On the road: wading Lepidium Jiuhuashan
On the road: wading lone 9 Mountain (Part One)
The waiting hall, crowded, noisy, and confused.
Already 20:30, and ship it did not come. Wait for 46 minutes, when I finally go along with this unit were to ferry Chung. Boarding the moment, my mind suddenly flashed "Titanic" in the picture. I also like the grip, like Jack with a minimum in the hands of such tickets, ships set sail, the whistle pierced the silence of the night long, it sounds like the whine. In fact, could travel to the mountain's nine, but I was still chose waterways. A long time ago, heard a song called "Sailing" song, Rod stewart, magnetic, deep, somewhat hoarse singing and the vicissitudes of the echocardiography I still can not.
"I'm sailing, I'm sailing ..."
Ships are endless dark night alone in navigation; only occasionally going to the direction of the vessel sailed from us, and we met, but no one to stay and let the passing. Inexplicable emotions surging forward in my chest, I am not a big ship, "Huang Shan" on the go around looking for a head-on and to have a pair of clear, bright and eye, to no avail. Breaking the silence of the river where the ship rolling forward, the bow, ushered in the wind is passion and temptation. My heart is lonely hours in the field, but very calm: no loss, no sorrow, no love, no thought. Not far away, a pair of men and women are hugging each other lustfully kiss. I sat alone in the corner looking forward to this early autumn night hours of the Yangtze River. Wretched inability to sprinkle moonlight lazy river in the dark surface, without the slightest brilliant. Dark to make a more enthusiastic passion to release, but also to make a more wretched degradation.
Night, and thus gradually deepens. I am not strong, or trying to compensate for Chang second-class tickets, and Yong Zhao will go to sleep, their wretched.
Middle of the night, and finally wake up, think outside the breathing freely the fresh air, but because of fear of cold and cold hesitation hesitation, walk slowly forward. Must be congratulated on finally summon the courage to walk out of the EVA. Night clothes immediately wrapped round and round my body, no one can see my facial expressions and wretched that only the wind, through the clothes, direct touch my body. But I do not feel very cold, hand, in vain to add a bit sober, inspiring. I like the face of Cang Mang, a person, in the dark, quietly blowing wind.
Wind, do not know when it tenderly as something. This morning, in the magnificent glow in the wake; my journey, but also the magnificent dawn came, have gone through a process. 6:03, "Huang Shan," went so far as to arrive ahead of Chizhou Hong Kong, I intend to from here on Jiuhuashan. Disembark, I ask that last night and I have just met the girl - an equally lonely, equally adrift, the same travelers looking for pictures for me. I want to record the moment in the end their feelings behind a smile, or is this a brilliant magnificent glow?
Repeatedly beating the banks of the river, sparking one another a spray, and then dashed. Then. Ancient calendar in August, Moonlight, Jiang Feng, Gu Fan, a little boy my daughter, as if possessed all the elements of romance. Leave "Huang Shan", I told myself: Do not look back. My shoelaces loose again, and I crouch down and he tied at, and then continue toward the wind, forward march!
On the road: wading lone 9 Mountain (middle)
This is such a depression early morning.
Chizhou out of Hong Kong, when greeted by the unexpected podium. The huge square still speak of seem to have a warm, dial in the central square of weeds, sun is still sleeping in our past is also the clouds, I was marching this is not the moonlight Tuijin, filled with last night's fatigue walk in the on the road. Suddenly recalled that, a thousand years ago, there was a busy schedule, traveling in general, have come here, but also marching to walk in the moonlight like the loneliness of life is this fortress: It is "very very special look for the Cui-Wei Fang," returning Yue Fei. Not the same is: he is returned, and I was about to start. I always have this feeling: I was walking on the road, I constantly starting, looking forward to his direction, however, often do not know where to go? Then what is there to do? So hesitation, indecision; as now in this way.
Chizhou coach station in front of stalls, I bought a simple cup of glutinous rice filled with soy milk and a packet fried fritters; and then riding an engine, the CMB has already launched a bus, but it unexpectedly went so far as the bus in the Showmanship drove close to the urban area an hour later to be "resold" three times, until nine o'clock finally arrived in the big gate Huashan 9. However, all this is in no way affect my mood, my heart still further adrift in the vast Yangtze River last night. In fact, originally I do not know where to go, but the day turned Atlas occasionally see the "Nine Mountain" is the name of it sprouted the idea for this trip. Previously only know Jiuhuashan is one of the four major Buddhist mountains, there were a prince here, a monk. I later visited Jiuhua dedicated web pages, did not realize that the prince turns out that the former monk named Jin Qiaojue, the Luo was born in the new (now South Korea) royal family, because it was driven by a deep compassion for suffering people and unlimited sympathy and determined to save all sentient beings; to find a remedy to save the world crossing China, Tang Kaiyuan seven years (719 years), only 23-year-old Jin Qiaojue abandoned the enjoyment of endless wealth and status, and readily available high power drift Yang Guo the sea and go alone to China, after more than a year to Bashansheshui nine Mountain, and has since started his Jiuhuashan 75 years of painstaking cultivation. Is this approximation of the true story of legendary so I decided to visit. In fact, the two friends began to make an appointment, but the matter to the imminent, a busy because of work requested can not leave while the other in turn, asked me to go to Guangzhou, the last one I have only traveled alone. Yes without hesitation to give up and firm Jinqiao Jue attracted me, let me step by step to Jiuhuashan.
I have not determined a long time, and this time finally determined.
These days, my heart has always been full of perplexity. In this bustling crowd, I am an alien. I am not a special trip to come to burn incense and worship would also like to, so not really good men; are not admiring appreciation of beautiful scenery, so I do not belong to tourism; much less specifically to come to enjoy a leisurely holiday, it is not a tourist. I'm just carrying a heavy backpack who own huge walk in this narrow but crowded jiuhuajie, do not know where to go, but along with the flow forward, eyes are looking at the drift aimlessly. Perhaps, I was looking to find my own, as well as its own direction.
I am filled with emptiness jiuhuajie unconsciously come to an end, but saw a huge arch stands in front of me, and I for the first time in nine Huashan saw the couplet: "all creatures are degrees to make square cards Bodhi, hell Buddha is not an empty vow. "through the arch is in possession of temple, which is Jizo (Jinqiao Jue) old age, self-cultivation areas. Stepped into the Main Hall, I would also like to Koubai as others, but the heart has told me: No one can help you, Buddha can not do anything, except yourself. I am looking forward to high above the Buddha and his expression is always quiet stand up. Temple not far from the month (read "meat"), the body palace, in possession of Buddha is enshrined in the flesh. I saw that "all creatures to make side-degree certificate Bodhi, hell is not an empty vow become a Buddha," the couplet. To listen to next to the tour guide before we know that it is from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, is also why, despite the Ksitigarbha already reached the realm of the Buddha and the repair is still called "Buddha." My heart began surging a bit, maybe Ksitigarbha clearly aware of their ideals may never fail to realize, but since it is recognized by its own ideals and then devote everything that did not hesitate, without stint. This is around the green was his Zuohua Flor Castle Peak, the Millennium like a. Suddenly remembered the words of Nietzsche: "People need to have a goal, people prefer to pursue the pursuit of nothingness can not be nothing." I appreciate that this pursuit, the pursuit of better appreciate the courage and dedication, because it certainly behind the courage and dedication means that is ideal where the great devotion and great faith steadfast. Perhaps the first time, we are also beautiful and often with lofty ideals, but the thought of the difficult road we are easily given up; or encountered some difficulties, setbacks, unfortunately, or tempted to give up halfway. We always think too much and doing too little; always worry about the outcome, but spared in their own desire to pay huge returns; is always difficult because of fear or can not afford to give up their own mind: This is our great sorrow. I am also sad for themselves. Belie the story took place in my body, 10 days ago, I once again betrayed his own ideals and life of comfort back to the embrace of organs. I do not know how to explain to himself? In the month the body of a palace, I pray to sign, take the time to sign, the master asked me for nothing, but I can not even do not know is the pursuit of what I just said to ask for directions. "Ask for directions?" Masters do not know what to get me to sign. I still have to answer for themselves.
Late at night, I walk a person has been restored in the silence of the jiuhuajie on you can almost hear your own heartbeat ... ...
On the road: wading lone 9 Mountain (Part Two)
I was tired, I went to sleep.
Wake up when the sun through the curtain can still feel the atmosphere, warm and bright. This is another beginning of a new day. Check-out time, a small hotel hostess ask me how I slept so dead, told me that the other rooms of the guests had been four o'clock in the morning went on the roof. Originally, I intended to today also goes to visit is located in the roof of a high peak 1306M Britain Tibetan Buddhist temple on the ground (or roof-top temple), to experience Nazuo bathed in the "roof dawn," Guanghua temple in the millennium. Has nine more, jiuhuajie again into the earth among the din. I stood at the inn door, watching the street come and go all kinds of people expected to pour in all the gestures and their facial expressions, I suddenly felt as if had to stay here a long time.
I stand on this seems very familiar jiuhuajie, do not know left or right? A thought to the roof to be posted thousands of stone steps, to walk more than two hours of the mountain, and my heart is not strong remnants of the idea that a trace of panic immediately to the wilderness retreat. I just like this. I went straight to the Huacheng Si. It is through the alley until just a humble can see Huacheng Si, was greeted by an equally humble Wannan residential areas, completely not what I imagined the magnificent: powder wall, Daiwa, rather than the high gold orange glazed walls and roof. Hard to spiritual Huacheng Si feels like a wise man, though coarse clothes, but the minds of the wisdom of the universe as filled with the rich and the paradise of clarity. Enter the Temple at the foot of bricks thick and steady, those years have been polished so smooth brick surface, do not know how many different moods on board the footprints, they suffer in silence, watching the people coming and going pace. This Jiuhua the main temple of the mountains, too, stand in this lonely way across a thousand years of travel fatigue, but it has always been concerned about human suffering. Here, now has become historical relics Jiuhuashan Museum, collection of the ancient monks Jiuhuashan hard bit by bit of self-cultivation. I finally saw the phrase Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva personally handwritten by the "all creatures are crossing every side card Lime, hell is not an empty vow Buddhahood," the clank oath; see that the Department "Zhenshanzhibao" reputation from the "ground Zao Buddha to be the World, "which consumed 38 years of impeccable monk, day after day to the tongue of blood research Yinzhu turbulent pen Gong book" generously Guangfo Sutra "; ... ...; I like reading a Bodhisattva on Ksitigarbha the full story. My heart once again with the firm, persistent, long-lasting, forbear, sacrifice, dedication of the great spirit of the aftermath, once again this deeply touched. It is perhaps a thousand years ago, one evening thunderstorm, who waded through thousands of miles geographically rehabilitation Romanian prince - 24-year-old Jin Qiaojue came here alone. In the endless cold, wet, cold and lonely, lonely fear, between the old happy love, wealth and status, and vivid high position, but he still threw themselves when they adhere to the belief and pursuit. Huashan in the last nine on the road there is a "second temple", that is, two Jinqiao Jue Jin Qiaojue back to when his uncle to persuade the king was here he did not expect anti-Jin Qiaojue probation after the home left behind. Huacheng Si outside the square on a "goddess tower" tower before the inside had no more incense incense burner, but the story about her is still impressed me. It was a costume version of the lovestruck woman thousands of miles cross-Hypnerotomachia's story: a deep love with Jin Qiaojue Shilla woman going through hard all the way to find Jin Qiaojue Jiuhuashan hope that love can change their mind, but is already shaved his head for the monks The Jinqiao Jue unmoved, the new Romanian woman extremely painful and can not get away, Tou Jing himself had. I do not know or to remember to pray Jinqiao Jue stone pagodas built in Inoue, after the world known as the "Goddess Tower." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva went into the palace shrine, I kneel before their palms together in good faith, I looked up Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva calm and peaceful quiet, full of self-cultivation threw hard, and a to proceed. My mind was full of respect. Out of Huacheng Si, I took an incense burner inside the Huacheng Si lit incense, came the empress taqian deeply Koubai, inner feeling of indescribable. I am also just a 24-year-old, also the same as Jin Qiaojue lone wading come also looking forward to the direction and path of his life, and love are the depths of my heart has become yesterday's memories.
Cranky the goddess stood before the tower, the time passes by tick. Unconsciously, between the Huacheng Si that I found myself even stayed close to three hours. I finally decided on the roof peaks Britain, to visit the legendary Buddhist temple in Tibet.
I am carrying a heavy backpack to climb with their own, they want to give up on several occasions narrowly. Along the way, I have gone beyond the others, but also by others beyond. I am sweating, fatigue extreme, but my heart is so quiet. In this way through the bridge, and then "gradually into the Penglai," and then on the Goddess of Mercy Peak, to the ancient worship by Taiwan, and finally accidentally stepped into the "non-human" is top of the roof. Under the setting sun shines into the temple roof, as if covered with a glorious spirits, and I bathed in such a glorious being.
Mountain Fengfu years, I only feel the exhaustion, as well as a dripping in sweat. Despite the unparalleled at the moment of my limbs heavy, but my heart is relaxed. I am glad that they came here, glad that they are defeated the inner cowardice and wretched. I appreciate the joy, I know how they were going to walk in their own way ... ...
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