Prose of You Chan Tang Gu

Zen meditation is probably related to Zen Buddhism! This is the first thought that came to my mind when I saw that the weather was fine at the weekend and asked a donkey friend to recommend an outdoor route and mentioned Linqu Zen Hall. So I was a little surprised when I saw a golden statue standing tall in front of the mountain a few hundred meters away, and the donkey friend introduced the statue of Laozi that had just been erected. Later, I asked Du Niang on the Internet, only to know that the Zen Hall was originally called the toad mantis, and it was named after a huge stone like a toad at its eastern foot. Moreover, it has been a Taoist holy mountain since ancient times, and it is also a unique and unique landscape of "one mountain and two hills" in 72 miles of Yimeng.

two of the four of us visited last spring, and we know a lot about the routes and scenic spots. The weather is pleasant, the economy is smooth, and climbing has become extremely easy. From behind the statue of Laozi, we have climbed to the first level in the southwest of the Zen Hall.

in order to live up to the warm winter sun and the high interest in collecting things, we stood on a high place and looked at the beautiful shallow shadows such as Guangu and Dangu, and then stepped on the two flat hills in the southwest of the Zen Hall from side to side. Of course, it is also very rewarding. In the middle of the weeds and sparse trees, a stone house with only a few square meters of ruins sits in the west and east. It can be vaguely seen that it also brings a courtyard with a size of only a few square meters, which is probably a simple foothold for villagers to avoid chaos, or a place for people who worship Taoism to practice. Next to an artificial lake under construction-I'll call it "Tianchi"-the coastline is winding and rugged among the grass, and it is also quite rich. We also found the "patio", on the edge of the cliff on the north side: a square shaft more than four meters square, but the all-stone vertical walls on all sides are six or seven meters deep, like the patio of a quadrangle and a natural open-air storage well. But its north side inclines to the steep cliff, which makes us all sweat!

However, for the brand-new Taoist temple, which is about to be rebuilt, the two friends who revisited it expressed their angry objections in unison: What about the eye-catching enclosure that was winding on the cliff top last year? What about the monuments carried by the stone arches that have endured for hundreds of years? Why can't the new concept of Hongjiao, which is bright and imposing, trigger a strong sense of ancient culture?

the meditation hall is just ahead. Looking at it from a distance, the two opposing heads are like huge axes splitting from it, tall and straight, handsome and angular. Make a detour into a mountain gate in the west, and look up to know that you have arrived at the south cliff of Xigu. The cliff is steep and about to fall, and sometimes solitary pine stubbornly gives birth to cracks, and strives for high points. It's less than 1 meters east along the wall, and suddenly the north and south are transparent, and when you look north, several villages are surrounded by mountains and roads, and you can have a panoramic view. At this time, glance left and right, but the two opposing heads are already as thin as a scroll. The west stands upright and the forehead is round, which seems to show a very soft curve, while the east is still awe-inspiring and cold. There is a statue of two gods in the middle, which seems to stimulate our infinite imagination: the handsome men and beautiful women who are so ruthlessly separated by the "two gods" must be full of loyalty to love and protest against tyranny!

straight ahead, a cave appears on the side wall. The mouth of the cave was chiseled into the shape of a stone niche door, and the damaged reliefs such as Erlong play beads were faintly visible on the left and right. The statue in the cave was also damaged, and only the poem on the right side of the cave door can be clearly seen: "The Zen Hall is a scene of fate, and the twenty-four filial piety is passed down from ancient times to modern times. The fairy cries that there are few wheat in the world, and it is difficult for Wang Xiang to lie in the fish world. " Legend has it that Jiao Shi, the filial daughter of Jiaojiazhuang in front of the meditation hall, is enshrined in the cave, and there is also a story among the villagers that she cried for the ears of wheat for her sick mother in the severe winter and moved God. In recent years, several nearby villages have also put forward the concept of "governing villages with filial piety", and how many people here have placed their desire and call for the promotion of traditional virtues!

Walking on the edge of Dongguang Cliff, I gradually lost my leisurely walk from the west. Dong Gu stood in front of him like a big stone. Looking up and looking up, he was often dazzled and frightened by the cracks and crumbling rocks running through from top to bottom. There are also flying pines hanging upside down on the precipice, and the branches are attached to the edge wall in a winding way. There are vines that have not withered, and red fruits that are still hanging high and colorful, all of which make people realize the tenacity of life.

The stone steps hewn from the precipice, the arched tunnel built on the cliff shoulders, the simple and solemn Taishan Old Mother Hall on the top, and the giant round pool dug by hand on the rock on the west side of the Temple Pavilion all record the hard work and wishes of the working people for a better life. Standing on the top of the East Mount, the peaks are like waves. "It's a thousand miles in size, and it's hard to hide." A kind of joy that looks like a cloud and looks like one is coming as scheduled!

Reluctantly, I left the Zen Hall and went back to Pingpang in the southwest, and once again encountered an unfinished Taoist temple site. In front of the magnificent building, there is still a broken stone arch, and the arch has been razed to the ground. Behind the arch, traces of the original temple courtyard can be seen vaguely. The walled stone wall, which stretches from the west to the south, has also been broken down into isolated piles and looked at each other in the weed jungle.

The winter time in the warm sun is quiet, but silence is not silence and inaction. These ruined temples have fallen eaves and broken walls, just like the tenacious rock cypress on the cliff of the Zen Hall. For thousands of years, they have watched the wind and rain, and watched the vicissitudes of the world. Their silent narration in silence, like opening the mind, is shocking. From the empty valley echoes in their hearts, the wind flies and leaves move, and people who ignore the inheritance and blindly mark the new, have they read every trace of their resentment and uncertainty? Do you understand what Lin Yutang said, "a gentle voice is also a forced voice"?

The two donkey friends who revisited are still angry, otherwise, even I was speechless with infection.