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How to propose marriage in Guangji Temple?

Guangji Temple is a Buddhist temple full of profound sense of history. It was built in the Jin Dynasty and has a history of 1000 years. Its cultural heritage is very profound, attracting a large number of good men and women to pray and worship every year. Let's share with you the detailed process of marriage in Guangji Temple.

Introduction of marriage in Guangji Temple;

Guangji Temple is known as the best marriage proposal temple for thousands of years, which is very effective. This temple enjoys a high reputation among the people. The following is a detailed process for boys and girls:

1. Take a bus to Guangji Temple and buy the corresponding tickets to enter.

2. Go to Kannonji on the central axis.

3. Worship Guanyin Bodhisattva and pray that you can find a suitable partner.

I get up at seven in the morning. Today is Saturday. I dawdled and got it done. Before noon really arrived, I took my time and set foot on the road to Guangji Temple.

July is coming to an end. Just a few days ago, I heard the endless cicadas on both sides of the road outside my home. This is the summer in memory. Those ugly creatures with wings have come again to spare no effort to mate. Perhaps, because life is short, they can only sing in trees for a few weeks, and they will scream anyway. On this day, they waited at least six months, or a year.

Basic information of the temple:

Opening hours: 8:00- 16:30.

Ticket price: free.

Transportation:13; 42; 102; Take the 603 road; 603 road down; 604; 6 19 road trip; 6 19 all the way down; 623;

685 Xisi Road West; Subway Line 4 (in the direction of Gongyi West Bridge) West Fourth Station.

Treat every day as if it were your last.

I hope cicadas will sing on my way. Although it is a little noisy, it matches the scorching sun in the sky, the faint heat wave, and I am sweating alone. It is a reassuring summer in cognition.

But things won't stay the same.

It is cloudy on Saturday. At least when I set out. I feel vaguely on the road, perhaps it is the coolness of coming to test early in autumn. Cicada sang for a while. On such a day, there should be many people mating.

I got on the subway.

Unexpectedly, the subway line 6 at noon on Saturday was very crowded and a little unbearable. A great city can see countless prosperity and wealth, and it also contains sweat and soil for building prosperous wealth. It's all dirt in the end.

Most of the passengers are foreigners, and they don't look rich. The further you go, the more people will bring their children to get married, so you should take them to play. Yes, today is a rest day. Alas, so many children are far worse than cicadas.

A book, if I can finish it in three or four days, should basically be a historical and political book. Who makes me ignorant and troublesome, and I don't understand romance? Maybe I haven't seen enough, so I can't sell it to the emperor.

Always like this. Keep watching. Looking at my electronic paper book all the way, I finally got to Xisi. Cross the road from Exit C, and you will find Guangji Temple.

The West Temple in the Ming Dynasty was the place where Liu Jin, Yu Qian and Yuan Chonghuan lost their souls. Now, it's interesting to see Xisi. Geological museum, Guangji Temple, Shuangguandi Temple for protecting the country and Xishiku Church, a Christian church, are all built here.

Mr. Sai, Buddha, Lao Zi, Jesus, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, from the Mediterranean to the Indus River, from the Central Plains of China to the Mesopotamian Plain, the temples of the sages who tried to give answers to mankind are all located here, which is a little busy and crowded. Let people browse and watch.

Among these words, it is worth mentioning that the Shuangguan Temple protects the country. There used to be two temples in Beijing, one in Xisi and the other in the tea lane in the old Chongwen district, but now they are gone.

If you walk from Ping 'an to here, all the way is a commercial street transformed from a slightly shabby bungalow. It's either a restaurant or a storefront selling air-conditioning electrical accessories. Although dilapidated, the trees are shaded. Sunlight escapes a little from the cracks in the leaves, but most of it hits the leaves and scatters into pieces of green shade. Let the ancient streets just look peaceful. If you don't pay attention, you really won't find such a temple at the end of this long street. You will think that this is an abandoned toilet.

If you are really curious, stop and watch, and you will find that this is a small and quaint building. When you go to explore its identity, you can only see the words "Long live Chairman Mao" written on the building plaque, just like some years.

The back of the word has obviously been altered, but the alteration is too strong and hard, and there is no trace of the past. There is a big yard in the back. I didn't break into houses looking for any clues.

I accepted one thing, one belief, and was replaced by another thing, another idea. After all, in the long scroll of history, it's not a big deal, it's too common to appear in turn and things are different. Today's Chang 'an Luoyang has long lost its former elegance and glory.

After some searching, I found that this ridiculous-looking building, together with the buildings behind it, is a Taoist temple-the Double Guandi Temple to protect the country. Guan Yu and Yue Fei are enshrined in it. The past life of the temple is no longer examinable.

But it existed in Thai for at least three years, that is, before 1326, and then it appeared in writing. Several times of destruction, several times of repair. From 20 16, Xicheng district of Beijing resumed restoration.

The top leaders of the party and government in the district personally came to investigate. It is estimated that temples have ushered in another spring of the new Millennium through a series of policies such as opening walls and making holes. Now, the recovery has begun to take shape, and it is always pleasant to save rather than destroy.

Writing here, I suddenly can't help but think, Taoist priests are gone, what's the use of restoring temples? Instead, I told myself that with a temple, I don't worry about having no believers.

vegetarian

Across the road, it is Guangji Temple. At noon, it's five minutes to twelve.

Hungry.

Eat regularly on weekdays. Have breakfast at half past six, lunch at eleven and dinner at five. I want to make my body metabolize more regularly and live more comfortably. Plus fitness, I am quite temperate. I am hungry when I arrive and don't give myself too much space. It's only a moment from getting out of the subway to getting hungry.

How many things in the world, only in a flash.

Crossing the street was trapped by parking lot fences and railings. With an idea of "opening a convenient door" in my mouth, I lifted my feet and walked onto the sidewalk.

There is no restaurant around Guangji Temple, and a man of 1 m 88 is standing in front of the mountain gate, somewhat at a loss. In addition to several fortune-telling "masters" and "living immortals", there is also a shop selling installation building materials, but there is a domestic convenience store and a Christian goods store in the distance. But obviously, whether it is human flesh baked in the sun for a long time, or water pipes, tobacco and alcohol drinks, or souvenirs given by God, there is not enough to eat. In order to see the Buddha with peace of mind and not be hungry, we went to a small restaurant next to the temple that we had never been to.

I haven't eaten for so many years.

If possible, order vegetarian dishes, and listen to the teacher as much as possible before meeting him. Be clean and kill less.

Vegetarian tofu.

This small restaurant is thin and narrow. Pick up the ticket and order at the front desk. There are tables on the left and right, two rows on the left and one row on the right. Not as greasy as expected, but all the decorations, manners and accents are not annoying and old-fashioned.

In particular, the ordering board hanging above the food entrance seems to have returned to 40 years ago at first glance. Under the menu, several young men dressed in colorful white coats served food to the guests.

The main force is a middle-aged man, bared his chest, rolled up his sleeves, moved quickly and looked disdainful. If I don't listen to the sound and just watch this scene and the old-fashioned menu on it, I will think that this is a tea restaurant in Hong Kong. Yes, Hong Kong, because it's not far from Guangzhou. Yes, now, I miss you again.

The queue time is very long. Some subway workers, some married people and children don't know how to choose. Finally it was my turn, but I was told that the tofu was gone.

It's good to smell the vegetarian food, but the man plunged into a bowl of rice, and most of the fried lettuce was a side dish.

I have been holding this bowl of lunch for a long time. Without waiting for a seat, I picked up the chair by the door, sat on the street at the door and ate with relish. It is really delicious. The vegetables are juicy and the seasoning is just right.

Subway workers in the street chat and smoke. I listened from time to time, looked up at them, looked at the midday sun, bright streets and high walls of ancient temples.

Now that I think about it, this is the word you told me-fireworks.

You can finally enter the temple.

pass

The air is hot and humid, and it smells of earth everywhere. At first glance, there are trees all around. A young man about my age recently got married.

At the moment, he has just set foot on this road. But he is not going to see the Buddha, because at this time, he is no longer a Buddha.

At that time, people were familiar with Siddhartha Gautama, who was the son of King Surabaya, King of Kapylovi in northern India. Handsome prince.

He should be a child who has been under strict supervision and has no freedom. His father wants him to be a good monarch, because of caste, he should be born a monarch.

Besides, everyone is divided into legends. As soon as he was born, someone came to visit him and said that he was a monarch and a monk. It is said that a monk cried excitedly and said that he would not live to see the prince enlighten the world.

It happened that his father didn't want him to enlighten the world. As a result, he became the loneliest person in the palace.

In India in the 6th century BC, including his birthplace, and now southern Nepal, the oppression of caste system and the struggle for political power are reflected in the social level, that is, frequent wars and the annexation of sixteen countries.

Reflected in the ideological level, it promoted the emergence of ideological trends representing the interests of different classes. The two main factions are Brahmins representing conservative thoughts and Shamans representing monks.

At that time, monasticism was a struggle. Because it denies the caste class, it is not noble birth and lofty status that is magical.

What ended Siddhartha's loneliness was a marriage. His father married a princess from a neighboring country for him. But what freed him was not marriage, but freedom.

Father finally breathed a sigh of relief and didn't have to be trapped in the palace. He can play. How wonderful it is to go out of your own world and see the scenery outside. So he went out and walked on the road. He was not a Buddha at that time.

Later generations attached it, saying that he went out of the East Gate first and met an old man. There are no old people in his world. He has never seen them. Therefore, he lamented the shortness of life. Out of the south gate again, I met a patient lying in the filth.

Disappointed, I walked out of the west gate and saw a dead man. Finally, Siddhartha walked out of the north gate and met a monk. Monk means monk in Sanskrit, and here it is probably a monk who abides by precepts and practices.

The prince asked him why he became a monk, and the monk replied that life was impermanent and he wanted to find a way out. Relief, the prince is determined to find relief. His father sadly tried to stop him, and the prince ran away overnight.

How can we get rid of it? After six years of penance, the prince hardly ate or drank, and his clothes were uncovered, but he found nothing. Walking to the Nyerenchan River, Siddhartha bathed and changed his clothes, and made a vow under the Bodhi tree to find a way out in this ordeal.

Seven days later, he realized. He used three methods to tell five people around him the truth of enlightenment from three aspects. This year, the Buddha was thirty-five years old.

Only experience can liberate us.

From then on, people called him Sakyamuni, the sage of Sakyamuni. He is called Buddha, which means enlightened person.

The Buddha didn't show people magic, he just told people that all things and phenomena are determined by interdependent relations and conditions, which is called chance. He also told people that the essence of life is suffering, specifically: life and death, resentment and hatred of society, love and separation, ambition and wish, and five meanings.

Meeting here is meeting people who don't want to meet, and taking five meanings is clinging to many feelings. So how to get rid of it? Let go of persistence and complete nirvana. Perhaps people will find that the pursuit of extinction is also a kind of perseverance. What should we do?

I don't know yet, but I know that the Buddha said that we should improve ourselves through giving, keeping precepts, enduring humiliation, diligence, meditation, wisdom and experience.

In this way, the Buddha became everyone's teacher. Like Confucius, ten years younger than him. As for how the Buddha became a god, how the monks made all kinds of magical powers, and how the years calmed down, we will talk about it later.

As long as you remember, you don't have to be confused by all kinds of fantasies and rumors.

As long as you remember, there was once a teenager who wanted to bring people out.

A predestined relationship or bond

Becoming attached to Buddha and Guangji Temple began in Guanghua Temple. About the second day of junior high school, I will make up classes until two or three on Saturday. When I was a child, I was trapped in the campus and was troubled by all kinds of unhappiness. Perhaps a slap in the face hurts self-esteem, perhaps loneliness is too difficult, and of course it is also because of being deprived of the time for young fantasies and experiences.

Just leave. There's always a way. Nothing can trap me for long. During the long lunch break, I looked at the scenery and life outside the school gate and basked in the bright and warm sunshine. Wearing a red and white uniform that is not ugly, I found a gap and swaggered out of the school gate safely.

Where are you going?

My junior high school is in the hutong near Beiluoguxiang. Go ahead and you'll find Nanluoguxiang, deep in grey walls and green tiles, go straight to the right, cross various names and tortuous bricks, and you'll find Houhai in front of Anding Gate. The latter is my familiar road.

Actually, I thought about it. Skipping class for the first time is to see the legend, which belongs to adults, to the world and to the prosperity of the new era. Yes, Houhai became famous at that time, and Nanluoguxiang gradually became famous. Unexpectedly, I stumbled into a small alley in Houhai of Ya 'er Hutong and saw an ancient jungle temple. I've always liked taking alleys. I think it's beautiful and emotional.

Even I don't know how it feels.

I think skipping classes is full of freedom. Along the way, it must be sunny and enchanting.

I seek the prosperity of the world, but I am attached to Buddha.

From then on, I saw real temples, real monks and real scriptures. Buddhist monks have all three treasures.

Since then, I began to read some serious Buddhist theories in high school and university, but none of them went too far. Not all because of uncertainty and homework. It doesn't matter.

Until college, I met a girl. My ex-girlfriend told me that there is also a Guangji Temple in Beijing. As soon as I heard it, it turned out that Guanghua Temple had "twin" brothers. After some searching, it's really good. Since then, I have often meditated, talked with the Buddha and became attached to the Buddhist scriptures. As for her, her fate is bumpy. I want to cross the river and cross the shore with her, but I don't have enough opportunities. Obviously, I just experienced it, so I can't help others, let alone cross the river with others. My magic is infinite.

Flash, almost ten years.

Enter the temple

Guangji Temple was built in Jin Dynasty. It's at 902.

Please ask Brother Bao to take my picture in front of the door before entering the mountain. I want to show you the stupid image of a lonely male traveler. My brother really didn't shoot well, but I'm not good-looking.

As soon as you enter the door, there is sandalwood on the right, and behind the cabinet is the circulation office of the legal department, a house with flowers. There are always some elderly women chatting there. The mountain gate facing the distance is the king's temple. On both sides of the King's Temple, there are Bell Tower and Drum Tower. There is also the Drum Tower in Buddhism, and people can't escape fate.

Kneel down, kowtow, kneel down, kowtow, kowtow seven times, and then enter the first floor of the hospital. Ahead is the Hall of Heroes. Opposite the incense burner, there is also a heavenly king or a bodhisattva. I am polite, and then I burn incense and worship Buddha. There are two ways to burn incense. One is a lotus wax lamp floating in the water, drifting with the flow like on earth. It's so sad that I don't have the courage. It turns out that I have always been free to choose this one, but now who makes me persistent and attached? The other is to make a fire and burn incense on the lampstand. This looks safer.

Disciples sincerely support the Three Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Set foot in the hall of heroes.

Deconstructing the ridged halls is unique in Beijing. It is dedicated to Buddha III. I prostrated myself before Buddha III. Look at the teacher and smile freely. Kneeling people, knowing, are unwilling and can't do it. I couldn't help saying what I wanted to say, what I wanted to say.

As for what was said, you don't know. These are my few secrets. The Buddha said, go through.

Walking through the Hall of Great Heroes, I saw Guanyin Bodhisattva. I dreamed of her the other day and cried in my dream. I wonder if it's really her. This time I saw my "real body" and naturally wanted to talk to her.

I can't afford to kneel for a long time. When I got up, the red paint on the mat stuck to my hands. Stars and spots, like cherry blossoms. I don't know if the Bodhisattva took my hand, or tell me that my hand is full of red dust. Should I stay?

It seems that everything has been said, and everything that can be done seems to have been done. Walking back to the bottom of Ursa Major, I suddenly saw a butterfly. There are no blooming flowers here. How can I attract a butterfly? Did he have an appointment in his last life, but he couldn't find it? Did he just take himself too seriously in his last life? Isn't reincarnation too fast to say goodbye before we meet?

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But just out of the gate, I suddenly remembered that you are an idiot. Turn around, pick up three sticks of incense, and sincerely support the three buddhas and bodhisattvas for you. Bow down before the Buddha and bless your health and safety.

Say goodbye again

Chusi

I left Guangji Temple and met a close friend of mine. He went to the northeast for four years in college, and now he finally comes back. I mentioned this day many times, but what we accepted was normal. Think about how much people I love have created in the north. I should see for myself.

You never know, because of other trivial matters, it's already 2 am on Tuesday 15. There are still some words, obviously ready, I don't know where to arrange them and how to say them.

Limited ability.