Knowledge and Practice

"Is it the morning bell?" Xiao Xingyi was a little curious. The bell sounded not far away. He heard that most temples had morning classes, and many monks would gather in the main hall to offer incense and worship the Buddha. These scenes had never been seen before.

"No." Xie An also looked in the direction of the bell, "The time has passed, probably someone is ringing the bell to pray for blessings..."

The bells came from the west, and it was not very regular to listen carefully, but it did not hinder Xiao Xingyi's interest in finding out. The bells came from Shangtianzhu, which ran counter to the direction of Lingyin Temple. Casually, I followed Xiao Xingyi along the mountain scenery all the way westward, the bells sounded at different speeds, and occasionally stagnated, presumably because there was an endless stream of people praying for blessings, and the strength of the beating was different.

Looking for the bell until the end of Shangtianzhu, the ancient temple is the source of the sound. The yellow wall and the surrounding trees are dotted with red lanterns. The level of refinement is no less than that of the deep palace courtyard in ancient times. .

Xiao Xingyi has seen the introduction here—Shangtianzhu Temple, there are three temples in Tianzhu Mountain, Hangzhou, and this is one of them. It is said that during the reign of Kangxi, it was named Faxi Temple, which covered up the original solemn name of Zhuang Zhou, probably It is to respond to the fact that this is not like other temples - the scenery that is beautiful without knowing it.

Tickets are not expensive, and you will get three fresh incense sticks when you enter the temple. There is a Zhaitang on the right hand side of the entrance. Not far away, you can see the halls in the temple built on the mountain, with scattered levels. Faxi Temple is the largest temple among the three temples in Tianzhu. After walking for a while Going up the slope, you can see the mountain gate engraved with "Faxijiang Temple" built to avoid dust, and two stone lions are guarding under the gatepost.

On the left side of the slope road is a stone wall engraved with inscriptions. The Buddhist scriptures are spread on the wall like a scroll, extending to the end of the broken road. Pedestrians stop by from time to time. Xiao Xingyi noticed an interesting thing, Some of the characters on the stone wall have been wiped spotless by people, I don't know what is the mystery.

He stood aside and looked at it for a while, and soon a couple stopped in front of the inscription. The girl looked at the inscription for a while, then wiped the words clean, and said excitedly to her boyfriend, "Look, your name "

...People who want to come to the temple to engrave inscriptions will never think that after many years, these inscriptions will still be used in this way.

After the stele sent away a couple, some young individual visitors were ushered in again, just like a custom, Xiao Xing once saw the inscription on the stele and was polished again.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going. Xiao Xingyi stared at the inscription, which told the long history of the ancient temple. From its completion to its repair, he read it carefully and searched for the words he was familiar with.

"Sixteen Halls in Three Years... Southern Song Dynasty Pian'an"

I found it, and sure enough there was the word Xie An. The frequency of "An" on the inscriptions is not low, but many of them have been wiped clean and marked. The word touched.

Seeing his concentration, Xie An also became interested. He went to Xiao Xingyi's side and also looked at the inscription. Naturally, speed and comprehension were not a problem. After reading Yimu Shixing, he waited for Xiao Xingyi.

He noticed the wiped writing on the steles, and blindly guessed that it was probably the traces left by the tourists to commemorate their visit here.

At a glance, there are many years, months and days on the inscription. He suddenly had a thought that this form of commemoration seems to be very popular among young people. Maybe Xing Yi also likes it, so he turned his head and said to Xiao Xing: "Xing Yi, you Look at your lines and words on it, do you want to keep a souvenir too?"

Xiao Xingyi was concentrating on searching for Xie An's words, when he shouted, he suddenly felt his heart tense, as if some secret had been discovered, and even his ears began to turn slightly red.

After finally finding the word "An" covered with a thin layer of dust, he just noticed Xie An's eyes looking at him, so he couldn't do anything anymore.

"No." Xiao Xing quickly walked in front of Xie An, "It's getting late, let's go ahead and have a look."

"Oh, ok, ok, I thought you would like this method." Xie An followed up tactfully, oops, he was treated like an ordinary child too much.

"It's okay, this method is more environmentally friendly than lettering." Xiao Xingyi pretended to be calm and walked forward without looking back.

"..."

Well... going green... what a difference...

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