He was dressed in white and stood in a vast wilderness. The long wind swept across the vast land, blowing slowly from behind him, and his clothes fluttered, as if he might float away at any time, and feathered into the sky. Whether it was subconscious intuition or telepathy, when he raised his eyes, a white horse like the spirit of heaven and earth, from a snow-capped mountain in the distant sky and a touch of white clouds, swept through the green grass like the wind, galloped to him. Without thinking about it, he got on his horse and galloped west......"Yi'er, Yi'er, Yi'er......"Who is Yi'er? Who is Yi'er? The name, and the voice, is so affectionate and so familiar.
Chen Yi, son, are you going to **? He suddenly remembered: his surname is Chen, his name is Yi, Chen Yi is his common name, Yi'er, is himself! Then, he suddenly realized that the familiar and kind voice was the call of his mother! Mother, I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay with your old man? However, the white steed under his crotch did not stop galloping, and still galloped to the west with the sound of the wind as before. "Yi'er, you are my son, are you going to **? The mother cried out in a hoarse voice. For some reason, instead of reining in the horse's reins, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly and urged his mount to speed up. "Yi'er, you left your mother in such a hurry, what do you want to go? As he continued to gallop westward, he replied, "In order to seek the Dharma, I must ......."The white Pegasus ran faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it was gone, leaving only a long series of horses' hooves between heaven and earth: da-......"Bang, bang, bang. "Bang, bang, bang. "Oh, it's not the sound of horses' hooves, it's the sound of a watchman coming from the street outside the temple. Just after the third watch, it was the time when the night was quiet, and the entire Chang'an City was immersed in a thick dreamland. However, Xuanzang tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep anyway. Because of that strange dream just now. This is an old dream, a dream that his mother once had: shortly after he was born, his mother had a dream that he was dressed in white and riding a white horse, and he was gone. Because of the lingering of this old dream, Xuanzang involuntarily thought of his mother, his relatives, and his hometown after many years of absence. He lay on the bed, but his thoughts were like a white sail stirring in the west wind, flowing down the Weishui Valley to the east, converging into the Yellow River, rushing out of Tongguan, crossing Sanmenxia, and floating between Heluo. In Wushi County, 80 miles southeast of Luozhou, there is a beautiful valley - Phoenix Valley. It is bordered by Zhongyue Song Mountain in the east, Yique Longmen in the west, Wan'an Mountain in the south, and Baiyun Mountain in the north. The rivers of the world flow eastward, and the Xiushui River, which meanders in the Phoenix Valley, rushes westward for dozens of miles, joining the famous Luo River. For this reason, this unique stretch of river is called the "Backward River". Xiushui River is clear and sound, the clear waves are leisurely, flowing quietly, the hills on both sides of the river valley are undulating, the green trees are shady, and there is a small village hidden in the faint mist on the east bank, called Chenhe Village, also known as Chenbao Valley. This small village near the mountains and rivers is his hometown. Different from the mud thatched houses scattered in the village, the second courtyard of a blue brick house in the south of the village looks simple and noble, dignified and elegant, and the antique color is full of books. Twenty-seven years ago, in the west wing of the backyard, a baby boy croaked to the ground—the place where he was born. His father, Chen Hui, had already mastered the scriptures and devoted himself to the tomb. Poetry, calligraphy and painting, all of which are refined; Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, all of which are incomprehensible, so he was cited as filial piety and honesty, and successively served as the commander of Chen Liu and Jiangling County. The Chen family has been an official for generations, and the poems and books are handed down, so the atmosphere is different. His father, Chen Hui, married the daughter of Song Qin, the chief of Luoyang, and had four sons and one daughter. He is ranked fourth and is the youngest baby bump in the Chen family, and his father named him "Yi", hoping that he will have a good future and a good life. The eldest brother Chen Lin is ten years older than him, the second brother Chen Su was born eight years early, and even the third brother Chen You has eaten four more New Year's dinners than him. "Yi'er, fourth brother, come. He seemed to hear a long call, going back more than twenty years of time and space, and reaching his ears. So, his eyes penetrated the vast dark night, crossed thousands of miles of Guanshan, as if he saw a teenage girl, pulling a four or five-year-old boy, out of the courtyard gate of the former residence ......"Little fourth, fourth brother, come, my sister will take you to Phoenix Valley to play. "It's my sister. My sister is six years older than him, and in the past six months, my mother's health has been good and bad, often bedridden, and it has always been my sister who leads him to play, takes him to play, and takes care of his clothes and meals. Hand in hand with his sister, he walked through a grove of bushes to a wide, steep platform. On the terrace, the sycamore is tall, the ancient acacia is verdant, the green trees are mixed with flowers, and the colors are colorful, just like the fairyland on earth. However, legend has it that a long time ago, there was a lot of miasma all year round, black fog was filled, crops did not grow, and the trees were ......One early morning in the early spring of that year, when the morning glow reflected the red eastern sky, a colorful phoenix flew from the southeast. It is bathed in colorful glow and hovers and soars above the high platform. Above the clouds, between heaven and earth, its high-pitched and loud long roar echoed from time to time. So, as it danced and cried, the fog that shrouded the high platform receded, the miasma dissipated, the bright morning glow sprinkled all over the platform, and the auspicious light shone on the valley. All kinds of birds flew from all directions, surrounding the colorful phoenix, flying up and down, chirping and singing, forming a flowing wreath ...... in the airThe colorful phoenix chirped three times surrounded by birds, slid a beautiful arc in the air, and landed in the middle of the high platform. Immediately, it roared and summoned a magical heavenly fire from the glow that burned in the distant sky, igniting the wild grass and vines, dead branches and leaves on the high platform. The flesh and blood of the rainbow was tormented by the raging fire, but instead of running away or retreating, it flapped its wings against the tongue of fire, leaping and dancing. The red firelight reflected its beautiful face, flashing with youthful brilliance; The sparks ignited by its colorful feathers are like the flame of a beautiful dream......Gradually, the fire consumed everything on the high platform, and everything that was rotten and corrupted was reduced to ashes. And the magical colorful phoenix, after experiencing the torment of fire and the test of pain, has obtained a new life - phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire! Its feathers are brighter and its chirping is louder. It flapped its wings, circled over the high platform, and then flew into the vast distance, melting into the high heavens—at that moment, a red sun erupted from the eastern sky, and new sunlight sprinkled all over the high platform, illuminating the river valley. Since then, this high hill has been named Phoenix Terrace, and the river valley has also been named Phoenix Valley. "Sister, is Caifeng still flying back? He asked, blinking his eyes wide and tilting his head. "I'm back, and I've flown back! There was a hint of cunning in my sister's eyes.
Yes? Why haven't I seen it? He looked around eagerly. "Daddy said that the phoenix is not a mortal thing, and it must not be inhabited. My sister hugged him, "Yi'er, you are our phoenix!" So, like a happy bird, he spread his winged arms and flew down the Phoenix Terrace in the cool breeze and flew to the beach of the Phoenix Valley. The Xiushui River at the bottom of the valley has a gentle flow and rippling blue waves, which are crystal clear. Small fish and shrimp swim among the pebbles, as if the children of the village are playing hide and seek. The reeds on both sides of the river beach are green, and the wildflowers are in full bloom, and there is a layer of flowers and plants that are unique to the fragrance. A few fluttering butterflies, I don't know whether they were dazzled by the sparkling water waves, or intoxicated by the sweet fragrance of flowers, they looked drunk and flew around him. Later, a huge colorful butterfly simply landed on the back of his white and tender, chubby left hand. His left arm remained motionless, and he did not even dare to breathe, for fear of frightening the beautiful creature. And his cheeks with an innocent smile are really bright as flowers. "Fourth brother, what are you doing? Seeing him standing among the wildflowers for a long time, my sister came over curiously. Immediately, she also saw the rare and beautiful butterfly. The idea of catching it and keeping it came to her mind naturally. However, as soon as she moved, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away. He smiled and watched as the butterfly flew over the Xiushui River and disappeared into the flowers on the other side. My sister is not sorry that she did not catch a butterfly, because the colorful wildflowers on the river beach attracted her attention. So, she jumped to a blue flower. However, as soon as her fingertips touched the flower branch, her brother hurriedly shouted, "Sister, don't pick it, don't touch it!" My sister subconsciously retracted her hand and asked puzzledly, "Why?" Is this flower poisonous? ”
How can such a beautiful flower be poisonous? ”
Then why don't you let it be picked? Little boys don't like nice flowers? "Absolutely. We also love to look at all kinds of flowers. "Then we'll take it home." He said melancholy, "But when we take it away, no one else can see it, and dragonflies, butterflies, and birds will not see it." My sister said, "I picked flowers, mainly to show them to my mother." My mother has been lying in bed for more than a month, and she must be eager to see the scenery outside......He bit his lip and said softly, "However, if the flower branch is broken, the flower will hurt very ......much."At this time, the third brother Chen You found Phoenix Valley. Chen You has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and he can't walk long distances, so he rarely stays away from home like he does today. Could it be that something urgent is happening at home? Sure enough, Chen You said breathlessly: "Quick, you, you two hurry, go back, mother, mother is dying......When my sister heard this, she burst into tears. He looked ignorant: What do you mean by not working? Why can't my mother? My sister didn't have time to explain to him, but said, "Yi'er, you go home with the third brother." After speaking, he threw him and Chen You away, and ran in the direction of the village by himself. The third brother Chen You breathed three times in one step, while others had short calves and couldn't walk fast. By the time they returned home, the Chen family's compound had already gathered many relatives and neighbors who had heard the news. People were weeping silently, trying not to cry out loud. As soon as he entered the house, he was picked up by a villager aunt and hurried to the west wing of the backyard - his mother's room. He saw his mother lying quietly on the bed, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
In his young heart, a fear that he had never felt before suddenly sprouted - from the pitiful eyes when people looked at him, from the heart-rending cries of his brothers and sisters, he really felt that his critically ill mother was really going to leave this time, forever - "Mother, mother! He broke free from the neighbor's aunt's arms, threw himself on the edge of the bed, and while crying bitterly, he shook his mother's arm vigorously, and said intermittently: "Mother, don't go, Yi'er is back!" Mother, don't you want Yi'er? Mother, open your eyes, open your eyes and look at Yi'er. Don't you really want Yi'er? Xu was his milky but heart-wrenching cry that woke up his dying mother. She slowly opened her eyes, and her discrete gaze gradually focused on Yi'er's immature face. Her fingers trembled, her lips moved, as if she wanted to wipe her tears for her beloved young son, and then tell her something. However, at this moment, her life is passing rapidly, and there is nothing she can do about it, so she can only project the last wisp of love, regret, and concern on her son......Yes, a four- or five-year-old child needs the love and care of a loving mother, how can she be willing to let go and let go? Just let go of the West, she won't be blind! Sure enough, the mother seemed to be caught in an endless sea of suffering, struggling in extreme pain, and her face showed a twisted and hideous bruise! Just when everyone was at a loss, the second brother Chen Su led the monks of Lingyan Temple back. Chen Yi's second brother Chen Su, who became a monk in childhood, entered the Pure Land Temple in Luoyang as a novice, and his legal name is Changjie. The day before yesterday, he returned home from Luoyang to visit his critically ill mother. An hour ago, he found that his mother's illness was getting worse and worse, and he had no way to recover, so he hurried to Lingyan Temple, which was eight miles away from home, and invited monks to come to his home to do things to surpass his mother. Because the Chen family has been worshiping Buddha for generations, it is the ** Tanyue of Lingyan Temple, so the abbot monk personally came to preside over the ceremony. The old monk found that Song's expression was painful and his face was hideous, and he must have struggled on the verge of death because of his concern. He shook the tin staff in his hand and said, "."Wan Qian cliff is lateThousands of flowers bloom in the moon. The cool yellow leaves of autumn have fallen,It's time to return to Bliss. The old monk walked to the sickbed and said to the Song family slowly: "Mrs. Chen, a lamb and a piece of grass, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. You can go without worrying too much. The old monk and the crowd will escort you back to the west. With the sound of a bell, Changjie and the monks began to recite the "Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra": "I smell it." At one time, the Buddha was defending the country, and the tree was given to the garden of solitude, and there were 1,250 monks and monks. They are all great arhats, and they are all knowledgeable ......The calm and serene chanting of the monks seemed to have a unique and magical charm, which not only made the heartbroken people temporarily forget their grief and sorrow, and listened to their chanting, but even the Song family, who was struggling on the line of death, gradually quieted down, and the cheeks that were originally distorted by pain were restored to their former dignified and beautiful. At that time, the Buddha told the elder Sariputta: From the West, there are more than 10 trillion Buddha lands, and there is a world name called Bliss, and there is a Buddha in its land, called Amitabha, and now he is saying the Dharma. For some reason, Xiao Chen Yi felt that the ** that the second brother was reciting was very familiar, and it seemed to have existed in his heart a long time ago. So he naturally recited along with them: "Sariputta, why is the land called Bliss? The sentient beings in the country have no suffering, but they receive all kinds of happiness, hence the name Blissful ......Perhaps under the guidance of Buddhist scriptures, or perhaps with the blessings of the monks, there was a faint smile on Song's bloodless face, a kind of peaceful ...... that escaped from the sea of suffering and returned to bliss