Luoshui Dongliu

Such and such a scene, it was already the beginning of July.According to folklore, on June [-]th, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva opens the gate of ghosts and does not close until July [-]th, so July is also called ghost month.July [-]th is the Obon Festival.

In fact, the Obon Festival Promoting the Dharma Association was gradually raised in recent years after the vigorous advocacy of Emperor Wu of the Southern Dynasty.And decades ago, Taoists in the Northern Dynasties set this day as the "Hungry Ghost Festival" to save the souls of the dead and forgive sins for the world.In mid-July, the surplus grain of the previous year was exhausted, and the autumn harvest was not yet here, and the weather was the hottest, so there were few folks to make arrangements for.On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, folk worship relatives and worship ancestors, and temples worship and burn scriptures, which is a major event in the festival of the year.

"Ullambana" means "unfolding upside down" in Sanskrit.The [-]th day of the seventh month is the half day of the month, the day of Jiexia, the day of the Buddha’s joy, and the day of self-indulgence of the monks. Therefore, the merits and virtues of the offerings on this day are the most extraordinary.Legend has it that the Mulian monk under the Buddha's seat set up a basin offering on this day, invited monks from all directions to make a vow, and finally rescued his mother from the path of hungry ghosts.The sacrifice on this day also has the meaning of expressing filial piety and thinking about relatives, and recalling the ancestors.

The date for Baima Temple to send the eminent monk's bones and scriptures out of the city is the [-]th day of the seventh month before the Obon Festival.On the evening of July [-]th, there was rain in the sky, and there was a dark red behind the clouds in the sky.The abbot and all the deacons enshrined the Buddha bones in the main hall, and when they stepped out, a young novice said, "General Zhao is at the gate of the mountain to see you."

The abbot asked, "Why don't you come in?"

The little novice muttered: "The disciple is afraid that the swords and soldiers will be inauspicious..."

Hearing this, the abbot gave a "cough", and hurriedly led the crowd out of the hall, passed the Hall of Heavenly Kings, and walked around the thick catalpa tree in front of the bell tower, only to see two people standing under the statue of Vajra in front of the Wuxiang Gate.Taking a closer look, the person holding the umbrella is dressed as a junior high school student. The person under the umbrella is standing tall, but without armor. Probably because of the hot weather, he didn't even wear a crotch, only wearing a set of white trousers. Clothes.Presumably for the convenience of riding a horse, the trouser legs of the wide-cut trousers are all tied with cloth belts, and the cuff of the right lapel pleat is also rolled up on the wrist.

The abbot saw that this was Zhao Shen, stepped forward and saluted, "General."

Zhao Shen returned the salute, seeing that none of the monks had opened their umbrellas, he said, "I'm tired and caught in the rain."

The abbot said: "General, please sit in the temple."

Zhao Shendao: "I don't understand the laws of Buddhist temples, I'm afraid of collision."

The abbot smiled and said, "I don't invite the general to the Buddhist hall, but just invite the guest hall to talk. The general has made it convenient for us this time, and the monks don't say thanks, but offer a cup of tea to express their hearts."

Zhao Shen listened, pondered slightly, and said: "Then bother."

So the Zhike monk led the way.Zhao Shen then walked through the temple, and saw that pines and cypresses were planted all over the temple, and the temple was reconstructed like the old Tianzhu.

Looking up, I can only see the glazed owl tail on the main ridge of the temple roof, the strange beast opened its mouth and swallowed the ridge, and was born in the rain, reflecting the light, with its huge eyes wide open, and the mouth of the sea, it seemed to be staring at all living beings from a high place, smiling unfathomably. .The Zhike monk saw that Zhao Shen was watching intently, and said: "That's a Capricorn fish from Tianzhu. It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that it is the seat of the God of Rain. Looking at it in the rain now, it fits perfectly."

The abbot heard this and said: "General, do you know what you can prove by seeing this thing now?"

Zhao Shen smiled and said, "I don't know."

The abbot sighed long and loudly: "This Capricorn fish was introduced to the Central Plains from the previous dynasty. If you see it, you can know that the White Horse Temple is no longer the original appearance in the Eastern Han Dynasty. It has been destroyed several times.”

For a while, I saw miscellaneous monks coming and going in the courtyard, stepping on the stone steps to fill lamp oil into the stone lamp window one by one.The lights can also stay on in the rain, but when the wind passes, the flames flicker and flicker.

A group of people walked inward, and went to the outside of the guest hall. The deacons and monks all joined their palms and bowed to leave. Only the abbot led Zhao Shen into the house.When the two of them sat down, the little novice came up with a celadon lotus-pattern pot with a chicken head and a beak, and then brought two cups together, before leaving.The abbot poured the hot tea in the pot into the cup, Zhao Shen took it, and saw that the tea cup and the cup holder were connected by enamel, which was very delicate.After taking a sip, I feel astringent in the mouth at first, bitter taste when swallowing, but after putting the teacup away, I feel that the aftertaste is weak.

The abbot had already seen that he didn't know how to do this, so he said with a smile: "I heard that some of the ministers of the previous court called tea drinking water, what does the general think?"

Zhao Shen smiled and said, "It's still good."

More than a hundred years ago, when the Hu people went south from outside the Great Wall to fight in the Central Plains, the Han people moved south in large numbers, and the tea drink was once extinct.It was not until Emperor Wen moved his capital to Luoyang to devote himself to Sinicization, and scholars from the Southern Dynasties defected to it, that this thing gradually reappeared in the Northern Dynasties.

The abbot added more tea to the middle of the cup and said: "I heard that when Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty first moved the capital, Wang Zhong who helped him build this Luocheng came from the Southern Dynasty. He was used to eating fish soup and drinking tea. People in Luocheng called him Leaky. Once Emperor Wen asked him how mutton is like fish soup, and how tea is like buttermilk. He said that fish and sheep are both precious, but tea is not as good as buttermilk. In fact, the style of tea should not be inferior to buttermilk. But people in the world call tea a dairy slave because of Wang Zhong's words, which is really unfair for it."

Zhao Shendao: "The buttermilk is strong, it's not comparable to tea."

The abbot smiled and said: "Although the tea is light, the lingering fragrance is long. Although it is not strong, it will never end. Besides, it has the medicinal property of meditation. Its rhyme is also far away, and its way is also tough. The general will always realize the taste of it in the future."

Gossiping for a while, Zhao Shen asked about the gift, and finally said: "I have one more thing to ask."

The abbot said: "Please speak."

Zhao Shen took out a stack of papers from his bosom, put his hands on the abbot and said, "I am going to Longhua Mountain, and I want to perform rituals during the Yulan Basin Festival. I have a few scrolls of scriptures here, please take them with you." In front of the Buddha, please make some offerings on your behalf."

The abbot was surprised to hear that this was the case.After taking it for a while, he saw that it was a copy of "Great Wisdom Theory" copied on white linen paper, so he asked, "I wonder what the general wants to ask before the Buddha?"

Zhao Shen was taken aback when he heard this, and said calmly, "It's nothing," after thinking about it, "I'm just asking for some peace of mind."

When I came out of the temple, it was already dark.Zhou Gan untied the horse's reins on the horse post outside the temple, wiped the saddle dry, and gave the rain cape to Zhao Shen.Zhao Shen just said: "You put it on, the rain is not too heavy, so I will be like this." After saying that, he jumped on the horse and looked back at the red-lacquered temple gate.I saw a thin layer of water curtain on the open ground paved with stone slabs in front of the temple, and the raindrops fell on it, splashing a little bit of water.The white horse stone statue in front of the temple gate shines brightly in the dark night rain, and the rainwater trickles down the carved mane.It has stood silently like this for hundreds of years.

When the sky was slightly bright the next day, before the rain stopped, more than ten monks from Baima Temple were already waiting at the gate of the city.The soldiers guarding the west gate were ordered to open the city, and the monks gave alms to them.Zhao Shen looked at his back from the top of the city, in the drizzle, the monks' loose robes were blown up by the wind, like hunting banners.

In the distance of Xiyan camp, torches were already lit, and two rows of rows were lined up to form a passage.Under the dark sky, dots of golden and red flames are connected together, like boiling molten iron flowing in the sword casting tank, winding all the way to the west.For hundreds of years, how many illustrious people in Luoyang City meandered to Longhua Mountain to pay homage to pray for blessings.Today, there are no believers on the road, brocade tents, and no treasured chariots accompanying them, drums and music playing, only a few people in the vast world.All the monks walked slowly between the battle formations of the two armies, chanting scriptures together in a low voice, which could not be heard even in the wind.

Gu Yanbin on the top of the city sighed softly: "I only know after seeing this scene today, even if it is just a vain thought, it is so shocking."

Zhao Shen was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Your emotion is also for others and yourself."

But it is said that master Huiming in Longhua Mountain has set up a Yulan basin offering, and sent his disciples to the foot of the mountain to meet the monks of Baima Temple.On the evening of July [-]th, although the sky was still not clear, the rain had stopped. A disciple came to report: "The abbot of Baima Temple and his party have arrived at the foot of the mountain."

Huiming took his disciples out to meet him. After a while, he saw several monks walking up the mountain supporting the old abbot.When the abbot saw Huiming, he clasped his hands together and smiled, "I haven't seen you for a long time, is everything safe and sound, Master?"

Huiming said: "Everything is well, welcome to the abbot." After letting the abbot to the gate of the mountain, he said, "My house here is crude, and the master is willing to store the treasures in the temple here temporarily. It really shines."

The abbot raised his eyes and sighed softly: "You have devoted yourself to cultivating in this mountain, and you are standing next to the Buddhist cave. From a distance, you can see the mighty river. In comparison, my place seems to be a turbid world. I am ashamed."

Before the words fell, someone suddenly said: "If the abbot Baocha is in a turbid world, wouldn't we be in a dark ditch and a dirty cellar?"

Everyone looked back and saw two people climbing up the mountain. The middle-aged scribe in front of them looked elegant, followed by a young man in his twenties, also dressed as a Confucian scholar.When the abbot and Huiming met, it turned out to be Pei Yu, the supervisor of the Xiyan Army, and they both saluted, "So it's Mr. Pei."

Pei Yu said: "I didn't report it, but I just envied the ancestral court of Shiyuan, so I followed it. It's impolite to disturb." He added, "I ordered the camp to prepare some offerings and send them to the mountain tomorrow."

The second monk hurriedly said, "Don't dare."

Pei Yu said with a smile, "This is really a commonplace thing, it's really insignificant." Pointing to Li Ji behind him, he said, "This matter is free for him to arrange with the mage's disciples, and the two of us will not talk about these trivial matters. "

Everyone laughed, so they entered the temple together.There is only one main hall facing you, and Huiming ordered: "Send the bones of Zhu Falan and She Moteng to the underground palace. The scriptures are afraid of being wet, so send them to my meditation room first." Lead me to pay homage to the remains of the two eminent monks first, Mr. Pei, please go with me."

Several people passed through the Buddhist hall, and saw two stone slabs facing each other under the base of the main hall, on which were embossed a green lion and a white elephant with six tusks, which were the mounts of the two Bodhisattvas Manjusri and Samantabhadra.A monk stepped forward and pushed open the stone door, saying: "The bones of the master have been enshrined inside."

A few people climbed up the stairs and went down. At first, it was a narrow and dark tunnel, and then around the corner, the light of candlesticks flashed inside.Huiming said to the abbot: "This Longhua Mountain is a stone mountain. There was no such underground palace in this temple. After the rain a few years ago, a piece of the main hall suddenly collapsed. When I visited it, I felt that it was a small room of its own, so I repaired the temple. It will be rebuilt from time to time. No one sets foot on it on weekdays, so it is very suitable to store the precious treasures of your temple."

After hearing this, Pei Yu nodded slightly, and looked around, and found that the length and width of the underground palaces were only about two feet wide.There is a statue on the altar on the front side, with delicate bones and clear bones, wearing rich clothes, eyebrows and eyes lowered, and a slight smile on the lips, which means understanding and chic.In the swaying light and shadow in the room, it feels more tranquil and vivid.On the front table, there are two blue-glazed lotus statues. The two great monks worshiped three times. Pei Yu bowed and retreated to the side, lowered his head and closed his eyes, chanting sutras silently.The room was quiet for a while, and after a while, only the abbot sighed and sang, and said in a long voice: "Goodness..."

Out of the underground palace, Huiming led the two of them into the meditation room at the back of the hall, and the party smiled and said, "I have never seen the original 42 chapters of the scriptures in the White Horse Temple. It is really rare to have such a chance to see them in this life."

Glancing at Pei Yu in a blink of an eye, and then at the abbot, he smiled and said, "I made a slip of the tongue."

Pei Yu didn't take it seriously when he saw that although he called him a "slip of the tongue".Knowing that this was intentional to point out that he was here, he blinked and smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "The mage never said anything wrong. It doesn't matter why, it's a chance for me and the two of you to meet here at this time."

The abbot took a look at the two of them, and only smiled and said nothing.

When they arrived at Huiming's Zen room, several young monks were tidying up. Seeing several people coming in, they all saluted and said, "The scriptures and scrolls have all been placed. Afraid of the dampness of the ground, I have taken out winter blankets and put them under the head."

Huiming nodded and said, "Very good."

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the scriptures were passed on by white horses, and the scriptures carried from Tianzhu were all inscribed on the plates of Bedoruo.After arriving in Los Angeles, the local monks transcribed and translated it, and then spread it all over the world.The Bayeux scriptures of that year have been lost after several wars. This time, the abbot brought them out from the White Horse Temple and hid them in the underground palace under the temple together with the bones of eminent monks.But what is placed in Huiming's room now is the earliest complete copy, which is already rare in the world.Pei Yu saw that the outside of the scripture scroll was tightly wrapped with several layers of oiled paper, and at this moment, the abbot took a paper knife and gently opened it.

Pei Yu washed his hands with clean water, wiped them dry carefully, sat down near him, and said "please" repeatedly, then Fang carefully took out the scroll and read it.Although Huiming and the abbot didn't have a deep friendship with Pei Yu, they can see that he is cold and unruly.At this moment, he is so pious and respectful, his eyes and eyes are full of peace and joy, and his heart is secretly filled with emotion.At that time, the Xiyan army had already surrounded Luo City like an iron barrel, and there were no reinforcements outside. The generals in charge of the two sides were both tough-tempered, and a bitter battle was inevitable.It is very difficult to predict who will win and who will lose, let alone what will happen inside and outside the city even when the winner is determined.Seeing that the tragic battle is approaching, and looking at the people who read the scriptures happily, how can they not sigh that the hearts of the people in this world are so terrible and ridiculous.

The two monks were silent for a long time, Pei Yu suddenly seemed to wake up, and said with a smile: "I lost my mind, I am tired, you two will accompany me, please bear with me."

The abbot said: "You are welcome, sir." Suddenly remembered something, and said to Huiming, "When I was out of the city, someone asked me to burn these transcribed scriptures in front of the Buddha during the Obon Festival, praying for peace and peace of mind. Master, please do it for me. "

Huiming took a look at it, and said with a smile, "So it's a copy of Dazhilun."

Suddenly Pei Yu said from the side: "Where did the abbot get this scripture?"

The abbot said: "To tell you the truth, sir, it belongs to General Zhao and me in Luocheng." He also said, "I really don't want the generals who are about to learn characters to copy the right army in front of them."

Pei Yu glanced at the scriptures, his expression changed a little, he just sneered and said, "Master, I've lost my sight, this is definitely not written by Zhao Shen, he is defending the city and his head is burnt out, how can he have the leisure to write about this."

Huiming glanced at it and said, "That's the same. Let's see that the handwriting is euphemistic, elegant and beautiful. It really has some skills, so I don't know who wrote it."

Pei Yu said: "The great monk thinks this handwriting is admirable?"

Huiming said with a smile: "Mr. is from the hometown of the Qin and Han Dynasties. I think you have a lot of knowledge about seal and script here. Why don't you come and listen."

Pei Yu said: "I only saw that this is a letter of guarantee, so I underestimated him in my heart."

Huiming laughed and said, "Sir, a person with such a strong backbone and strict laws, is he from the Han Dynasty?"

Pei Yu also ignored the light teasing in the joke, and said directly: "I don't talk about Qin Zhuan and Han Li, but only the statues I saw in the Buddhist caves in Longhua Mountain. It is dignified and neat, but it also has a majestic, majestic, majestic, majestic spirit; looking at this running script again, the regular script is not like regular script, and the grass is not like grass. By the end of the sound, the sensuality has become somewhat severe.

These people were chatting, but they didn't know why Pei Yu got angry suddenly. To him, this was a bit of a loss of composure.The abbot watched silently, and said calmly at this time: "Sir, do you recognize this word?"

Pei Yu said coldly, "I don't know."

The abbot only smiled and said: "If you care about it, you will be confused. Just now, sir, you are upset."

The author has something to say:

The Wang Zhong mentioned is actually Wang Su, and this "dairy slave" stalk is also a little flattering

The chicken head mouth celadon lotus pattern pot, even the support cup, and the celadon lotus statue are all styles unearthed from the tombs of the Northern Dynasties. The last one, because I don’t know much about the funeral rites of the Northern Dynasties, I moved it as an urn...

"Calm and vigorous, dignified and neat, strong and elegant, and magnificent and majestic" are the words of Kang Youwei's praise of the nineteen products of Longmen, all rights reserved, hereby explain

As for the running script, Lao Pei was confused and confused. I personally have no opinion on running script...