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In the early winter of 2007, a collection of my essays was being drafted. My friend Liu Ziran proposed to write a biography of Luotian monk, the president of the county Buddhist Association and the abbot of Tashan Qingyuan Temple. I also want to go deep into the temple to learn about Buddhist life. On a sunny day, Liu and I and my netizen Xiaocao walked along a winding path of "thick green shade" and "full of flowers" to Qingyuan Temple in Tashan. The outer walls of the temple are all quaint brown. The temple borrows natural beauty, and there is natural terrain inside. The pavilions are uneven. The main hall, meditation room and fasting hall are all in good order, dense and fragrant, with bells and drums ringing and chanting one after another. Follow the Buddha incense and walk into the main hall. The bell rang, and after burning incense and worshiping Buddha, Lao Liu led us to visit Master Fa Chuan on the second floor.
The boatman welcomed us into his meditation room. The master is tall and amiable, about thirty years old. Lao Liu took the initiative to introduce me and Xiaocao to Master, who personally made tea and prepared some non-staple foods such as fruits and melon seeds. As soon as we saw Master, we felt close to each other. I said what I wanted, but Master politely declined. Lao Liu and Xiao Cao temporarily forgot this scene and talked about the importance. Master is very modest and doesn't say much. He listened carefully and could see that he was an excellent mage. Although I am not a Buddhist, I am very devout and respectful to Master. When I am stubborn, I feel a little rude and ignorant, so I winked and stopped their topic and suggested taking a photo with Master. Master readily agreed, and the three of us took a group photo in front of the Ursa Major Hall as a souvenir. After taking the photo, I felt particularly dissatisfied. I asked to take a photo with Master alone, and finally left a precious souvenir of our first meeting with Master. At that time, Master Fachuan was 34 years old, and he loved and mastered the Internet. He established a Buddhist forum in Luotian. In the activities of organizing netizens to climb mountains, I organized netizens from two forums, Buddhism and Luotian, to jointly hold mountain climbing activities, and Master Fachuan took the time to participate. That summer, Master Fa Chuan proposed to climb Bijia Mountain from the steep slope ahead. When we reached Hexi Fan at the foot of the mountain, we looked up. In the distance where the morning sun shines in the east and the smoke waves are vast, a towering mountain peak comes into view, with three peaks and two depressions in the middle. The tall and straight middle peak stands on the Wan Ren, just like a giant sword that goes straight into the sea of clouds, just like a huge pen. Youlong, Ding Ling and Buddha and I, led by the Taoist Huang of the Cyclone Temple, known as the "Five Mountaineers", headed for Bijia Mountain along the Cao Mao path. Huang Lao cut the road with a sickle in front, and I climbed to the top with a stick in my hand. Wearing a straw hat, a frock and a brown Zen bag, Master easily led Youlong and Buddhists ahead without moving a step. It was already afternoon when we climbed to the top of the mountain, and the weather changed. It was sunny just now, with thunder and lightning and heavy rain. We got into the cave to take shelter from the rain, and when the wind stopped, we walked down the hill along the tractor road in the west. Unexpectedly, unexpected things happened, just halfway up the mountain, lightning and thunder, and it was raining cats and dogs. There was no place to hide from the rain, so the five of us ran down the hill desperately.
At the foot of the mountain, there are several farmers. We went into the house and looked at each other. Everyone was soaked to the skin. We all laughed when we saw each other's tragic pictures. We made a fire in the fireplace, took off our coats and dried clothes by the fire. Suddenly, I let out a scream and saw that my feet were covered with hirudo. They were all full and I couldn't pull them off. As soon as I tore them off, the blood flowed down the wound and could not stop for a long time. Master magically took out the iodine in the Zen bag to stop the bleeding. Strangely, none of them have been bitten by leeches, and I lamented my bad luck. Master said, "It's not bad luck. Leeches at the foot of this mountain have one characteristic. When the people in front came running to disturb it, you were the last one to go down the mountain. They swarmed and stepped on your feet to have a good meal. " I suddenly understood a truth. Since then, we have also organized dozens of netizens to accompany Master Fa Chuan to more than a dozen famous domestic mountains, such as Tiantangzhai, tianmashan, Bojinzhai, Xiongjiazhai, Mang Lee Rock, Jimingjian and Nandaoshan, to visit and express condolences to these old masters who practiced devoutly at the top of the mountain. In the midsummer of 2008, we accompanied Master to climb tianmashan. While climbing along the cliff path, Master told us that there was a tianmashan temple made of stones and bricks on the top of the mountain. There are two monks, Fazhi and others, one is 76 years old and the other is 66 years old. They have stood on the mountain for more than 30 years. It is difficult to grow food and vegetables because of the steep climbing road, few pilgrims and lack of water at the top of the mountain. Their living conditions can be described as poor, quiet and miserable. When we arrived at the humble stone temple, two elderly nuns were ecstatic when they saw the French ship chairman climbing the mountain to visit them. They both bowed down. Master and I helped the old nun and walked into the fasting hall. We saw a bowl of black pickles on the dark wooden table, which showed that the French shipmaster was very sad. When he left, Master took out his only 800 yuan money and gave it to Nishi. They didn't accept it. It was not until Master got angry that the two Nishi teachers took over the charity. On the way down the mountain, we forgot to appreciate the natural scenery, but talked about Tianma Mountain Temple and old mud stones with great interest. What is commendable is that the two women of Nishi, from leer Ying Ying to hazy intimacy, still never left tianmashan. Their tenacious and persistent spirit is commendable, touching and unforgettable. When we talked about the two Nigerian teachers who couldn't take care of themselves and had no one to support them in the future, we felt at a loss. The French boatman's eyes were wet and lost in thought. Back to the temple, it was already night arrival. After a simple evening fast, there was a flute in the temple. It's the master of dharma. Whenever he is depressed, thinking or happy, Qingyuan is a simple and beautiful place where Master meditates and sings. As for the former mentality or the latter mentality, we can only judge it from Xiao's tunes and voices. When the Xiao Sheng rings tonight, the forest outside the temple suddenly becomes silent, and even cicadas and birds suddenly disappear. In the flowing air with a slight fragrance of konoha, only the intermittent flute hovered low over the ancient Tashan Mountain, and all the lost time seemed to suddenly fluctuate between the fingers of the piper. Listen carefully, it is a sad song, and its voice is sad, like resentment, like crying, like resentment, and the sound is lingering.
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After many mountaineering activities, we have enhanced our understanding and deepened our feelings with the French captain. Master invited us to Qingyuan Temple for tea. She also invited us to attend a large Buddhist land and water dharma meeting, and wrote some articles and took some photos for it. I tried my best to finish it. Once, Master called me into his meditation room and said to me, "Director Ye, please be an administrator in our Luotian Buddhist Forum." I asked, "Master, I am not familiar with Buddhism. Can I be a teacher? " Master affirmed, "Yes, you are sincere, not bad-hearted, and have good roots. You will certainly do well while studying. " Maybe there are good roots and Buddhist karma. I like the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the temple, I like the monks in the temple very much, and I admire the boatman very much ... so I promised Master.
Master sent me many books to learn some Buddhist knowledge. Have a preliminary understanding of Buddhism. I once read in Heart to Heart magazine that Einstein said: If you ask which religion can meet the needs of modern scientific progress, then this religion is Buddhism. I was shocked by what the scientist said. Buddhism is really a great cause. Being able to contribute to the work of Buddhism is the greatest pleasure in life!
The Buddhist forum is different from the hometown forum. Most netizens are close to Buddhism, and the mainstream of online posts is to promote Buddhism. Text photography has infiltrated Buddhist knowledge. Buddhist forums have absolute advantages. Most of the temples in the county are built on the top of the mountain or halfway up the mountain, with beautiful scenery, and activities can be organized all year round. Therefore, our Dabie Mountain Buddhist Network often cooperates with Luotian Forum, Splendid Paradise Forum and Luotian Writers Association to organize mountaineering, assembly, charity, temple visits and other activities. At the same time, we invite a large number of outstanding netizens to approach Buddhism and get in close contact with French shipbuilders, such as the autumn moon in Guangdong, Beibei in Guangxi, the native Fengshan Wolf, Youlong, Yidao, Han Mei, flying fox, happy mood and books. His real name is Le Zhonghui, and he is about 50 years old. He is a mighty warrior and a deputy regiment-level demobilized cadre. He often wears grass-green camouflage clothes, military caps and sunglasses. His long morning running made him strong. He climbed mountains and jumped. He is proficient in photography, writing, driving and computer, especially in the development of network software. Netizens all like him and call him. In the process of communication, Fengshan Wolf showed great respect for Master, and was also very enthusiastic about operating the Internet, which was also very Buddhist. Soon, he also devoted himself to Buddhism, became a Buddhist website administrator and became my online colleague.
In 2009, Guanyin birthday, Dabie Mountain Buddhist network reached its peak. Master and apprentice Xuelian, lay Pauline, Fengshan Wolf and I helped Qingyuan Temple hold a Guanyin Christmas concert for the first time. As night fell, the stage was set up in the parking lot of the temple, and the electro-optic scenery, music accompaniment, professional song and dance team and summer camp students were all in place. The audience is crowded and active. In an instant, ten thousand lotus lanterns were lit, and the temple was on and off the stage. Music gradually rises, like a fairyland reappearing on earth. Buddhist music is peaceful and quiet in tone and quiet and elegant in style, which makes listeners feel pure and solemn. "As soon as you listen, everything is separated from your heart." Bai Fan's French sound delighted all Buddhists and brought spiritual comfort to people who were busy in the world of mortals. The concert was a great success. Before that, he also helped Master successfully hold the first summer camp for Buddhist disciples, organized students from Guangdong and Hubei to worship Buddha in the fourth and fifth ancestors in the east, and climbed the main peak of Tiantangzhai in the west to collect wind. I made films with Fengshan Wolf, and a young Guangdong jurist took photos, and the number of excellent films doubled. There are also abbots from France, Germany and Yi Sheng who give lectures, teach and train. Buddhist activities in Qingyuan Temple are in full swing. In September this year, Master hired me and Fengshan Wolf as managers of the county Buddhist Association: I was the director of the county Buddhist Association office, and Fengshan Wolf was the stationmaster and director of the charity office of Dabie Mountain Buddhist Network. Since then, the netizen nicknamed "Two Wolves (Lang) in Luotian Forum" officially devoted himself to Buddhism and helped Master Fachuan to work in the Buddhist Association.
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Fa Chuan Master, common name Huang Xinfa, was born in Shihuaqiao Village, Fengshan Town in 1974 and became a monk in 1992. 1993 Luoyang White Horse Temple gave a foot ring, during which I completed in-depth study in junior college. In 2000, a contemporary monk and a Zen master gave him a biography. Master is the abbot of Qingyuan Temple, the president of Luotian County Buddhist Association, the vice president and secretary general of the city Buddhist Association, the deputy secretary general of the provincial Buddhist Association, and the social post of the county and CPPCC Standing Committee.
Although the shipbuilders are young and talented, they have a strong working ability, but there are too many things in front of the Buddhist temples and Buddhist associations in the Qing and Yuan Dynasties that can never be finished. He works very hard every day, sometimes even exhausted. We are distressed to see Master suffer, and have always wanted to do more to share his worries. I worked as the director of the office of the Buddhist Association for a year before I really realized the difficulties and pressures of Master, and even felt overwhelmed and overwhelmed, while Master worked hard day and night in obscurity. A disciple's family in Sun Yicheng converted to shipbuilding. Seeing that Master worked hard day and night, and there were no capable people around him, he was very anxious and heartbroken. The family discussed it, and it was also sincere and voluntary, and sent a little apprentice to Qingyuan Temple to become a monk. So there was a touching scene in which his wife sent her husband and her parents-in-law sent her son-in-law to become a monk. It is also comparable to sending relatives to be Red Army in 1930s. In today's society with crisis of faith and impetuous materialization, this is not only
There are many temples 100 in Luotian. Although it is a big Buddhist county and a state of etiquette, it is a mountainous area with poor economic conditions. The shortage and aging of Buddhist monks have seriously hindered the survival and development of Buddhism. Some temples have no monks living in them, but all lay people. Most of the elderly temple magicians are in their sixties and seventies. Even in small temples in remote mountainous areas, there is no one to support them when they are old and weak, and there is no money to treat them when they are sick. There are also many old monks and nuns in Qingyuan Temple. After four years in Buddhism, several well-known and kind monks and nuns died one after another, and they will never be seen again in the world. As an ordinary person, I often think of them and feel a little sad. Qingyuan Temple is not only the old temple of a thousand-year-old temple, but also the seat of the county Buddhist Association. Whether in the temple or the county Buddhist Association, such a heavy shipbuilder wants to use monks to do things for him, but there is no suitable candidate. Of the 22 people living in the temple, more than half are over 55. This is a quasi-ancient temple. In addition to considering the daily affairs of Qingyuan Temple, Master has to go to Guangdong and other places to organize dharma meetings to raise funds to ensure the normal operation of the temple, especially the construction of the Kannonji, the Tibetan Scripture Building, the Ursa Mahayana Hall in recent years, and the recent land acquisition construction in Tianwang Temple, all of which have made his father personally laborious.
The captain is serious and responsible, pursuing perfection. For example, he writes a material, sends a briefing and writes a summary. From typos to fluent sentences, he scrutinized the structure of the article word by word, pondered it over and over again, and thought it over. He is not only a real scholar but also a leader. No wonder he has been re-elected as deputy secretary-general of the provincial Buddhist Association and vice-president and secretary-general of the municipal Buddhist Association for many times! Before I entered the office of the Buddhist Association, work briefing had to work hard until midnight to report materials, work summary and typical deeds. After I became the director of the office, I have to do other specific things when I start writing materials for the Buddhist Association. Alas, many people were busy, and I was a little careless and made a mistake. For this reason, Master never criticized me, silently corrected me, and made great efforts. I feel embarrassed. When the third Buddhist Association holds a congress, I am not only responsible for the registration, accommodation and meals of the delegates, but also responsible for the secretarial materials of the meeting, writing theme reports, meeting documents and so on. I am so busy that I always hope someone can help me. Reports, documents and meeting guides are not proofread by special personnel. As the saying goes, "the headmaster takes the janitor, cooks and works." I am the only one who is really responsible for cleaning up the meeting. On the morning of the meeting registration, I hurriedly printed the theme report and articles of association, then arranged the venue, went to the hotel to find the sign-in representative, and made a follow-up call to those who didn't arrive. After dinner, the leaders of the Civil Affairs Bureau sorted out the meeting materials. After reading the layout of the venue, I counted the accommodation of the delegates. It was already after 10. I entered the hotel, turned off my cell phone, and went to bed after washing. My heart always seems to be occupied, and I can't sleep in bed. Early the next morning, Director Wang of the Municipal Buddhist Association told me something. After last night 10, the city leaders found that there were some big mistakes in the articles of association. Master Fachuan called me and turned it off, so the master personally revised it and reprinted it overnight. He was so busy until dawn that he didn't even blink. I was very sad when I heard about it. My mistake made Master completely unable to sleep. I really want Master to give me a scolding, but Master is very cultured. He didn't criticize me and never mentioned it. Every time I think about it, I feel ashamed, afraid and self-reproached, and I feel more and more sorry for Master. At this meeting, I was nominated by Master, and all the representatives of monks voted to elect me as the Secretary-General of the Three Sessions.
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Some people say that literature and Buddhism have a long history, and kindness and Buddhism have the same root. It is because of Buddhism that people are advised to "do evil and do good and accumulate virtue." Indeed, my fate with Buddhism seems to have been cultivated in my last life, and my feelings for the French captain are growing day by day, and I will never give up. In the end, Master's thoughts, words and deeds will affect my future life.
Master Fa Chuan is a good mage with a bodhisattva heart. There are many versions of legends about his good deeds, among which the story of "Master Zhao Yin let the thief get off the boat" is the most touching. 200 1 One night in the first month, the monk on duty caught a thief. When the abbot of the French ship heard the sound, he saw that the thief was wearing only two rags and trousers and was barefoot. When he saw the master, he was so scared that his waist could not stretch straight. Master kindly asked, "Where are you from? How can you stand wearing this kind of clothes on such a cold day? " The thief replied, "I'm a student of water, and my family is too poor to open a pot." No way, master! " "When the master heard this, he took out 200 yuan money from his residence and put it in the thief's hand. He said, "Go back and buy a dress. I don't think you are old enough. Go home and work hard and earn some money by yourself. Don't come out and live such a fearful life. " Tears trickled down the thief's eyes. He suddenly knelt down, knocked on his head a few times and said, "I'm sorry, master, I won't do such an ugly thing again." "Since then, I have never heard of this young man stealing. It is good to know his mistakes and correct them. This is also a typical example of the dharma master's "reporting evil with good" to show the confused beings.
I have worked beside Master Fachuan for more than five years, and I have heard many stories about the master's poverty alleviation. Master Ye, an orphan who helped and provided for her, has finished college and married a daughter-in-law. Both of them are secretaries of township committees. With years of support, the younger generation regards the temple as their hometown and Master as their parents. In addition, at the end of the lunar calendar, Master always arranged for the office of the Buddhist Association to go to the countryside to express condolences to the elderly and poor monks and lay people, and made every effort to make the monks "feel safe, secure and have medical care".
After visiting Luotian in 2006, Master Zheng Ci, president of the Provincial Buddhist Association, spoke highly of the boatman in his book A Journey to Qingyuan Temple: "The young and promising boatman is writing a new chapter in the Buddhist history of Luotian County with his personality, monk's personality and the wisdom he gained from practicing Buddhism. He worked hard in obscurity. From him, people have seen the hope of Buddhism, and sincerely wish the young mage can, as always, bless the people, not change his original intention, carry forward Buddhism and strengthen himself. " Indeed, Master has lived up to President Zhengci's encouragement and hope. He has always devoted his heart to the cause of Buddhism in Luotian and Huanggang, and put his concern among many monks and teachers. In temples in remote mountainous areas, over time, lonely monks are old and sick, and no one cares. Who can pay for these old monks to live a happy old age? This is a grim fact before Master and the Buddhist community. One winter, there was a heavy snowfall. In a temple in the cold area of northern China, an old monk died of illness alone. It was only half a month later that the mouse dug out the eyes of the old monk. This incident touched the French boatman very much. When he heard the news, he immediately rushed to the mountain, organized mages and believers to help the deceased read, and held a Buddhist meeting in order to cross over. The retirement home of the lonely old monk is like a slate in the master's heart. How can we solve this problem? After careful consideration, Master Fachuan thought that setting up a Buddhist welfare home was the only way to solve the problem of providing for the aged of lonely and old monks, and began to organize welfare homes. The address was chosen in Yuantong Temple in Chengguan, and the third floor Jushi Building was designated as the kitchen accommodation living area of the old monk in the welfare home. Fengshan Wolf and I accompanied Master to the countryside, took the lonely old monk in Shenlin Temple to Yuantong Temple, and purchased daily necessities to lay the foundation for the establishment of welfare homes.
On the morning of March 29th, 20 10, the ancient and solemn Buddhist flag of Yuantong Temple fluttered and dressed up, and colorful traditional dragon and lion dances and Buddhist art programs were performed in the courtyard. Outside the mountain gate, traffic is heavy, crowds are surging, salutes are ringing, and the festive atmosphere is everywhere. Here, a grand ceremony for the establishment and unveiling of Luotian Buddhist Welfare Institute was held as scheduled, with four leaders and senior officials from provincial and municipal Buddhist associations and county committees.
County Buddhist Welfare Institute is a Buddhist charity founded by Luotian County Buddhist Association, which mainly takes care of some lonely temples, helpless, elderly and infirm monks, can do Taoism with peace of mind and provide places for practice. 16 The lonely old monk has been admitted to the welfare home, where he can practice Buddhism with peace of mind and support his life. Master Fachuan often takes the bosses of foreign Buddhist merchants to visit the old monks in welfare homes, and visits them on holidays. No matter how busy he is every year, he always attends the summary meeting held by the welfare home, and the old monk's food, drink, housing and transportation are taken into account.
20 1 1 At the beginning of April, Fengshan Wolf, who was as healthy as a cow, suddenly fell ill. The doctor initially diagnosed ascites due to cirrhosis, but was hospitalized in a local hospital. Diagnosed in Central South People's Hospital, Master Fachuan arranged a car to send him for examination. The result is cruel and heartbreaking, but the illness of a soldier-born Fengshan wolf is so serious: cirrhosis-ascites-liver cancer.
In Wanmizhai Hospital, the white walls and sheets are covered with Fengshan wolves. He is getting thinner day by day and his face is black and yellow. Master Fachuan and we often go to the hospital to visit him. When he was a teenager, Master studied Chinese medicine and always used the traditional theory of syndrome differentiation of Chinese medicine to enlighten Fengshan Wolf, which made him build up confidence in overcoming the disease and full of hope for his recovery. Master knows the Fengshan Wolf very well. His illness is not good He took out more than 20 thousand yuan from his savings for many years. For Fengshan Wolf, we took the lead in visiting Brother Wolf many times, and organized several key monasteries and netizens to visit Fengshan Wolf in batches.
Autumn wind came, and the residual leaves on the tree floated down. By the end of September, the illness of Fengshan wolf was getting worse and worse. We accompanied Master to visit him in the hospital. He is so thin that people can't recognize him. We think of Brother Wolf who climbed mountains and mountains with everyone in those years. He is always ahead, majestic and striding, but now he is dying in his hospital bed. It's really pathetic. We shed sad tears, and Master's eyes also shed tears. Fengshan Wolf struggled to sit up from the bed. Master and I quickly helped him up and put some pillows on his back. He gasped and kept saying, "Master-I may-I'm sorry-I can't worship you as a teacher in this life-will you accept me as a disciple in the next life?" -You have to promise me? ! Hearing this, Master couldn't help it any longer. He said with tears: "I promise you! ""Fengshan Wolf has a smile on his face, and he has no strength to speak any more. Master's personality charm and Sangge's charm are endless, and people around him worship him to the point of prostration, and Fengshan Wolf is not the only one. Coincidentally, in the autumn of 2008, Feng Er, the young driver of Master Fachuan, was seriously ill, unable to recover after long-term treatment and fell into ointment blindness. When the time was ripe, he respectfully asked the French boatman to shave his head and enter the Buddha. He died after shaving for a few days, and the scene before and after was very touching.
On the 20th of 10, Fengshan Wolf's wife called and said that Brother Wolf would come to Tashan to see Master. At this time, a large-scale land and water law meeting is being held in Qingyuan Temple, which is crowded and very lively. We received the wolf brothers at the gate of the temple. Brother Wolf is in good spirits this day. Although he is extremely thin, he wears brown casual clothes, a mirror and a crutch commonly used in mountaineering. In Master's meditation room, I specially arranged for him to sit next to Master. In order to enliven the atmosphere, everyone said some pleasant words. Everyone laughed, and Brother Wolf smiled, but he felt that his smile was unnatural. Finally, Master suggested taking a photo of him and Brother Wolf. I pressed the shutter and saw Brother Wolf laughing. I am very happy this time. More than half an hour has passed. Fengshan wolf is going to the hospital for an injection. Master personally drove Brother Wolf. When I walked down dozens of steps of Master's meditation room, I held Brother Wolf arm in arm. I feel that the arm in the sleeve of poor Brother Wolf's coat is as thin as a bone and seems to be empty. Suddenly I remembered what Brother Wolf's wife told me alone just now. Fengshan Wolf is going to Tashan these days, and he came to Qingyuan Temple to see Master today. His spirit is very good. ! For those who are about to die, this phenomenon is called "coming back to life" and "farewell to master". At this point, my heart was shocked that Brother Wolf might not be long! !
As expected, ten days later, in the morning of 1 65438+1October1,a group of photographers and I were shooting red leaves in Xufengchong, Jiuzi River. Master called and said, "I'm going to see Fengshan Wolf. I don't know if I'm at home or in the hospital." I'll call right away. I dialed Fengshan Wolf's cell phone, and it was Brother Wolf's daughter who answered the phone. She cried and said, "I am at home, and my father ignores me." How should I shout? He won't promise me! " I reported the situation to master on the phone. Master knows medical skills. He repeatedly said, "This is not a good thing. Fengshan wolf is dumb. He is in a liver coma! " Then I drove to Brother Wolf's house.
According to Brother Wolf's last wish, please ask Master to lead the director of the welfare home to interpret Buddhism before and after his death, and wait for the mage to help him recite the scriptures and send him to the beautiful western paradise. In Brother Wolf's bedroom, he lay quietly on the bed, wearing a brand-new military uniform and a military cap, with fresh petal rain and Sanskrit lingering. The master and the believers are on both sides, chanting the Buddhist name: "Amitabha, Amitabha". The French boatman was very sad. He caught a cold and didn't have a good rest. His illness is getting worse and worse. We all advised Master to go back to rest, but he strongly disagreed. He stayed with Brother Wolf for three days and nights in a row. As a result, Fengshan Wolf, who had a military career and worked as a spy intelligence officer, left his wife, children, master, netizens and comrades-in-arms to another world in the sound of Master's chanting. ...
After the funeral of Fengshan Wolf, Master Fachuan was tired and sad, and he was ill for more than half a month. After Fengshan Wolf left, Master lost a good assistant who worked in the Buddhist Association. In accordance with Master's wishes, I silently took over the unfinished charity work of the Buddhist Association of Brother Wolf. ...
As the sun sets and night falls, I am leaning against the window by the Yishui River alone, daydreaming and meditating. During the years when I came into contact with Buddhism and worked with French boatmen, I also served as the vice chairman and secretary general of the County Writers Association, interviewing and contacting all walks of life. Buddhism and custom occupy several positions and change their roles. On the one hand, all sentient beings roll in the world of mortals, and the world is cold; On the one hand, Qingyuan is plain and beautiful, and everything is empty, only my Buddha. I like people or things in this period. People talk about popularity, Buddha talks about Buddha's fate, and fate comes and goes. But what benefited me most was the advice of the French captain. The idea of "learning to let go and be calm" tends to mature, and "radiating six degrees" and "practicing at home" have risen to a new height, and I feel like I am in the sky. Look at how many things there are in the world, how many worldly things are not ancient, greed is hard to fill, disputes are endless, and you are tired and busy? There is really a feeling that there is only one day in the sky and hundreds of years on earth. Yes, Buddhism is not only the study of "governing the mind", but also the study of "educating people". Buddhism is a place of great wisdom, which purifies and sublimates our souls. "Buddha says auspicious sutra" says: "Don't approach fools, but make friends with wise men. It is most auspicious to respect those who have virtue. " On the broad road of life, I am fortunate to get along with netizens such as Brother Wolf, who embrace us with generous chests and inspire us with wise thoughts. Brother Wolf died peacefully in the sound of Master Amitabha Buddha's name. Although we are busy around Master and live a simple life, we follow the auspicious path and work hard for the cause of Buddhism. Therefore, we are the luckiest people, the happiest people and us.