Gyejoksan Buddhist mountains. Although reputation can not be, and Tarzan and so on par, in my eyes, ornamental value is far greater than Mount Tai. In my name made slightly lower, since not gain the trust, but fortunately there is an illustrious fellow travelers: Xu Xia-ke. Xu Xia-ke has twice traveled Gyejoksan, title reads: "This is not the chief executive of chicken Hill, the first inside and also real."
Gyejoksan is located in Dali, Yunnan Province, because Yamagata is like a chicken foot is named. I also visited twice, and although several years later, still clearly in the chest, make up mind on this pick up a pen.
The stunning at first glance
That year in March, I am alone, carrying a backpack, to the Dali embarked. As the long day trip away, in the sit to Gyejoksan car, I feel a sleep car was parked. Off is Zhusheng Si, tour a bit rough, and there is not much different from other monasteries, so I turned out of the temple.
When I went to a junction, was immediately surrounded by a group of Amato, asked me to ride up the mountain. Finally get rid of them, I will be running leg lift. Within a short while, even deserted, no, only those distant mountains ringing caravan came.
Road winding, or purple or yellow flowers lined the heavens old trees everywhere, Ming sings kingfisher flashes at any time, I am joyful to running in this mountain Road, totally forgot there is heavy luggage behind.
Walking is limited, there is a wall of cypress pines hospital show. Came closer, a letter to "Muni Temple." Into the courtyard, surrounded by a quiet thing that strikes you, only the blast furnace of the curl of smoke and the bursts of Buddhist.
A blink of an eye, I saw Dianpang Gallery side sat a nun, is buried knit sweater. Light Infantry, I walked past, get in a word: "The Master, Zhimao Yi-na!" The nun, the rise of the moment, I was deterred: That Noodles Lip, relaxed and eyes, Not Fendai also match beauty. In my Daileng moment, then walked quickly into a nun buried backyard. The walls next to the paste: "tourist stop."
I have mixed feelings out of the courtyard, really I do not know what heavy blow to such a stunning woman fled to Buddhism. He switched to one thought: This person is not a vulgarian, where there can be with the laity? Everything! Everything! ! !
Lu-yu strange man
I move on from time to time come up with the placement of the camera shot a tripod for their own Foshan OK. When I was packing the camera, when suddenly appeared in front of the corner of a picture: first, crashing into the eye are two of about one meter in diameter, height of about 1.5 m 2 circular large baskets, which stood full of fresh wood are being pursued by a tall monk Dan Zhao Zhuang closer to me quickly.
I immediately flash to one side ready to take pictures. Ranging from I press the shutter, then a monk from the flash next to me. I hastily catching up with wanted to go to the front captured the spectacle. How helpless I can not go beyond the past, fast run. I am rather surprised that: he was just walking and did not run! I was in the sprint! ! ! Looked at his bare feet, I understand what it meant to Jianbu like a champ! I have only photographed his bare feet and the back of Tam heavy but light.
I originally did not believe in this world really have Feiyanzoubi the martial arts, I thought it was just a fairy tale created by Jin Yong. But when I saw him, I believed. After seeing that picture of people, all unconditionally believed. It is estimated that about 2 300 kg firewood basket weight, 300 pounds and he Danzhe the burden of walking but surpass my running. That if he did not load, he ran up? Behaved incredibly! (That picture is now in Chongqing, I wonder if I have the opportunity to come back here).
Coincidence Wizard
I move on, is he walked along, heard footsteps behind him. I would not help looking back, we saw two men dressed in green army civilian clothes came up to me. Not help in my mind, there are silk panic, in this deep forests, and if they want to rob, I can only hand over promotions of.
When they catch me, one of the MIGRAINEURS asked me: "how do you not ride ah?" I am strong laughed: "do not want to ride!" Could barely hear my language in the. He immediately introduced himself to: "We are Gyejoksan police station, I surnamed Zhang." Next to him people are introduced to: "I named Yang, who is our director!," Listening to their words, I This is a careful eye They looked at.
Sure enough, unlike the bad guys, his face without the slightest evil only righteousness. After a few Tuirang later, my backpack Xiao Yang who finally fell.
A few words, which I once described to them that I have just seen a monk Tam Ho. Mr. Chang said: That monk is currently under the auspices of The Young Emei, has traveled the great mountains and rivers of China, where are personally hosted reception, fame high. He just happens like the labor himself, so when he was stuck in Gyejoksan, he would go into the mountains every day, Tam Chai. (I do not know whether he still resides in the Gyejoksan, or other party has been Roaming).
We chatted while walking, I am glad I met the best tour guides because they are so familiar with the plants and trees Gyejoksan. Gyejoksan Historical Geography of the stories in their true impact on a clear front of me.
Pharmacist
As more and more steep mountain, I see the difficulty gradually. When I grit one's teeth to complete a certain stage, it suddenly shines, there is no shelter in Several Strains of Heng Fa Chuen in full bloom in front of me. Age of Several Strains of apricot that are not small, if a large canopy on the pink flowers in full bloom, although only 45, however, already is a sea of flowers. I wonder to forget the fatigue.
Came closer, in the apricot trees on the plains below, covered with full of medicinal herbs. Mr. Chang said to me: "look at the pharmacist in the past, do not!" With his fingers, Heng Fa Chuen glimpses of different scenes that I saw a hut. The door, saw the door Xu Yan. They had several more Lianjiao "pharmacist," but no response. Xiao Yang, said: "It is estimated pharmacist in meditation bar! We have to go take a look!" I follow them to bypass the cottage, out of about 100 meters far. Just listen to Xiao Yang, said: "Sure enough, here!"
I also asked "where", the Que Tu see the front of the cliff there is a pine tree next to a monk stood up. Not help soon as I exclaimed! Wai Waide pine tree out from the edge of a cliff exploration in Shucha tied the two long, but 50 wide, but 20 small wood. While the small wooden two meters long enough to leave the edge of a cliff, and that following is an abyss!
I have not yet fascinating stats, the pharmacist had been lightly jumped and landed in front of me. Gao Ren looked at this, I once again got a taste of the Canglongwohu Gyejoksan. In the hut sat a little before the Council, before leaving, the pharmacist gave me two packets of drugs, said Hill Chinese herbal medicine, fitness and strength of the. (Later, my father brought home to the bubble drink, it really feels good!)
Difficult ascent
All the way large and small, looked at dozens of temples, unfortunately I poor memory. Those who can not remember the name of the temple. Just remember that a small monastery, Xiao Yang Huan Lai yelling to his senior, had a pass for me to welcome song. That monk who saw hands and feet a dozen gong sounded, ah, ah bowl and the like, was deafening. Let my spirit stir.
As if each block before the mountain peak is the most difficult and dangerous journey. Gyejoksan is no exception. Distant to see the peak, looking at the steep stairs Jiaopang not afraid of your own heart. That step has just been hewn, there is no guardrail installation (now installed). About one meter wide, steep slope at about 60 degrees. Just looked at the body next to the understanding of friends, I did not wear the soft approach, only the grit one's teeth forging ahead.
Finally, finally summited. Having watched the hills surrounded by standing on the pinnacle of the South refers to Cang-er, North Point Yulong, heroic feelings spontaneously into the sky, like a generation of people-xia!
Morning classes
Overnight Peak, wind never stopped. Sleeping and heard someone knock on the door, listen to is Xiao Yang's voice, "look up classes in the morning!" I have not eyes open, only to hear the wind like a tsunami like the wolf whistling in the ear. I toot Nam said: "I do not read!" Helpless Xiao Yang indomitable Rao to call, I can only curse with their own rice dumplings wrapped in like a like to go out.
March 3240 meters above sea level between 4 o'clock, Leng Buleng? Strange if not cold! The day before I go further in the snow-na! I went to swing the hall along with Xiao Yang. A distance came the sound of wooden fish and recitation. Hall door came a look, there are forty to fifty a nun gathered here, all concentrate on doing early in the lesson.
I carefully looked at, but not met the day before that kind of stunning nun, unknowingly a bit disappointed. Suddenly Dihu me know, because I have found that nuns are all a seat unlined garment! I would not help quite a back straight, lift the rise, feeling not so cold.
Watching their devout faces, I do not know the feelings of their ill-fated, or the sigh Buddhism boundless!
Sunrise
As the bell ended the morning lesson. Xiao Yang took me to the concept on the stage, waiting for sunrise. At this time the crowd continued to gather here. The wind is still blowing, a bit overcast days, mist cascading, a large number of small peaks were all hidden. Xiao Yang, a bit worried, afraid of the fog will cover the sun, afraid I can not see the sunrise.
I was hopeful. Waiting in the sky of silk Hongxia saw the emergence of the Xia growing more and more red, then, a Nennen of red buds appeared, as the crowd cheers, red bud gradually expanded, a moment, a round similar to the egg yolk-like ball children jumped out of the sea of clouds, clouds are also surging up immediately, as if in homage to their king.
The little ball slowly and slowly began to light, a thin layer of golden light sprinkle of between heaven and earth. People make every effort to calling, as if calling a distant friend. As if the sun is also in response to the cheers of the people, radiate round after round of golden light. Clouds have begun to give way, so that it is dominated by the Sun in person.
The earth mother, people involuntarily worship you, you can see?
Soul Mountain for a
Down time, I deliberately has completed I do not want to walk way. They bid farewell in Zhusheng Si and later, I walked along the trail alone to the foot.
Gone through a thick bamboo forest, eyes suddenly see the light, unknown flowers and the streams form a real paradise. I excitedly went so far as some wet corner of the eye views.
Out very far, actually saw a row of fence around the small side courtyard, Bamboo Fence on the clouds of flowers in full bloom. I would like to Tao to hang around here and should also not go. Quickstep forward to see there is a plaque at the top of the bamboo door, a letter to "Goddess of Mercy Temple." Then suddenly, how can we get this Xianju mortal? Enter into the inside, turns out to be a hundred flowers blossom fragrance in the flowers, the Goddess of Mercy Tuas also saw a slight upward tweak mouth, face with a smile. I would not help their palms together.
After a Goddess of Mercy Temple, and then not see towering ancient, horizontal patchwork of farmland, both the fields, wild flowers in full bloom, do not have the big picture. And then move forward, saw the main gate, the gate in front of farmhouse that is really can be described as a gate across two world.
Hill went to the door and saw a letter to the Mountain Gate "Soul Mountain for a while." Looking back to see, all the verdant landscape are being overshadowed by it seems as though there is blue smoke floating around in that valley, but then not seen again off to those of flesh and blood people who Chaochen children.
Soul Mountain for a while, one will be Lingshan.
Postscript: After a lapse of two years, because the Lianlianbuwang Gyejoksan beauty, I decided to re-go, some good friends immediately followed. Do not expect the foot of the mountain, the group of climbers on the road vowed to be the person who played valiantly dash to ride a horse, I have no alternative but to obey the majority. May eat some dust along the way, heard some screaming, no longer any scenery.
After this, I would rather go into the mountains alone and do not follow those who cursory flowers. Nor will it, or take the cable car ride up the mountain, afraid of missing it flashes a strange man strange!
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