at the foot of the cliff in Shishimura, Yangjiasi Town, or leaning against the doorframe of the old courtyard on the bank of the Maohe River, or walking on the narrow path leading to Jianshan Mountain, it is always a plain. ?

My uncle's house is at the foot of Touqi Mountain, facing Jianshan Mountain. In front of it is a small river, clear and gentle, with fish and shrimp, and tender frogs in the quiet night. Tall acacia and Toona sinensis trees covered a large shade in front of my aunt's house. My aunt doesn't like excitement. She always sits alone in the shade, watching her day and looking straight at the village entrance. At the entrance to the village, crossing the river by stones is the bus stop. There will be two sisters and me in the bus station. We will come from the city with seasonal vegetables, sweet cakes and zongzi from Xiguan, my aunt's favorite. We take turns to see menstruation, also for the sake of putting our tired bodies and minds to rest. This kind of life has lasted for many years, but it is the most common. ?

My aunt was widowed at the age of 36, and her son worked in an oil field far away. She can't go home several times a year, and my sister and I are her closest relatives and closest relatives. Like our mother, my aunt stood opposite the river bank every day in those years when there was no mobile phone, like a statue. The wind of the years made her hair white, and the knife of the annual ring left a deep impression. Year after year, day after day, she just stared at an unknown direction. The long whistle is the music in my aunt's heart. She got up on time in the dark and lonely night in order to listen to the whistle that sounded in a hurry at dawn, and she wouldn't come until the bus left. My aunt knows. ?

My aunt can't read, and the little feet released at the beginning of liberation have no obvious effect and can't walk fast. Every time something happens, she will go to Jianshan. The first mountain is very close to Jianshan, but her little feet walk like the end of the world. My aunt is not afraid, but she can't be persuaded. She always goes in secret. Brother goes to travel, so does she; My sister is going to college, and she is going; I transferred my job and she's going; Zhi Nuo caught a cold, but my aunt went anyway. Get up in the middle of the night, take a dry kang bun, walk along the river bank, enter the canyon, cross the village, cross the river, cross the dense forest, listen to the strange cries of wild animals, and then climb the Jianshan along the narrow path. I still can't imagine such a scene, an old lady with little feet. When she climbed Jianshan, the wind messed up her hair and sweated her clothes. She climbed on the ground and prayed devoutly. Every step was polished all day. What kind of will does aunt use to support all this? Besides, we don't believe in her divination and divination. ?

My aunt is seriously ill and time is running out. I held her hand with tears in my eyes and couldn't bear to leave. She said, "When we get there, we will go to Jianshan to become immortals." . "Don't cry, I'll give you a dream. Whatever you do, go out when the magpie calls, and don't go when the crow calls. Remember. "

There are no magpies and crows in the city, but I still hope that my aunt who has been miserable all her life can become an immortal in Jianshan!

Jianshan Temple, grinding the sky?

In the distance, the old man who climbed the mountain with his back stone was shouting and singing. His voice is warm, generous and foggy, floating to the sky, floating to the ground and floating to the smiling side of his aunt. ?

Jianshan is in Wushan? Jianshan is in Gangu? Is Jianshan in Lixian County?

No, I believe, I climbed the Jianshan at the foot of Yangjia Temple. Jianshan belongs to Yangjia Temple and Jianshan belongs to my aunt. Otherwise, it's so far away, and my aunt is over there. How can I get to Jianshan?