Stop at the monastery.
There are not many people on the road, only one or two tourists are met. It is not a major scenic spot, and few people go there. Along the mountain road and the signpost, I found Zhi Zhi Temple.
Walking into the gate of buddhist nun, I saw lush vegetation, dilapidated depression and silence, as if no one had been here for a long time. There are no other tourists in buddhist nun, only me.
Alone in this ancient temple in the deep mountain surrounded by mountains on three sides, I felt a thrill of fear. After some hesitation, I decided not to go in and ran away just visible.
Walking to the door, a man and a woman came in. I met them on the road just now and asked them for directions. Seeing someone come in, I was relieved and no longer afraid.
The man asked me, are you afraid alone? I nodded, hmm. Then follow them, and then just walk in.
This temple has long been abandoned, and there are no monks and nuns.
Among this pair of tourists, that one seems to know this place very well. He is like an English gentleman, holding a long-handled umbrella and explaining to his female companion all the way.
I followed them not far away, and once I didn't listen to the man. But the man's voice is so low that I can't hear clearly.
Follow the steps, bypass the front hall and go up to the highest place in the hall.
It was a flat land, behind it, next to the rock, and a small niche was carved on the cave wall. There seems to be a bodhisattva inside, facing the exit of the mountain.
Men say this is a special field. He told his companions about the geomantic omen here.
The temple is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces the water on one side. The two mountains in front, one like a flag and the other like a drum, are evenly matched. Feng shui is special, and most people can't stand it. Many monks and nuns can't stay here, so this temple is abandoned.
On the flat ground in front of the niche, there are two circular patterns, one on the left and the other on the right. There is a candlestick-shaped cylinder in the middle of the pattern, with a few dried incense inserted in it.
The man told me and her companion to stand in the middle of the frustum of a cone, with their backs to the incense burner in the middle, and stand for a while with their eyes closed.
After about 10 minutes, he told us to open our eyes gently. Then they switched places and stood with their eyes closed again for about 10 minutes.
He woke us up for the second time, told us to gently open our eyes and asked us how we felt.
When I closed my eyes for the first time, my head was sweaty, but my whole back was chilly, like a mountain wind blowing.
When I moved to another place and stood for the second time, I had a reaction when I meditated and stood on the pile. My body twitched and I sighed.
While chatting, we slowly returned to buddhist nun. The man asked me about my reaction. Is this the first time? Or as usual? I told him that I usually do this when I meditate on standing piles.
He analyzed my card position according to my reaction, saying that I was traumatized when I was a child, and I had a lot of depression, fear and sadness, so I couldn't relax.
I briefly talked about my childhood and said that I had studied for so many years and wanted to meet a good teacher to give me some advice.
He said it was up to him. Good teachers may not meet, and teachers who meet crooked ways are even worse.
He also analyzed that my tangled personality would affect getting along with my family. I smiled gently and said, yes, that's why I'm alone now.
Men say my karma is too heavy. He said that some things don't need brain analysis, and the brain can't fully explain them. He made me recite the so-and-so sutra once a day for 49 days.
I said that I had studied this scripture before, but when I remembered it, I was afraid of all the areas inside, so I stopped reading it.
I don't know why, in the process of chatting with me, men gradually became dissatisfied with me. Especially when I said that I was afraid of reading such and such classics, men simply got angry.
He said, this is your karma, such a good way, in front of you, but you are afraid.
He went back to the beginning, when I walked into the garden alone and said, I'm afraid, I'm running around alone!
There was almost condemnation in his tone. He seems to be very dissatisfied with me entering the stop-stop nunnery or visiting the stop-stop nunnery with them.
We returned to the door of buddhist nun. Facing the right side of the gate, there is a masonry path. We turned on that path, and just walked five or six meters, the man suddenly stopped and said to me, we are going up the mountain, so don't follow us.
Slavery and cowardice from childhood made me instinctively, cowardly and obedient to say, well, I smiled, thank you. Goodbye.
The path twists and turns, and they immediately disappear into the tree-lined jungle and disappear.
They walked for a few minutes, and I stood alone at the gate of buddhist nun in a daze. At this time, I just recovered and thought, why should I listen to him? This mountain doesn't belong to his family, and he didn't drive this road.
But it makes sense that people don't want to be my guide.
There are many stations in buddhist nun. I stand in front of a station on the ground. This station consists of four stations: East, West, North and South. No matter which direction you look at it, it is very close.
I stood by the big station and looked at it, thinking, standing, the biggest problem in life is not knowing. Stop, stop, stop, let go. I should stop.
I shouldn't have so much curiosity, and I shouldn't be so persistent and pursue perfection. Stop when it is time to stop, and let go when it is time to let go. Don't worry about it.
There is no endless road in life, no endless mountain, no endless scenery. Life doesn't need endless grabbing.
Although this mountain is not his and this road is not his, I stopped if I was not told to follow. It doesn't hurt to listen to irrelevant people for once.
I entered a buddhist nun, met a person, saw a word and had a result. I walked slowly down the hill and climbed another mountain. I am still immersed in the aftertaste of what happened just now, and I feel very wonderful, strange and mysterious.
Lying in bed at night, I suddenly realized that that experience was a blessing for me.
I met a man of practice in a practice place. Like Zhi Zhian, he guided me to calm down, talk about my psychology and practice, and taught me to stop with practical actions.
If this is not the grace of the universe, what is it? Born in me, I really should stop.
There is nothing in the world for no reason, so be grateful.