Read Mr. Chen Benhao's essay "Prayer for Blessings" and share the author's "I often go to Wanshou Temple to worship incense, and I also take into account a ...... of communication with the compassionate abbotExperience.
On the sixth day of the first month of the Year of the Dragon, at 10:30 a.m., a solemn prayer ceremony was held in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Wanshou Temple. The abbot of compassion was wearing a red robe, and handed the twelve Buddha incense sticks lit in his hand to us kneeling on the **, with three sticks in each hand. Lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows to accept the Buddha's incense, looked at the golden relief text of "Respond to Requests" on the incense, knelt in front of the seat of Shakyamuni devoutly, and prayed for the blessing of his family and country in silent recitation. May the purple air of the Year of the Dragon come to the east, the light of the Buddha shines, and good luck lasts for a long time. Looking at Chen Lisheng beside him, his brows were tightly locked, knowing the pain of the meniscus damage, and signaling that he could stand up, Buddhism is tolerant. But he shook his head firmly, and insisted on the process for half an hour to complete a successful prayer, what kind of power is this kind of support? He was usually afraid of climbing the stairs, but today he insisted on kneeling and worshipping for so long with a smile on his face and a slight sweat, and I believe that the Buddha will bless him.
Just entered the Buddhist temple, and the abbot of compassion and boths to wish the New Year! Suddenly, a familiar whisper came from beside him, and he met the young and beautiful Mr. Wang Yan again. She showed a smile as pure as a mountain flower, which was naturally elegant and fragrant in the absence of decoration and release. A few years ago, we gathered together to eat at the vegetarian meal of Wanshou Temple, and bathed in the light of the Buddha's fate in the abbot's true blessing. In this special prayer ceremony on the sixth day of the first lunar month, I met her unexpectedly, which made people infected with a knot close to the Buddha, and a warm spring of tenderness in the cordiality. Sincerely feeling pregnant with the heavens, and not stingy to sow so many unexpected opportunities to the world, people are psychedelic in the mystery of the morning mist. In an instant, it was clear why so many wonderful sentences were born in the poet's pen. With Wang Yan, the acquaintance mark engraved by the knife inadvertently, cherished with heart and reluctantly, the gift of heaven and earth, and the deep knot of Buddha!
Under the guidance of the compassionate abbot, we walked into the tea hall together to "drink tea". The compassionate abbot rolled up the Buddha's sleeves and carried the pot before sitting in the sea of tea, and the exchange without shelter was like a mountain spring. Talking about life and humanities, he is not afraid to touch on those political topics that cannot be separated. A pure and quiet exchange, without the collision of interests and the intertwining of ideas, just a heartfelt pouring and expression. The compassionate abbot is always better than us to sit upright, straighten out, unravel, and smile with a kind face, all of which make people admire the deep cultivation of Buddhism. Every time I communicate with the abbot, the block that is stuck in my heart suddenly disperses, and I harvest the light and epiphany under the light of the Buddha in a relaxed and happy way. This is also the cause and effect of my frequent visits to Wanshou Temple, and I often unconsciously have the idea of meeting the compassionate abbot, and it seems that this life is still the same. The profound cultural accumulation of the master of compassion, especially the calligraphy in recent years, has more and more highlighted the depth of Huang Tingjian, allowing people to realize the root of filial piety at the bottom of the hidden ink fragrance.
Chen Litian has been yearning for the calligraphy of the compassionate abbot for a long time, and he wants to get a piece of calligraphy, but he is difficult to open his mouth. Seeing that the compassionate abbot is not only cheerful today, but also refreshed, the ink platform is close to him, the pen and ink paper have long been resting, and the thick ink fragrance is smelled in the faint close, why not seize the knot of fate? In order to expand the infection and spread of Buddhist calligraphy in the beauty of **, I made a request for ink on behalf of Litian in a smile, and the compassionate abbot smiled and agreed. Litian directly described the incomprehensible entanglement in the business field of changing from a literati, and just wanted to seek a watering and nourishment of spring rain. Therefore, he begged the abbot to write an article for him to correct the error. In the face of the benevolent master who was holding a pen on the ink table, Chen Lisheng timely asked to write two pieces of calligraphy, so that one could be hung in the company's headquarters and the other in the study at home. After a little pondering, the two calligraphy of "keeping the right and bringing forth the new" and "rejoicing freely" jumped on the paper, and Litian silently browsed among the calligraphy, and the eyebrows and foreheads were relieved to open up.
At 10:30, under the guidance of the compassionate abbot, Lisheng, Litian, and Lisheng's youngest son Chen Xun, we climbed the ladder step by step and stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Palace. The monks have already stood in front of the Buddha platform, dutifully holding all kinds of Buddhist vessels, and under the instruction of the compassionate abbot, the blessing puja officially kicked off. They chanted a series of incomprehensible Sanskrit mantras, turning low and back in a uniform tune. Among the percussion vessels are wooden fish, small drums, and several small musical instruments that cannot be named, and the hands of the monks who are beating while chanting sutras make friendly music. A burst of pure music drifted from near and far to the place where the mountains and clouds rose outside the Buddhist temple. A song of ungrateful Buddha tones, gently crashed into my heart, microwave ripples make people inexplicably perceive in the gradual clarity, a novel picture, in the illusion slowly draw a wonderful world, will lead the soul of the domain to the depths.
Chen Lisheng and I often go to Wanshou Temple to pay homage to incense, just to dispel the fog in our hearts, seek the guidance of the Buddha, and take into account the access and thoughts of communicating with the compassionate abbot. In recent years, on the sixth day of the first lunar month, we have been there on time, just to bathe in the dew of the prayer ceremony. Overnight, Chen Xun drove to pick him up at 9 a.m., and he came ten minutes early to signal his arrival. The rain in the morning has long stopped, the sky is clear, the breeze blows the meaning of soft spring, sit in the car that opens the door and wait, all the way to Jinlong Street. Litian drove back from Nanhu to Hubei, but Lisheng went from south to north, and Chen Xun and I drove out from east to west, heading towards Wanshou Temple located in the Western Regions. When approaching the ** bridge section, I received a call from Litian and met at the intersection of Yunjingshan Road. When we met, he smiled and said, those who are far away always come early, and those who are close often arrive last, you can hold on! Before Litian's words were finished, Lisheng's car was unconsciously approaching, and everyone drove forward silently.
This book is also too good-looking Chen Benhao, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a folk ** person, is from Wuhan Jiangxia. He has published three collections of essays and seven collections of non-fiction literature. The four-volume long-form documentary literature "Peking Opera Tanmen" was included in the key support projects of the Chinese Writers Association in 2019, shortlisted for the 8th Lu Xun Literature Award, and won the 8th Hubei Literature Award.