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The seventh trip to Guizhou (Fan Jing)

Fan Jing is the finale of this trip to Guizhou, and it is also the most anticipated scenic spot.

Both Fan Jing and Zhangjiajie belong to Wuling Mountains, and Zhangjiajie enjoys a long-standing reputation in the world. Later, due to the filming of Avatar and the opening of the Flying Gate, it has been attracting public attention repeatedly and gaining the "traffic" of netizens over the years. If you are an expert, you have to go to Zhangjiajie to see the mountains. Shamefully, although Zhangjiajie's seasonal sandstone peak forest landform has been stirring my heart repeatedly, it is a pity that I have never been able to go to Zhangjiajie.

Fan Jingshan, the highest peak of Wuling Mountain, is the earliest land south of the Yellow River. Known as the fifth famous mountain in Buddhism, although it has not been widely recognized, the status and influence of Maitreya Dojo is indisputable. When Bhikuni Buddha practiced in Fan Jing, he was called "Dojo of Ancient Buddha". After Pure Land Sect was introduced into Fan Jing, Maitreya Dojo was established. During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Qin ordered the monk Miao Xuan to start the mountain again and brought Lin Jizong to the Maitreya Pure Land Dojo, which made the double cultivation of Zen and purity in the mountain very popular. In ancient times, there was a saying that "the world is uneven and Maitreya Buddha was born". There is a deep relationship between various places and Maitreya, and there is more than one Maitreya Dojo. Fan Jing is called "Yue School", which shows the lofty position of Maitreya Dojo in Fan Jing.

It's too quiet. It's far away. There are ancient temples and famous mountains and rivers in the deep mountains, which seem to be mostly places of Buddhism and Taoism. A little study of the history of Fan Jingshan can reveal the religious legends and historical records of this mountain, as well as the number of monasteries and temples that once existed. In addition, only Fan Jingshan has rare animals and plants such as "the only son of the earth", mysterious natural landscapes such as Hongyun Jinding and Mushroom Stone. In recent years, the popularity of Fan Jing has been rising both at home and abroad.

Therefore, I look forward to Fan Jing. One is to look forward to the beautiful scenery of Zhangjiajie. The other is to test whether I still have the ability to climb mountains after my heel fracture the year before last. As for Fan Jingshan's Dojo, I am a little far away, and I feel that I can't practice and Buddhism doesn't make sense.

Therefore, during this trip to Guizhou, I paid special attention to the weather in Fan Jing. Unfortunately, the weather forecast for June 65438+1 October1is light rain, and it has been predicted to be light rain. On the eve of climbing the mountain, it was still raining in Mao Mao. In the morning, I watched the weather forecast again. Not only the light rain is still there, but also the fog is coming!

On the way to the scenic spot, I even had the idea that the scenic spot was closed because of the fog. I know in my heart that even if I climb up in such disgusting weather, I will really see a pure and ethereal world.

But in this weather, the scenic spots are still open, and there are still many tourists, both from afar and adjacent. Almost all the people in the same group silently accepted the reality of bad weather and came to the waiting point of the scenic tour bus in twos and threes.

In the mountain of Chexing, the rain is gurgling outside the window, and the mountain stream is more turbulent. From time to time, it is as white as practice. As long as the corrected water flies down, the quietness of the mountain can be seen. The rocks on both sides are steep, such as knives and axes, vines and vines. Occasionally, seeing the bare roots outside adds a bit of vicissitudes. The mountain road twists and turns, winding up, and there are many sharp bends in the shape of inverted U, so you need a car to stop and avoid when you pass. Not far from the garage, pass by Longquan Temple. It is said that Guanyin is worshipped inside, but there is a huge Maitreya sitting outside.

About 20 minutes, get off and change to the cable car. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the cable car slowly rises on the aerial ropeway. Outside the window, it's already foggy. Before leaving, my mother once suggested that she was afraid of heights, had a bad heart and was afraid of walking on slippery mountain roads. She agreed to get on the ropeway and meet me when my father and I came back from the mountain. Who knows, I got off the cable car and climbed the wooden ladder. I didn't go far. Dad said his heart beat faster, so I went back to my mother.

I knew nothing about myself before I left. I checked and asked, and learned that there are 2800 steps from the ropeway exit to Mushroom Stone, which is said to be sixty or seventy stories high. Eighteen sets of Mount Tai are almost the same distance, but it was 10 years ago after climbing 18 sets.

There is some food and water in the travel bag (I forgot to ask Dad to leave some when he went back). There is no scenery all the way, and there are people before and after. I can't hear birds and animals. I listened to the sound of rain and grass, but I was not interested in singing and walking. I was uneasy and walked step by step to Mushroom Stone.

After a while, I caught up with two, four or six friends. At this time, my heart was put down. Now think about it, when I first got out of the ropeway and climbed the mountain, my heart beat very fast, which is a natural reaction. After all, I am already at an altitude of more than 2000 meters.

It didn't take much effort to get to Mushroom Rock. At this time, the wind and rain suddenly started and the glasses were blurred. There are several huge stones around the mushroom stone, which look very similar when standing together. I thought it was a mushroom stone at first sight (it wasn't). I took out my mobile phone and took a few photos casually, intending to go all out to climb the Golden Summit of Fortune. Although I see far away, it is still a piece of Wang Yang, and all the distant mountains and near peaks are gone. Fortunately, at this time, a couple in the same group arrived and took pictures of each other, only to find that what I started shooting was not mushroom stone.

Before I decided to climb the Hongyun Jinding, I still had a little luck. Perhaps, one of the tourists climbing the mountain today will be moved by nature and practice, and the rain will stop for a while? It was with this obsession that I started my second trip almost without thinking.

But the miracle didn't happen. Along the way, the rain is tighter, the mountain wind is stronger, and the road is getting narrower and steeper. At this time, I realized that no matter whether I have awe in my heart or not, I must have awe in my feet, and I must grasp the chains or railings on both sides with my hands. Otherwise, it is really possible to sacrifice yourself here to respect the world. Probably in front is a young team engaged in league building, full of vigor and vitality, whistling all the way and singing all the way. It was their bravery that encouraged me to walk through Guanyin Cave unconsciously, or I didn't know when I climbed to the top of the mountain, or when I crossed the overpass and passed the Maitreya Hall and the Sakyamuni Hall. I met another couple in the same group all the way down, only to know that I came down from the golden top of good fortune!

Perhaps, we have been living in the fog, longing for the place where Buddhism and Taoism practice. But whether you look at it or not, the Buddha is there, the Tao is there, the Hongyun Jinding is there and the scenery is there. This time, no matter what I see, at least my heart has arrived.

Thinking of this, I quickened my pace, hurried through Purdue Square, passed by Chengen Temple, meditated for a moment in front of Tan Yuguanyin, and then called my mother to report my peace. When I got off the ropeway, I saw the worried faces of the old couple, and suddenly my eyes were a little sour.

On the cable car that got off the ropeway, I remember I really saw the halo on the mountain not far away. Maybe that's the Buddha's light.