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When I visited Dazang Temple, it was at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, when it snowed for the first time in Malkang. We walked to Chunchou Village, Dazang Township, and looked around from the observation deck. The mountains were white-headed, the pines were covered with snow, the roofs were pure, and the terraces were covered with ice. The Buddhist temple in front is the Dazang Temple. The golden pagoda looks even more solemn and solemn against the white frost and snow.
Dazang Temple is so close, but it is not easy to actually visit it. The car climbed over the mountain, and the mountain road was in a zigzag shape, with room for only one car. Every 100 meters, it turned back to a 30-degree slope. The vehicle is like a vigorous leopard, running on the rugged road, roaring and climbing up. Looking out the window, the road at the bottom of the ditch is getting farther and farther. We seem to be hanging in mid-air. We can pick the snow on the branches with our hands, and look up at the white clouds on the snow-capped mountains.
The road to pilgrimage is never easy. The wind horse flag on the way here was swaying in the wind on the hillside of the valley. Prayer flags printed with dense Tibetan mantras, Buddhist scriptures, statues and mascots float between the earth and the sky, forming a vast scene connecting the earth to the sky. These prayer flags and the passing wind know where people's happiness and happiness come from. The red flags are inserted into the lawn, shining brightly like deer antlers; Become the embrace of banners. The overwhelming wind and horse flags are dancing and dancing, soothing the steep and dangerous road at this moment, making my heart beat dizzy.
The car stopped suddenly outside Dazang Temple. My legs were a little weak, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen at high altitudes, or perhaps because I felt cold after leaving the air-conditioned carriage, and my body had not yet adapted to the temperature here. Then I realized that the ancients actually had their intentions and benefits in building temples in high mountains and deep forests, or in places with bitter and cold climates. Only when practitioners truly isolate themselves from the world of mortals and cut off contact with the hustle and bustle can they truly be calm and concentrate on their cultivation. If pilgrims do not go through an arduous journey, they can easily worship the Buddha and ask, "Where can I go through the hardships of the physical body?" How about feeling pain and discomfort, but instead receiving spiritual baptism? Then the sublimation of the soul becomes even more out of reach.
The plaque of Dazang Temple hangs high on the temple door, with large gilt characters on the bottom of Tibet. The person who signed the inscription is "Aixinjue Luo Hengyi". She is a direct descendant of the royal family of the last dynasty of China, the great-granddaughter of King Duan Zaiyi, and an important successor of the court painting school. This plaque was invited by Dazang Temple after it was renovated in the 1990s. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Dazang Temple was highly respected by emperors and imperial courts of all dynasties, and it received long-term support from the royal family, including ritual objects, seals, gold, treasures, cloth and daily necessities for monks. The name of the temple was written by Heng Yi, the last royal family, which can be said to be traditional and followed the rules of history.
After six hundred years of ups and downs, time has shrunk into a bright light in front of Dazang Temple. From the past to the present, from one shore to the other shore, the Dharma conch sinks and the sound of chanting sutras follows the light and distinguishes the sound. Unconsciously, the world has changed and the dream has awakened.
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Snow covered the roof tiles of Dazoji Temple, and ice formed under the eaves, which was cold to the touch. It was hard to stop the eagerness of our group of visitors. A heart that has been wandering in the world of mortals, with a trace of curiosity and a kind of truth-seeking, approaches the legendary temple, looking for it, visiting it, paying homage and looking up to it.
Dazang Temple is located on the hillside of Qukel Mountain. The mountain is shaped like a giant elephant, and the temple is built on the "elephant's neck" position. The nearby mountains surround the center, naturally forming an arrangement of thirteen Vajra Mandalas. In the center of the temple, as far as the eye can see, there are peaks in the southeast and northwest, which resemble the four guardians of the mandala.
The first snow covered the mountain tops, clouds covered the mountains in the distance, and the peaks of the mountains seemed to have fallen salt. The mountains have not yet been closed due to heavy snowfall, and small trails have been mercifully left for people to walk on. A goshawk flew from a distance, circled in the sky, and shot towards the steep rock wall like an arrow. The white mountain tops and black eagle wings are like a fleeting picture, making a bold and heroic stroke in the sky. Not far from the temple, a big tree stood. Perhaps it was touched by the flight path of the goshawk. The top of the tree swayed, and dozens of birds "exploded", flapping their wings, like a piece of flowing black silk, and flew toward the tree. It flows in the direction of the river valley.
A short-tailed yellow dog, with four hooves falling on the snow, printed plum blossoms. It jumped down from the steps inside the door, as if it quickly recognized that we were just pilgrims, and with compassion and kindness in mind, it quickly scurried to the door, wagging its short tail in a friendly way, to welcome us from afar.
Entering the temple gate, passing through a square about 20 meters wide, and going up the steps, you will find the majestic and solemn sutra hall. The Eight Treasures Map with black background and white lines hangs on the front of the main sutra hall, and the roof is gilded. From the gray clouds, a few tenacious rays of sunlight shine through, shining like spotlights on the human world, making the snow-scrubbed eaves shine. There was silence all around, the sound of people's footsteps also sounded like a disturbance, and snowballs fell from the roofs. The splashing snow powder penetrated into the neck, bringing a cool touch and refreshing the spirit. At the same time, holding one's breath and concentrating, with a pious and quiet heart, he lowered his eyebrows, took off his shoes and walked slowly into the sutra hall.
The interior of the sutra hall is gorgeous, with exquisite thangkas on the upper walls. The lifelike pictures convey stories from Buddhist scriptures. In the middle of the hall, Buddha statues and living Buddha images are enshrined in mantras. In the left ear hall, thousands of Buddha statues are enshrined on the stone wall; in the right ear hall, thousands of Tara images are enshrined.
A "sacred pillar" wrapped in yellow satin is known as the "first pillar of Dazang Temple". According to legend, it was selected by Ngawang Drakpa, the founder of the temple. It has a history of 600 years. . The suffering and glory of the past have been washed away countless times by the pure river water of time, and they have almost faded away. However, as long as you touch your forehead lightly to the sacred pillar and caress the square pillar with both hands, a wave of energy from six hundred years ago will appear. The strong wind blows the forehead, blows away the fog, and wanders along a magical time tunnel, wandering back to the original place.
At that time, there was no Tripitaka Monastery in the world, but there was a Buddhist disciple named Ngawang Drakpa. At a young age, he was very famous because of his intelligence and talent.
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In the mid-14th century, Ngawang Drakpa was born in the Jiarong area. In 1381, he went to central Tibet to study Dharma with Tsongkhapa, the founder of the Metrical Sect. Master Tsongkhapa had deep love and expectations for this disciple.
One morning in 1409, Ngawang Drakpa described his dream to Master Tsongkhapa: a pair of white snails fell from the sky, and the two snails merged into one and fell into his arms. He took it casually and blew it toward the east. The sound of the conch became louder and louder, immediately shaking the entire east.
The master believes that Ngawang Drakpa’s propagation of Dharma was in his hometown, eastern Tibet. The sound of the conch shell is loud and clear, which reveals the vast cause of spreading the Dharma.
Ngawang Drakpa Yiyi said goodbye to his mentor. Before leaving, Tsongkhapa took off his rosary and gave it to his beloved disciple. Ngawang Drakpa held the rosary in his hands and made a great wish: "As many as there are beads in this rosary, I will build the same number of temples to repay the teacher's kindness!"
Before the birth of Dazang Temple, Ngawang Drakpa Ba has built 107 temples in Jiarong area. The compassion of the Buddha made Ngawang Drakpa forget his fatigue. His vow to his mentor was the strong motivation for Ngawang Drakpa to walk tirelessly. His faith is as pure as the white snow, unstained by the dust of the world.
For the sake of commitment and belief, Ngawang Drakpa would rather give up everything in his life. Just like a Tibetan believer who kowtows his head, he travels thousands of miles and spends many years, regardless of wind, food, or sleeping in the open. He travels morning and evening, crawling in the sand. Shi Bingxue still has no complaints or regrets. Every time you kowtow, touch your forehead, touch your mouth or touch your chest, your body language and will will blend with the Buddha. It is also a solemn exchange between the mortal body and gods and Buddhas. The 107 temples that have been completed have taken Ngawang Drakpa a lot of energy and effort, but he still climbed mountains and waded through rivers to carefully select the site for the last temple.
Arriving near Qukel Mountain, Ngawang Drakpa could not decide which place was the best. When he was hesitating, a crow flew over, took his hada in its mouth, flew to a tall cypress tree, and hung the hada on the branch. Ngawang Drakpa saw many ants under the tree, busy coming and going. He was overjoyed, as this was a sign of a large number of monks in the temple in the future. He decided to trim off the branches of the cypress tree and use the trunk as one of the pillars of the temple. Around this pillar, he built the main hall of the temple. The temple pillar made of this tree trunk is the "sacred pillar" wrapped in yellow satin that still stands in the temple.
Since then, the sacred pillar has been guarding the Dazang Temple year after year, and has become a solid part of the Dazang Temple with its own flesh and blood. It used its steel-like backbone to hold up a temple and withstand six hundred years of snow, rain, wind and frost.
Get close to the sacred pillar, let it be quiet and ethereal, relax your hands and feet, breathe slowly, communicate with it with piety, and cheer it up with your heart and soul. There is no need to ask for fame and wealth, just put your palm against it Well, it’s like being close to the residual warmth of history, like being close to a piece of understanding in the soul. Those who understand will understand, just like returning to the hometown of a wanderer, everything is familiar and you can pick up the past at will. It turns out that the reincarnation of the human world has sealed the secrets, and time has condensed into the texture of wood.
Immortals and mortals, sacred trees and believers, in the whirlpool of time and space, sometimes intersect and sometimes separate, just like the famous six-armed Mahakala statue in Dazang Temple, shining in the immortal legend Hui.
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When the Tripitaka Monastery was about to be completed, Ngawang Drakpa was troubled because he could not find skilled craftsmen to mold the Buddha statues. One day, three black men claiming to be from India came to the temple to seek shelter and said they were statue masters. Ngawang Drakpa was very happy and invited them to build a Buddha statue for Dazang Temple. In the end, only one black man agreed to stay.
The inauguration ceremony of the temple is about to be held. The black people have already built other Buddha statues, except for the six-armed Mahakala Dharma Protector statue. Only the upper body has been built and it could not be completed in time. In desperation, Ngawang Drak decided to hold the completion ceremony as scheduled.
At the end of the celebration, the black statue maker put on a huge protective mask and performed a dance as if no one else was watching. Everyone looked at him, and he was completely unaware of their surprised gazes. He seemed to be driven by a powerful force, dancing faster and faster, with a nimble posture, like wind and lightning. In the blink of an eye, the black statuette disappeared without a trace, as if blown away by the wind. Everyone wiped their eyes and looked down at the ground - there was only one mask left on the ground, which was still shaking slightly due to inertia.
A monk pointed at the statue of the six-armed Mahakala Dharma Protector and suddenly exclaimed. People turned their heads one after another. This originally unfinished statue of the protector had been completed at some time. It was brightly colored and lifelike. Ngawang Drakpa understood that the black craftsmen were the human embodiment of the six-armed Mahakala, and completed the statue by integrating themselves into the protector statue.
The miracles are convincing. It turns out that there is no natural barrier between God and man. Ngawang Drakpa remembered that the black craftsmen once said: "I don't need any special thanksgiving ceremony. I only need the offerings from the monks, and I want the same." From then on, the Dazang Temple had an unshakable tradition. When a donor comes to the temple to distribute offerings, the chanter will remind him loudly: "Don't forget to give an offering to the 'black man'!"
In Dazang Temple, the monks regard the six-armed Mahakala as a living being. Members of the monastic community would solemnly include him even when calculating the number of monks in the monastery.
God appears in human form and is integrated with the statue of God. However, the instructions left in the human world are "no different from those of the monks in the temple." What seems to be a tortuous fusion of gods and men may express the Dazang Temple's spirit of spreading the Dharma and concentrating on practicing Dharma, but don't think too high of the gods and Buddhas. They are around us, and in the hearts of everyone who does good deeds, we are all mortals, but we all may have wisdom roots and can cultivate Buddha nature.
The freedom and straightforwardness of the six-armed Mahakala revealed a "hidden trace of the flesh" in front of the monks. The skin is only a support for our survival. If we do not inject a vivid soul, It will just be like an empty vessel, meaningless. In life, sometimes it is inevitable to fall into the entanglement of desires. In order to enjoy wealth and splendor in the body, we will not hesitate to live in cowardice, and even forget our conscience. Do the gods and Buddhas, with a little ridicule and compassion, bend over and look at the people running on the ground, then show up and retreat again, leave without a trace, and pass on the silent enlightenment to those who truly understand? Woolen cloth?
When the temple was finally completed, Master Ngawang Drakpa shouted "Dazang" with great relief, which means "completed" in Tibetan, and Dazang became the name of the temple. Dazang Temple means "perfect confidence". It is the 108th bead on the rosary. It is Ngawang Drakpa's solemn promise to his mentor and a beam of burning fire from Malkang.
Malkang means "the place where the fire is strong" in Tibetan. Malkang, which was born in the snow-capped mountains, is pure and clear, like a round pearl. It is a tear in the shell, breathing the ancient breath and tranquilizing the tranquility of today. In 1414, the Dazang Temple was completed. There was a cluster of flames burning extremely vigorously here, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, the stars and moon shining brightly, very close to the sky and the sun. The sound of the conch passes through the fog and tears apart the clouds. Those who understand all bow their heads in tears, for the sake of God in heaven and for the mercy of mankind.
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Without compassion, the world would be cold. And a ray of auspicious light has arrived in the snowy field. It may not be able to melt the ice and snow at that time, but it can warm future generations and is praised to this day.
To the right of Dazang Temple, there is a small stone tablet with the image of Guanyin engraved on it. This is a stone monument erected to commemorate the visit of the sixth Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso.
Cangyang Gyatso is like an eternal mystery and an immortal legend in the world. Among all the monks and lamas in the long history, he may be the one who is most loved by the people. He once wrote in a poem: "Living in the Prada Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy land. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."
Although the Dalai Lama In his famous name, Tsangyang Gyatso's life was imprisoned. He was unwilling to be manipulated by others and became depressed, which further inspired his yearning for freedom and love. This was also his deliberate rebellion against imposed precepts and dark machinations.
Tsangyang Gyatso only spent twenty-three years in this world. In the limited time, he could have a period of time to practice in the Dazang Temple anonymously. For him, it may be an extremely benevolent arrangement from God.
The Dazang Temple in the deep mountains welcomes the largest king in the snowy area in the quiet breathing.
Cangyang Gyatso turned his inner depression into "dissolute behavior". He liked to pretend to be an ordinary monk and travel around. Arriving at Dazang Temple in the mountains, he felt the rare peace and tranquility in his heart, like a bird that has flown thousands of miles and found a rich and warm place where it can temporarily rest its tired wings and rest its restless soul. .
Tsangyang Gyatso cleverly dressed himself up, hid in the Dharma Protector Hall, practiced among a group of lamas, and watched calmly. He highly praised the size of Dazang Temple and the monks' diligence in learning. Like a drop of water, hidden in the entire ocean, Cangyang Gyatso's heart is clear and calm. He feels relieved and warm to have this group of fellow practitioners around him. They were so pure that they placed themselves so low that they were invisible and left no trace. This gave Tsangyang Gyatso a strange thrill. He used to play pranks on the streets of Lhasa by pretending to be a nobleman or a beggar, in order to erase his status as a nobleman. This status was like a pure gold crown, so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.
Tsangyang Gyatso’s hiding place was discovered by an old monk who had been to Lhasa and had met him before. The old monk looked at him so familiarly and felt suspicious, so he asked respectfully.
The old monk finally recognized Cangyang Gyatso. He asked the old monk to keep it a secret for himself, but the old monk begged him to leave some souvenirs of his stay in Dazang Temple. Tsangyang Gyatso said: "After I leave, you can erect a stele of Guanyin at the place where we meet. Anyone who sees the stele will feel like they are seeing me!"
The old monk solemnly promised, and later Sure enough, a stone monument was erected at the place.
Although the Living Buddha has been away for more than two hundred years, his beautiful poems are still being circulated. "There is peace in the world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and I will live up to you."
Half of Tsangyang Gyatso's heart is dedicated to the gods and Buddhas, and the other half is dedicated to his beloved girl. Throughout his life, he worked hard to pursue a little freedom and happiness, and to explore the true beauty of human nature, but this became evidence of his crime - "Indulging in wine and sex, ignoring religious affairs, he is not the real Dalai Lama." Kangxi issued an order to depose him. According to legend, he passed away in meditation on the lakeside while being escorted to Beijing. A generation of Dalai Lamas and a generation of poet monks eventually became victims of political struggles.
At that moment, would Tsangyang Gyatso think of the Dazang Temple on the top of the snow-capped mountains of Malkang? He was once in the temple, far away from sin and very close to gods and Buddhas.
I looked back at the place where Tsangyang Gyatso used to meditate and practice. The heart of the mountain is covered with a thin layer of snow, like gentle whispers, like the continuous Buddha's name. The Buddha's disciples are still reciting ancient scriptures. It is a pity that there is no more Tsangyang Gyatso in the world. He left without any worries, no tears and no complaints.
That day, I walked slowly to the Tripitaka Temple and experienced calmness, peace, joy and joy. Perhaps, this is what Tsangyang Gyatso has experienced. Surrounded by the silent Zen temple among the magnificent mountains, under the clear blue sky, he can wash away the hustle and bustle and meditate peacefully. All things in the world follow nature, let good attract good, beauty stick to beauty, and in the heart lake where the lotus blooms, a purer lotus blooms.
"Even if we meet each other and we don't know each other, my face will be covered with dust and my temples will be like frost." I think I can no longer disturb Tsangyang Gyatso's peaceful soul, and don't bother asking Dazang Temple if he still remembers his handsomeness. figure. Everything that has happened is the best arrangement of fate. The world was originally empty. Only in the vast emptiness can the towering snow-capped mountains grow and the springs tinkling. Only then can the various forms of love and hatred in the world appear. A legend, a passing by, and an encounter are enough for us to chew on and reminisce for a long time.
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I wonder if the appearance of Tsa Tsa is the theoretical deduction and reappearance of the "pan-god" in Tibet?
In the hearts of Tibetans in the Snowy Land, all materials in the world can be made into Buddha statues and stupas. They rub water, fire and wind, which is a strange but real scene. What they firmly believe in their hearts is that the warm water, warm fire and drifting wind have turned into countless merits and blessings to protect the people. All things have spirits, and they selflessly provide humans with a place to thrive, food to keep them healthy, and a place to live and work in peace and contentment. However, people often ask for more from nature than they are grateful. Tibetans use invisible tsa to transform the sky into gods and Buddhas, which is also a kind of gratitude and gift to nature. Only the purest eyes in the world can see the deepest truth, and only the gentlest heart can understand the meaning of faith. valuable.
Faith is like a seedling. Even if the outside world is stormy and stormy, with love and kindness as companions, it can survive one calamity after another and one difficulty after another.
In the past years, Dazang Temple has enjoyed many royal glory. The temple preserves the ivory seals given by Emperor Qianlong, the brocade fabrics provided by the emperor, the heavenly clothes given by the emperor, the pieces of the crowns of the Five Buddhas, the imperial edicts and edicts of the past dynasties, and the gongs provided by the generals of the Ming Dynasty. In addition to the countless precious offerings from emperors and central Tibet, Dazang Temple also received support and donations from the eighteen local chieftains throughout history, becoming the authority and center of Dharma for the Gelug Sect in the Jiarong area at that time. The Dazang Temple is quite famous in history. In the Potala Palace in Lhasa, there is a mural of "Important Temples in Tibet", which includes this Dazang Temple.
Dazang Temple originally had six Buddhist halls, including the Maitreya Hall, the Tsongkhapa Hall, the Mahavira Hall and the Dharma Protector Hall, as well as a Bamboo Prayer Tower and a Kankang Tower, which were used as two Buddhist altars for generations to live in. at. There is a retreat house on the mountain behind the temple for monks to meditate and retreat. There is a pagoda in front of the temple, which is thirty meters high and towering. There are countless precious holy objects inside.
Such a magnificent Dazang Temple has been ruthlessly damaged in history. In order to destroy it, some people even used bombs. The entire temple, except for the Dharma Protector Hall, which was requisitioned as a warehouse for villagers, survived, and the other buildings were razed to the ground.
A catastrophe turned the Dazang Temple into a scorched ruin. People don't know whether Dazang Temple has perished in the ruins of the ruins. The stars have fallen in the cold dark night, and they are lamenting endlessly and helplessly.
An old lama in the monastery could not speak eloquently, but he did a great thing that took life and death lightly. He put the statue of the protector of Dazang Temple into a tsampa bag and carried it on his back no matter where he went. Others ridiculed him for cherishing his life like gold, for fear that someone would steal his food rations, and he could not be separated for a moment. Little did he know that he was using his life to prevent the statue of the temple’s guardian from being damaged.
This old lama was also a human being. At that time, various voices shook the sky, telling him that he was right and glorious. The noise roughly tampered with the silence, and fear and panic shrouded his head like a dark cloud. However, the old lama was able to retain his original intention and not change his old beliefs amidst the turmoil and noise. He used this belief to guard the statue of the Dharma Protector, and the Dharma Protector statue also silently guarded him.
Perhaps nothing in the world can last forever, and even something as magnificent as the Dazang Temple cannot escape this law. It was once a Buddhist temple that people dedicated their hearts to. They were willing to shed their heart's blood, weave strong wishes, and build a bridge to a country with profound cultivation. They could watch the Buddha holding flowers and smile, and listen to the evening drums and morning bells of the clear heart.
But its kind and compassionate mind failed to withstand the vagaries of fate.
Maybe there is nothing really solid in the world. Even if it is as solid as steel, it can be cut easily. The human heart is something harder than steel. The righteous faith that grows from the human heart will endure nine deaths without regrets. One day, righteous faith will shine brightly again.
When all the struggles return to tranquility, when all the sorrows and joys turn into no anger, when all the comings and goings become eternity, a piece of snow like the tender feathers of an oriole blooms into a beautiful scene in the heart. . Love rises and falls in the river of love, and enlightenment appears in the mirror image of enlightenment.
Wuhen’s faith will one day allow the Dazang Temple, which has become an old memory, to reveal its true form and regain its glory.
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Qi Zhuren Baozhe regards "wisdom and compassion" as the medicine of the soul, and believes that this is the way to cure all the diseases in the world. When he returned to his hometown of Malkang in 1993, he went to give lectures at the Dazang Temple where he had witnessed the grand event forty years ago. Although he had already known that the temple had been destroyed, what he saw before him still made him "difficult to breathe and it was difficult to adapt to it for a while." The Dazang Temple that appeared in front of Qi Zhuren Baozhe had only a few broken walls left.
There was no palace available, so Qi Zhuren Baozhe had to sit on the open dirt floor to teach the Dharma. Tens of thousands of believers were sitting on the ground. The uneven ground and masonry and tree roots could not stop people's eager yearning. Most of them were so excited that they burst into tears or burst into tears. Faith forms a bridge between people. Hearts beat together, vibrate at the same frequency, and feel happiness and sadness together. It is natural to shed tears.
Qi Zhuren Baozhe could not forget what he saw when he returned to his hometown, and he vowed to rebuild the Dazang Temple. In the next twenty years, he returned to his hometown several times to discuss rebuilding the temple with the local government and villagers. The entire construction process is like a pilgrimage, and every step forward requires dedicated efforts. But Qi Zhuren Baozhe did not give up easily. Neither the people in his hometown nor his followers around the world gave up. Everyone gathered firewood, blazing flames lit up the sky, and a brand-new Dazang Temple slowly stood up among the added bricks and tiles.
The rebuilt Dazang Temple includes the golden-domed Mahavira Hall, Maitreya Hall, the Patriarch Hall with the eight-meter-high Tsongkhapa statue, the Dabei Hall, the Fudo Hall, etc., as well as a temple history and cultural relics museum. , Debate Academy, Buddhist Academy, large monk residences and canteens used for collective meals. Among the statues of Maitreya and Patriarch Tsongkhapa, multiple sets of Tripitaka, Buddha relics, the ashes of Patriarch Atisha, Tsongkhapa relics and sacred objects of past masters are enshrined. On the periphery of the temple, another thousand prayer wheels and paths for pilgrims to circumambulate the temple were built.
In its heyday, Dazang Temple had hundreds of buildings, like a small city, and more than 800 monks. The number is generally recorded as 500 in the literature, which is taken from the five Buddhist temples in the history of Buddhism. The meaning of Hundred Arhats. In 1993, when Qi Zhurenbaozhe returned to his hometown to teach the Dharma, he saw only "about four or five" monks. With the construction and revitalization of the monastery, the construction of the monastic community also gradually recovered, the study system was re-established, and the monastery was restored. There are drums in the evening and bells in the morning, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name.
I couldn’t understand a single word of the scriptures recited by the lama, but this did not hinder my inner purity. Walking into Dazang Temple, one could occasionally hear the sound of snow falling from the pine tower and eaves. People consciously slowed down their steps and lowered their voices, so as not to disturb the pilgrims, let alone the tranquility of the holy land. In the rolling mortal world, surrounded by thousands of things, "tranquility" is a rare state of mind, just like the rareness of sweet spring water coming out of the dust, and impetuousness is like a depressing black shadow, following each step. Walking through Dazang Temple, I seemed to understand the Buddhist scriptures and understand the tranquility, kindness, beauty and warmth contained in them. What the monks think about and seek is the peace of all living beings in the world, harmony among all things, and love for each other.
The ice and snow underfoot made a slight cracking sound, like a "barrier" formed by too much persistence in the past. The barriers were broken, the eyes were clear, and the mind was calmed, making this walk and visit fulfilling and joyful. Encountering Dazangji Temple is a warm and kind thought for me.
It is approaching dusk, and the sun has reduced half of its sunlight, hiding half of its face in the clouds. He grabbed a handful of white snow from the bush and shaped it into a ball. It gradually became smooth and solid, and then gradually collapsed and melted. The snow water flows along the fingers, and the sunlight shining through the fingers seems to have colorful rays of light, flickering and jumping with the crystal snow water.
The snow falls silently, but it can accumulate white on the ground; there are traces of stepping on the snow, but it allows us to let go of the complicated world. Just like the visible and invisible Buddha, as long as you have it in your heart, your heart will be stable and peaceful. The heavy snow is falling, and the impetuousness of love has returned to purity without a trace. There is no more wandering and forgetfulness of honor and disgrace. With the purity of snow, a cool world is washed out, and with the changes of the Dazang Temple, a garden of rest for the heart is built.