Knowledge and Practice

Xie An looked at the boy with burning eyes, and it was not difficult to understand what he meant.

Xiao Xingyi really got stuck in what seemed trivial to others.

"If I were him, I might agree with him for the third generation." Xie An thought for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.

The Buddha said, Dependent origin is extinguished, and conditioned birth is empty.

It cannot be said that it is born, and it cannot be said that it is not born.

People in the world can't easily break through, let go, and be at ease.

Xiao Xingyi suddenly felt that the afternoon sun was too bright, even a little dazzling, and the surrounding scenery in his field of vision seemed to be blurred. The red ribbon hanging on the tree not far away was like paint, blending with the green of the shade. Melting into one, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, turned around and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

After opening his eyes again, the scene in front of him was as clear as before, and the veins of each leaf were sharp and angular.

Everything you want is unresolved.

"Xingyi, let's go, there is still Lingyin gone." Xie An spoke softly, looking at the young man's back, he couldn't bear to continue discussing this topic, fearing that if he stopped for too long, the young man's mood would get deeper and deeper.

Xiao Xingyi didn't want to stay here any longer, he walked on the stone road with his head down, keeping a distance between Xie An and Xie An.

The originally planned destination was Lingyin. After many twists and turns, it was almost time to close the temple. Xie An looked at Xiao Xingyi who had been walking behind unhurriedly, feeling helpless, so he had to go back , jokingly pushing the boy forward.

Lingyin Temple is built next to the mountain and faces Feilai Peak. To get to the ancient temple, you need to buy tickets to pass Feilai Peak. Even at this point, there are still many tour groups coming one after another. Xie An and the others lined up for nearly half an hour. I just went in, and it was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon. On the road along the road, there were some crowds of old people. They were in good spirits and scattered everywhere on the road ahead. Time was getting tight, but they couldn't move fast.

Xie An could only push the silent Xiao Xingyi slowly. Among the tourists who came here admiringly, he could see lifelike Buddha statues among the mountain walls. In addition to the ceremony, he also seems to be watching the pedestrians passing by.

The holiday was postponed for half an hour, and they finally entered the temple with the crowd. After entering the temple, they were given three fragrances for free. Xie An thanked him and took it, but Xiao Xing shook his head, but did not take it.

The bouquets placed in the main hall had been packed up by the monks, and as the place was about to be cleared, the monks stood guard outside the wooden door of the main hall, waiting for the pedestrians to disperse.

Time was limited, so Xie An took Xiao Xingyi to have a brief look around the temple. The construction pattern of Lingyin Temple was the same as that of the general Jiangnan temples, following the central axis and going up to the Heavenly King Hall, Daxiong Hall, Pharmacist Hall, and three main halls. .

When we returned to the main hall, the entrance to the temple was closed, leaving only a few scattered people still worshiping the Buddha and asking for incense. Xie An looked at the incense in his hand, and wanted to call Xiao Xingyi to ask for incense to end the trip, but Seeing that Xiao Xing had nothing in his hand, he sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, he would be affected by this child.

Forget it, Xie An clamped the incense with his thumb and index finger, closed the other three fingers, lit it with the candle in front of the main hall, let it go out naturally, raised the incense with both hands to the level of his eyebrows, and worshiped the Buddha three times in a clockwise direction, Place in the incense burner with one hand.

May he have no worries, may he have no worries...

May his death be auspicious...

May he succeed and fail...

The author has something to say: See you next Monday~