When I was in middle school, I rode five minutes from the campus to the Buddhist temple, the first of the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. When Soochow was founded, it was called Qixuan.
I don't know when it started, but after school in the afternoon, I would often bend into that path and go up the mountain gate and dozens of steps. When we reach the top of the mountain, it is usually the time for nuns to do evening classes. The fireworks in the incense burner outside have faded, and there are no tourists. On the ground in the main hall, the shadow of the setting sun was cast, and the voice of Mu Chan sang the wooden fish. I usually sit on the threshold or on the steps outside, with my schoolbag at my feet. I can't understand what I heard, but I just think it sounds good, and I can't move away.
Not far from the main hall is the Zhaitang, occasionally sneaking over to eat Zhai noodles at noon, the taste is definitely the best among plain noodles. A grain of rice in Taoism is better than Mount Suni. Waste is impossible, so delicious that there is nothing left.
And outside the window is Taicheng, and under Taicheng is a lake called Sangbo in ancient times, which has been misty for thousands of years. About this lake, Ma Boyong recently wrote a very detailed and interesting book about Daming. If you have the opportunity to go to Houhu to take a look, there is a corner that you have never been to, and there is a wonderful story in that corner.
When I went to Luoyang this time, when I walked into the White Horse Temple, I didn¡¯t know why I immediately thought of Qixuan, and it was also inexplicably close to my heart.
Baima Temple was first built in Yongping of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the ancestral home of Buddhism, and 395 volumes of scriptures were translated here.
According to Jialan records, there are pomegranates in front of the pagoda in the temple, and the taste is so beautiful that it is the best in Luoyang.
Now I can only be fascinated. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com