Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 100: The Final Chapter:

I was driving on Panshan Road. The breeze is gentle and comfortable. Driving into the quiet bamboo forest behind the mountain, I got off on foot. Follow the shady trails and pick up grades slowly. Coming with a soil-scented wind, I took a deep, closed sip, and the dirty air in my lungs seemed to be purified this way. I feel extra calm every time I come here. This is a peach blossom in the modern world. Turn off the phone without disturbing anyone. Today is my weekly family day with my parents.

The mountain springs swept down the steps and dinged. Sometimes little birds scream and fly. At the end of the steps is a small garden with melon fruit and vegetables planted in the fence walls and several vine chair round tables under the vine frame. The archaeological building in front of me was designed by my mom and me based on Dad's house by the temple of Grass Hall.

Open the door with the key and yell, "Dad, Mom, I'm back. ”

The room is a classic vintage piece of furniture with only essential modern appliances. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are all tidy and tidy with Dad's most precious wooden box on the desk in the study. The box is smooth and spotless.

Can't find anybody anywhere. Take out your phone to call your mom's phone and put it back in your pocket. Where else could they go? Must have gone to the temple in the front mountain.

Every day my parents go to the temple in the mountains to read the scriptures. The monks in the temple thought they were ordinary housekeepers. However, they often ask their father to preach scripture because they make them obsessive for his Buddhism. Looks like Dad's been invited again today.

Walk into the palace of this millennium ancient temple and see a large group of people under black pressure chanting the scriptures. It is the most familiar book of the Vajra. Listening to them sing like poetry, my nose is a little sour. These scriptures, which passed through the years of 1650, are still widely recited.

“Buddha! If one holds the seven treasures of the world with an infinite number of monks, and if there are good men and good women who give the Bodhisattva heart, they hold the Book, or even four sentences, etc., and are recited and given speeches, their blessings prevail over each other. If the cloud speaks, it is not taken from the face, as if it were immobile. Why is that? ”

“Everything can be done, such as fantasy bubbles, such as dew or electricity, should be viewed as such. ”

“The Buddha said yes. The elders' bodhisattva spoke of Bichu, Bichuni, Yu Sai, Yu Lai. All the worlds, heavens, men, Ashuro, heard what the Buddha said, were rejoicing and believed. ”

After reading the praises, the monks and many housekeepers worship the Buddha. Two elderly people stood up in the crowd, the old woman had white hair and a silk scarf with a still bright colour around her neck. The old man's tall, thin body is a bit of a rickety body, but it is a supreme figure. Raise your hands and carry your bag, revealing a string of red onion beads on your wrist.

The two old men smiled at each other and walked out of the hall with their hands in their arms. I smiled and walked up to the temple door, holding their bags and holding one hand.