The person in the photo is sitting on the left side of the wooden table, wearing a cassock, no longer has yellow beards on his chin, his mouth slightly to the right, his eyes are thin and small, but full of kindness.

Time sways, and the early autumn sun shines on a photo through the window lattice.

The person in the photo is sitting on the left side of the wooden table, wearing a cassock, no longer having yellow beard on his chin, his mouth slightly to the right, his eyes are thin and small, but full of kindness.

His right hand was exposed, he picked up a string of Buddhist beads outside his sleeve, and wore shoes made of twisted steps of 时六文官文官文官文官文官文官网.

Master Hongyi is old, his face full of the mark of time. All sentient beings in the Dharma Realm have suffered great suffering, given alms and protected the southern mountains, and lived in China for a long time.

Years keep urging him to the footsteps. He does not care about life and death, but is detached and calm, and only wants to cultivate his mind and give him favors while walking.

So when he saw that it had become a trend for the students of Nanputuo Temple College to disobey the constraints and the situation was much worse than before, he decided to set up a monk education institution, and Master Ruijin was responsible for preparing and asked the master to give the name to the school.

Master Ruijin's words are full of awe. The key to education is to cultivate students' integrity. The Book of Changes says that Meng is used to nourish the righteousness, which is called the Buddhist gongyuan.

Hongyi looked at a corner of the sky outside the window, thinking a little.

Disciples have faith in their hearts and strictly abide by the rules and regulations of monks. This is the original intention and expectation of Master Hongyi to run the school.

Therefore, disciples who can enter this Buddhist academy for further study must have a simple and simple character.

Regarding the spread of Dharma, Master Hongyi always adheres to doing his best to give his life and pray for it. His mind has no distracting thoughts, and his return is a journey, in preaching the scriptures, practicing calligraphy and chanting Buddha's name.

Time passes by, and in a blink of an eye, the old year is over, and it is another spring. What has the years taken away and what has left behind? On the road of cultivation, Master Hongyi has gradually understood that it does not matter whether it is staying or leaving or gain or loss, everything is in the heart.

He had long heard that the Wenling Nursing Home in Quanzhou has a quiet scenery and a strong cultural atmosphere.

was the first Jinshi in the Tang Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, he was the first Jinshi, Ouyang Zhan’s Family Temple. In the Song Dynasty, he also taught here, so he yearned for it.

When the preparations for the Intermediate People's Court were on track, he packed his luggage and moved here to live for a while.

Master Hongyi specially instructed Mr. Dong Ye Qingyan of the courtyard to avoid disturbing the normal life of people in the courtyard.

"I only stay for 15 days, and I have two meals every morning and afternoon. There should be no more than two vegetables. If anyone comes to visit, please inform me first."

The afternoon sun was a little lazy. Master Hongyi and dozens of elderly people sat in the yard and talked casually. He did not speak of Buddhism, but only talked about daily trivial matters.

He did not have a waiter by his side, and he did everything he had to accumulate water, chop firewood, cook tea, sweep the floor, and wipe the case.

Some of the elderly will talk about their past when they were young. Master Hongyi just smiled and listened quietly as the sunlight spread on the wrinkled robes, his heart full of peace.

There is another pavilion in the courtyard called Zhuhua Pavilion. It was destroyed in troubled times and no one went there. Mr. Ye Qingyan planned to re-ed up it, so he begged Master Hongyi to write a banner.

He never stings with his words, and dips his pen on the ink and then falls the word "明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明明� While Master Hongyi was living in the nursing home, there were endless people coming to ask for words. Master Hongyi wrote Namo Amitabha on plain paper, never letting him leave any regrets.

15, Master Hongyi fulfilled his promise, packed his luggage, and decided to go to Jingfeng Temple .

This time, the master came to Quanzhou. Most people in the state came to ask for words and less of them. It is a pity. Ye Qingyan lay Buddhists are reluctant to give up and unwilling to accept their feelings. They are Fa Buddhists, so there is no need to be a difference between them.

Master Hongyi's eyes were full of smiles. After saying that, he held a western staff in his hand and walked slowly out the door.

Hui'an County 30 miles east peninsula is located on the hill of Jingfeng Temple. This place faces the sea on three sides. When the night is quiet, you can hear the sound of the waves slamming the shore. The stones on the hills are exquisitely overlapping, just like treasures worshipped on the desk in the study.

There is very cool in summer. In winter, the mountains block the north wind, so I don’t feel cold.

Master Hongyi came here for the first time and had the idea of ​​living here forever.

On the way to Jingfeng Temple, he saw that most men over 40 years old here were hanging their hair, and the women's outfits were even more simple, with the legacy of the early Qing Dynasty.

Master Hongyi was quite happy, as if he was in a paradise. He came to Jingfeng Temple this year and saw that the peaks were ancient, or that he was about to live in secluded life, so he was gone.

Master Hongyi couldn't help but write a letter to his friend to tell him his inner joy. As he grows older, he no longer wants to travel around. This may be the best place to go.

lives here. He either corrects Buddhist scriptures, writes lectures, or lives in preaching the scriptures, practicing calligraphy and chanting Buddha's name, just like a lake in the middle of the night, calm and leisurely.

Every time he preached, he always walked to the Buddha statue calmly and gently, lit three incense sticks of devoutly, inserted it into the incense burner with awe, and then slowly turned around and sat on the square Zen chair , and began to tell the content with a smile.

He spoke seriously, and the monks could also be impressed. After the story was finished, Master Hongyi bowed deeply and walked out of the Buddhist temple slowly.

I said that I have not planted it, and the flowers have not bloomed. Is there no home color, and I will leave it to future generations.

Everything in the world has been arranged long ago and will not change according to your own wishes. The fate has not come, and the demands are fruitless.

So, after the abbot of Jingfeng Temple left for some reason. Master Hongyi was in trouble and had to leave here and return to Quanzhou again.

It was October when we were about to leave. The heat gradually faded and the autumn wind was getting cooler. Master Hongyi could not wait until next year. Although the flowers were filled with regrets, they were not upset. After all, letting things go naturally is his always upholding of life beliefs. The road to cultivation is long and rugged, and wind and rain will come at any time.

Because of the long-term tossing and turning, and The place of southern Fujian is too damp, Master Hongyi was bedridden after returning to Quanzhou, his high fever did not subside, and his hands and feet were swollen and rotten. After one night, the symptoms migrated to the lower buttocks and blood flowed continuously. After a while, the upper buttocks gradually swollen and rotten.

This time the disease is like a flood breaking through the dam, coming in full force and powerless.

Because Master Hongyi refused to take the medicine, the condition continued to develop a few days later, and all bystanders were heartbroken.

The sunset gradually introduced into the back mountain, and the birds flapped their wings and flew back to their nests. The night darkened layer by layer and became thicker and thicker.

Master Hongyi knew that his life was about to end. His Highness kept guarding his summoned master's will: Before the fate, please help chant the Buddha's name outside the cloth tent, but there is no need to recite it often. Do not move your body after the fate is locked and stand for eight hours. After eight hours, do not wipe your body and wash your face. That is, wrap it with a broken clip outside the clothes you carry with you, and send it to the back of the building to stand in the valley for three days. If there is a tiger's food, it will be good. Otherwise, it will be burned on the spot after three days, and then notify him after the burning. Never inform us early before and after the death. Everything is extremely simple and must be done in one way, otherwise it will be a rebellious son.

Several months have passed, and the cold winter is already early spring. The bougainvillea outside the wall of Wenling Nursing Home blooms in full bloom after the breeze blows. Perhaps the mission of this life has not been completed, and the other side is still ahead. Master Hongyi gradually recovers after recuperation.

The monks came to visit and asked about his condition.

"Don't ask if I am cured of my illness, but ask if I am chanting Buddha's name." Master Hongyi said it very seriously word by word.

What else is worth fearing? What else to nostalgate for? After experiencing life and death, my heart is even more fragrant, and flowers bloom silently in the morning.

At dusk, there is no trace in the air. In the cycle of morning, dusk, evening and night, there will always be new meanings and inspirations in nature. As long as you are good at listening to the voice of your heart.

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