Falun always turns, clouds fly high and rain fly, and the world of light views.
Jindian reform, the golden building is warm, and the golden rope clears the way. The Golden Lotus now has six golden bodies.
The dharma circle is very broad. It is said that Tianzhu Garden only occupies one seat in the futon and passes lanterns to Zhu Xi.
Floating life was originally a magical sandalwood product, but it was taught by the three elephants of Chenopodium album.
Hundreds of millions of wonderful methods are boundless, and mountains and rivers are dusty and mustard seeds.
The 3,000-boundary Ci Hang Pu Du Ren Shengfan ghosts and beasts cross the other shore, and the Shatou Buddha shines again every day.
Who wants to push away the dark tide of the night to welcome the drum, unless the moon on earth is a bright lamp,
Only Buddha and Bodhi truly belong to the battlefield and can rest in cool, rainy and humid places.
Compassion is willing to be a new monastery, as long as bamboo.
The pure dharma body is just the ancient Buddha's golden capacity. Today, the wind is always alive, and the golden Zen yellow flower is prajnaparamita.
Fame and fortune have nothing to do with hoeing the moon. Yun Geng is looking for food and wants to taste lotus flowers.
The dust is not dyed, the flowers are playing bamboo, and the meditation is fun.
Quiet scenery quiet, green bamboo, as if and vulture ridge environment.
The mountains are deep in spring, flowers are fragrant and birds are singing. People often live on the grass couch in the garden for ten days at a time.
The newly built lotus statue has stood in Longpan for hundreds of millions of years, and Yonghui Buddhism and Sun Sanjiao solemnly ranked second.
Epiphyllum reappears, bells ring, drums vibrate deaf, constant sand vibrates deaf, and the wind is clear and the gas is positive.
Xiangyun has been here for a long time.
Before going to bed, there is no common obstacle. After sitting down, you should have a little meditation and know the light, that is, the fire is cooked for a long time.
When the dream is ripe, a few minutes can't break the house, and the cicada shadow is silent in spring.
Wandering halfway up the mountain in Sambo, the clouds and shadows have gone without a trace, the paintings of Zen scenery are forever scattered, and the wind and crane dreams are together.
The cloud holds the great hero, and the masses take it seriously, and Sanskrit is new and true.
The quiet Zen mind of the Yuecheng Zen world once again shook the Zen dharma wheel and reopened the clan style of this day.
There is no need to spread gold cloth on this futon to prove Buddha.
The moon and autumn waters fly in all directions, and a forest is quiet. You must also send a lantern to Tiexi Yong from Yu Zhenzhuo.
The second kind of monk temple
Mountain birds have feelings and preach Buddha's words, clouds open the dharma circle, and stone chambers are blank.
Hualin's Zen machine with nothing to solve. The moon shines on the treasure in the monk's room. Rain accumulated on the mountain gate.
Yun Chun curtain is warm, Wulai Avenue is free, and Heqi Ancient Cave should be set loose.
The seat is hung in the mirror, and the dawn breaks. Zen machine is always empty. The ape stole the fruit that moved west.
The stream sounds long, the stream washes the autumn moon, and it is refreshing to come to Xiao Temple.
All the mountains are covered by the eyes of the law. The flowing cup pool is pink. A hundred feet of Songtao circled the Buddhist temple.
At dusk, the sound of turtles drummed into the sky, and the incense kept blowing in the hall. After turning over the small room and revealing three flowers,
Whales roar before the morning bell and dream. Rain and flowers often break up. Water meets Cao Xixiang.
Pine and bamboo stand alone in the shade, an inch of mourning platform is full of mirrors, and the tree garden blooms as rain.
There are several peaks on the balcony. Chihiro awakened a pearl from the sea. Water and clothes together turn snow into cotton.
The cup floats in the wild and the dragon is in the distance. Whoever sits for a long time and forgets the machine will light a stone.
There are tigers and leopards hidden in the empty mountains of Xizhen. I am in the middle of heaven and earth. Laugh when you realize it.
The crane returned to the loose path, and before the snow was cold, I saw some true colors.
The monk closed his eyes and meditated, opening the photos and putting incense. The spring breeze is slightly scattered. Then you will get nirvana.
I can cross the cup beyond the other shore. The cup is the same as the clear water gull, but it means that the appearance is not my appearance.
Walk all over the world of mortals. Flying tin empty mountain crane * * *. There was no trace in the crowd.
Rain flies with tin, the temple feels foggy and ancient, and the wind comes to Brahma.
Zen lights don't rely on night pearls. The old monk knew that the years were long. From the moon to Zen, it is particularly round.
The third kind of monk temple
Everyone says that plums are ripe, fruits and vegetables are picked in vegetable bowls after meals, and the breeze on the trees blows jade dust.
I feel that this cloth is a little hairy on me. Provide fragrant flowers to reflect the Buddha lamp. The epiphyllum is fragrant, and the rain and dew are golden lotus.
Pines are trees, flowers touch the moon, and cliffs cover a century-old face.
Clear water is a mirror platform. Cross your hands and lower your eyebrows. Biya III treats idiots.
If the bathing body has lost its mystery, the temple hides mountains and rivers and trees and recites the leaves of fish, mountains and scallops.
The situation is not as bad as the city dust. Brahma is deep in the dust. Talk about lotus spreading smallpox.
Dishes are divided into banana leaves, thousands of peaks are super-colored, and lions roar and dream.
Draw bamboo forest air when playing the piano. A stream of living water awakened the sound. I'm half awake and half fascinated.
The monk was admitted to the hospital, and no one laughed, and the golden body turned into heaven.
The stream is clear, and the guest talks about Yuan. There must be a word to describe the moon. Eight lords' 3,000-year-old Buddhist book.
Hanging tin clouds and pine trees, bottles bearing bamboo dew and autumn moon, idle branches supporting the bright moon.
Tea and cigarettes are brewed around the forest under the bamboo. There are pine clouds hanging on the shaft to roll dusk smoke. Quietly blowing futon and sitting on white clouds.
Looking out from the window, you can get the moon first, the bamboo shadow in the Zen forest contains wind and frost, and the grass clothes brush the mountains and rivers.
Beijing, Tibet, Xiu Zhu and Yun Feng. Stone chamber pine vocal cords rain and autumn. Yan Chun supports Sun Moon Lake.
Vimo Zhang's room is still silent, Falun Gong turns to Kun, and Lotus Buddha hides its true heart.
Youbo Epiphyllum is a living thing. The hole is deep and the years are idle. The Bayeux Sutra is handwritten.
Boiled stones lie in the clouds, and the clouds are determined to open ancient caves according to monks, and they are supplemented by mountains and clouds.
Touch the flowers, light the moon, and realize it three times. The air is sparse in the forest and scattered at noon. Knock on Shi Huo to stir-fry tea.
The fourth kind of monk temple
The wooden fish knocks on the third night of the month, the fragrant rain floats on the Jane Tower, and the seven-level pagoda Ling Bihan.
Flying in the west for a spring. The peaks are scattered, and the epiphyllum falls. An ancient Buddha in the niche reflected a blue lantern.
The Zen room never envies the clouds, and the guests don't think that the tea is light, and the scriptures on the paper are moving.
Is Xiangtai a worldly love? A monk's residence is no more powerful than this world. The Buddha's paw flew into the wishful bottle.
In the mountains, Jia Jia forgot the stubborn stone, a pillow full of unintelligible words, and the flaky peaks peeped at the hue.
The lotus in the bowl is a Buddhist picture. Half a phantom is empty. Clear pool and bright moon shine on Zen mind.
There are thousands of waterfalls, and the shadows of waterfalls are suspended by clouds. The words are like mud roads, and the grass grows in golden fields.
There is a sound in the middle peak. The sound of wandering birds and disorderly springs. If you think, you will become a fate. Epiphyllum comes to an end.
In the moonlight, the monk is quiet, filling the clouds, the trees are outside the clouds, and the chess is quiet.
The clouds are light and the Buddha is quiet. Talk about stone nodding. It is raining in the mountains. Zangying stone altar is high.
Deer can be seen at the depth of the tree, and the wind in the wild stove is Ruo. After searching for the White Horse Temple, flowers will rain everywhere.
I didn't smell the bell this afternoon. Mountains and rivers will gush out. In the year of Hong Niao, monks came here. When walking, the stick comes out of the spring.
Mud the bottom of Niu Geng, talk empty and forget foreign things, smash the clouds to make up, and the clouds are fascinated by the shadows of the two towers.
The jade dog barks at the cloud. Abstain from all evil. Empty ladle leads to dew rice. It was calm and smoky.
After three days of incense, the monk returns to the moon, the stone room is hazy and old, and the tin flies often near the crane.
The bell rang. People are in white clouds. Branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat. The cup went over the seagull.
Monks and Temples (1) Taoist Temple
Maolong is warm and empty. In Yun Ge, there is a jade room hidden in a book, and it is planned to build a cinnabar tripod.
Loose dogs bark deeply and the night is cold. The platform is priceless. Go out of the hole and listen to Taiyi Bell.
Zeolite knocks on the window fire, jade sand, Yao grass, sky blue, jade girl bears a baby and blows under the moon.
Borrow Lingtou Cloud when mending clothes. Flowing peach blossoms are full of fragrance. Before the Golden Boy Phoenix Festival dance.
At night, the bamboo house played chess and knocked on the moon, and the moss-sealed stone room was full of clouds and gas, which was praised throughout the ages and made great achievements.
In autumn, sit on the pine altar and swallow the wind. The pine-pointed crane dripping with dew makes a sound. A few people practice really well.
Dragonflies stay in the sea, pearl trees, springs suck clouds and veins, and you can watch the sun and the moon at a high rhythm in Yaochi.
The tiger is lying in Dan's room guarding it. The seedling fertilizer was removed in the rain. After many twists and turns, things have changed.
The dog barks at dusk, and the idle clouds don't reflect things, counting the broken chess.
Dong sings the sunset shines on the sky. Wild cranes would rather know how to live. A long whistle, sea, sky, autumn.
White clouds lead the way to view the morning, mountain flowers greet people and smile at the threshold, and dragons return to Xiao Dong and the clouds are wet.
Invite the bright moon into the night, Dan Tai. Wild cranes build nests and clouds accompany me. Musk deer smells like spring grass.
Huadao spring clouds are beautiful, Mo Yan urges during the day, and Liu Chun wakes up.
The stone pool is empty. Own wormwood cinnabar. The tree is soaked with fragrant cranes.
Monks and Temples (2)
The sleeves are covered with green leaves, the dust is swept by the wind, and the moonlight is as clear as water Zen.
Magnolia is infinitely beautiful. Zen customs often invade the moon. Flowers are scattered in the wind.
The smoke is sealed in the cypress, and the residual flowers fall to the ground and even the clouds sweep, and the clouds are wide and shaded to the Zen customs.
The plum blossom account is as bright as jade. New tea is boiled in dew for Zen. In the Vatican spring, flowers and rain float gently.
Rain knocks on the flowers and falls into silence, dust sweeps away the cypress, and plum blossoms lightly line the sutra.
The wind drives the pine to sing Sanskrit. The leaves are open and less moss is dyed. The incense of the ancient philosophers proves the Buddha's heart.