Five days in Torringi-

Jiujiang is the fifth stop of my southbound trip in early spring of 2065438+2009. I had planned to come early, but I wanted to stop and visit Lushan Mountain. However, the actual situation later made me change my plan. I didn't go to Lushan Mountain, but stayed in Tolin Temple until the end. After staying in the temple for a few days, it rained every day, and the clothes I changed could not be dried, which made me no longer interested in traveling. I thought, since Toringi got such a rare learning opportunity, he should not fail.

Tolin Temple is actually at the foot of Lushan Mountain, which is the extension buffer zone of censer peak in the northwest of Lushan Mountain. If you climb the Lotus Pagoda in the temple and pass through the golden or green eaves of Viti Hita and the bell tower, you can see three pagodas wrapped in mist on the mountains and ridges in the distance.

The Wittig Building is the dormitory of a female layman in Toringi. It is a four-story building with a rectangular atrium in the middle. Because of the continuous rain, clothes are hung in the corridor, and plastic pots filled with rainwater are everywhere on the ground. After completing the formalities, I came out from the Youth Department, walked through more than half of the temple and came to the Wittig Building, where I was arranged in the first room on the first floor stairs. The facilities in the dormitory are not very good. In a small area of more than ten square meters, there are five bunk beds with iron frames, and there is a bathroom behind them. There is an old wooden table against the wall outside the bathroom door, on which everyone's cups, tooth cups and so on are placed. The wooden table came and arranged a high cabinet. There are yellow stains on the wall, which seems to lack maintenance. When I arrived, there were already several roommates in the dormitory. My roommate is very warm and friendly. I put down the big bag on my shoulder, took the number 3 bed ticket and asked my roommate which bed was number 3. A young roommate sitting on my side (a) told me not to sleep with anyone, but didn't press the number. That's a bed. I don't think the sheets are very clean and there is no quilt cover on the quilt. I asked where to change clean sheets and quilts. Another roommate told me that the sheets and quilts here have not been changed, and the Buddhist students are not too dirty. Besides, the weather is bad and you can't wash it in the rain. If you can save the temple, you can save it. We all go straight to sleep and don't change. After listening to my roommate's words, I also felt that the poor conditions were a test. I didn't think the bed was dirty for the time being, so I made the bed happily, thinking, I just slept in the bed where my roommate slept in front, and we are all the same. Who is not the same as who? Why do you dislike others? Without me, without me, people are me, and I am people.

Sister A who went to bed, in her early thirties, was from Xi 'an. She used to be a real estate agent and came to the temple with her boyfriend. At this time, I was helping in the temple kitchen. Sister (B) in the lower berth at the door, in her fifties, unknown local, with a daughter-in-law, short hair for men, simple appearance and kind attitude. She is on duty in the concierge at night, receiving residents.

On the bed is a taciturn girl (C), less than 30 years old, looking rather pale. She also helps in the kitchen. She never joins her roommate's conversation. She goes to the kitchen early every morning and goes back and forth several times a day. She came back to rest halfway and only kept silent. So for the first few days, I knew nothing about her. A tall woman (Ding) just got out of bed, wearing a red down jacket, about forty years old, slightly hunched and talkative. She also disliked the dirty mattress and joked that it was a little cute (big aunt). She leaves the temple every day and comes back dragging her suitcase. I don't know what's in it, like printed matter Because she sometimes rushes back to the dormitory, as if she didn't have time to clean up outside, and a wolf ran back after her, looking embarrassed. She just turned the box upside down, stumbled into it, and put back some printed matter that was still in her hand when she came back. When B and A are in the dormitory, there will be an insightful discussion, saying that Ding lives in the temple but can't see the shadow every day. The mysterious suitcase may be full of heretical propaganda. B said she would help Ding move the box once. Because the box is heavy, Ding won't let B move her box.

B said that her son and daughter-in-law were very filial and bought her a lot of gold jewelry, but she didn't want to wear it. My husband is not good and wants to divorce him. Ding works the night shift and makes up sleep in the morning. Sometimes people look tired, barely sleep for two hours, then sit up and study hard in bed. The rain stopped this day, and A asked me to go to the three towers over there. We walked through the temple, went out of the south gate, chatted and climbed the mountain to the bottom of the tower. This tower looks quite old. Its bricks are black and shiny. I didn't make a cultural inspection of the ancient pagoda from the perspective of a tourist. After the service, we went back to the temple. A said that she wanted to buy some rice to feed the birds. Some Christians tried to persuade her to believe in Christ, but she refused. She also said that she was ashamed to wake up after eating meat. After coming back, we stood under the dormitory window and listened to her talk with Kan Kan. Her breath is sweet and fruity.

I have never been able to calculate how many halls and buildings there are in the temple. The day I first came, I walked on the left side of the yard. On the left side of the road, I saw a male layman building, an ancient blue brick building, hidden in the shade. There are two Buddhist temples in the middle of the yard, including the bell tower and the drum tower. And every day our activity area is basically on the right. The outermost building is the female layman's building, which goes to the boiling water room and the layman's fasting hall, and then to the kitchen to distribute the yard. Then the kitchen is on the opposite side of the right, which is the white Buddhist prayer hall. Tolingi, a Buddhist who lives in a temple, attends Buddha recitation four times a day. Vegetarian food is available in the morning, noon and evening. Some lay people specialize in Buddhism, while others work in kitchens and other places. Accommodation is free. But you can refuel and donate money at will.

Using Lent in Turin is a very ritualized process. Generally, there is a long queue of ten people when you enter from the door. There are volunteers wearing vests in the Zhaitang, three volunteers at the main entrance to control the flow of people, and seven or eight kitchen volunteers shuttle back and forth to carry buckets. A dozen dishes, rice and soup, were placed properly and stood beside them. At the same time, the lay people who had not reached the lower body after studying Buddhism lined up to enter the venue and filed in, sitting side by side in a long chair with a hole for each person on the table, and there were ritual chanting words before fasting on the table. When the time came, some volunteers took the lead in reciting the ritual words, and all the lay people read them together. Volunteers put two stainless steel vegetarian dishes on each table in advance. After the ceremony, the volunteers brought porridge and steamed bread buckets, and added rice according to the number of people along the table. Another volunteer followed the cooking, dug a spoonful of vegetables with a long-handled steel spoon and buckled it in your other vegetarian bowl, which was enough. Then another volunteer brings another dish and adds it to your bowl. In addition to bean porridge, there are also soybean milk and steamed bread in the temple. There are three or four dishes altogether, and the dishes are delicious. There will be a second round of rice and vegetables in a few minutes. Volunteers will ask you if you want to add them first. If you don't, you will pass. Volunteers' questions and actions are quick and decisive, not slow at all. This supplementary round is to ensure that people who eat a lot can eat enough. After the food in the bowl is finished, some volunteers carry water bottles and add a bowl of boiled water, rinse the bowl and drink rinse water for you in turn. This will not be wasted, and it will be easier for volunteers to wash dishes. After that, volunteers will come and take away the dishes and chopsticks. At this time, your dishes and chopsticks have to be inspected by volunteers. If you see a grain of rice on them, you will be supervised to eat it. Of course, most lay people have developed good habits and will not waste a grain of rice. After fasting, I read the ritual words again and then dispersed.

It was another rainy day. Brother B and I went to see the Lindong Buddha together. Brother B said that he had been here for so long and always wanted to see the Buddha. There is a shuttle bus to and from the mountain every day in the temple. This temple on the mountain is Tolingi's ancestral home, where formal monks and nuns practice. Most people who live at the foot of the mountain are laymen. My shoes were wet for several days. Brother B dug out a pair of clean cotton shoes and put them on for me. We braved the light rain to climb the mountain and arrived at "Come back, son". Brother B shouted, "Dad, I'm back!" Shout until your eyes are wet and give me a smiling face when you are gratified. When we reached the golden Buddha statue of Infinite Life Buddha, the rain suddenly stopped. Indeed, for about a second, it didn't rain, and my brother and I looked at each other. When I got down to Zuting, my brother said that I would eat here first and then go back there, otherwise it would be too late to eat there. Our shoes are wet again. Senior four led me to the dormitory to change my shoes. Seeing that there are many public shoes here, my brother taught me to take off my soaked shoes and socks and find shoes that suit me. It's ten o'clock at noon here. After lunch, I visited the Buddhist temples, and then sat in the library waiting for the bus to come back.

There is a new roommate sister in the dormitory, Wu, from Jiujiang. Passionate and careless. But Brother B criticized Wu for being a local, taking advantage of the temple and taking a bunch of clothes to wash. When Wu and Ding were together, they said they couldn't stay in the dormitory and had to leave. They always say that. The habits of E and D are even heavier, and these habits are just like sand in the eyes of practitioners, which is unbearable. Brother B is very angry. Someone hangs underwear in the dormitory. Brother B told A that they didn't know it was wrong, and we had the obligation to inform.

On this day, E brought a wandering girl to the dormitory. This woman is wearing a blue coat that is not very clean. Round face, big black eyes and brown face. Don't talk, sit in bed B, just look at people gently. Sister Wu told me excitedly that this woman is poor and has no home. She was in the temple six months ago. She wants to make a living and is always driven away by others. This time I found her outside and brought her here. In winter, when I see her, I turn over the sweet potatoes in other people's fields to eat. I said to give her some money, but I refused, saying it was useless. She took the money and threw it away, but she still couldn't eat. E is bringing her here this time to see if she can have another meal. At this time, I found that Wu also had a bright spot.

The morning before I left Torringi, only C and I had nothing to say in the dormitory. This time is the interval between breakfast and lunch. C, who has always been silent, came down from her bunk and took the initiative to talk to me. It turns out that she is from Beijing. My mother is mentally ill and has sisters with my father. My father beat my sister after drinking, and then my parents divorced. Mother took her sister and made a living by picking up garbage. She has been eating a meal since she was a teenager, and she is often fainted by hunger. C always wears a white down jacket, thin and pale, with a few moles scattered on his cheeks. Looks quiet and introverted. Come out and go in every day without saying hello or seeing her smile. I lived in the dormitory a few days ago and haven't heard a word from her. At this time, she may have heard me tell others that I am leaving Torringi to go home, and there is no one else in the dormitory, so she told me her life experience. Her mother picked up garbage and filled the room, and then she caught fire. Fortunately, everyone is fine. As an adult, she found a boyfriend, who had a good job and was good to her. She worked in Beijing, then went to Beijing and became a family. But two pregnancies in the middle are inexplicable abortions and the body is broken. She came to Torringi and washed vegetables in the kitchen. There is always water on the ground, so she can't wear shoes, and she also wears plastic slippers in winter. Stainless steel steamer is washed every day and used for cold water. Her shoulder hurts after a long time. I said, why don't you go home? She said that she just wanted to practice in the temple so that she could cross all beings in the future. I didn't know that the tragic story that only exists in movies and novels actually happened to girl C.

In the afternoon, there came another old aunt (Ji), who was about seventy years old and had a bad back. She came from the northeast with the old man. I'll open a box of cookies and say it. She said that her daughter is here, too, and she runs her own temple. My heart says this temple can still be opened by itself, when the business is done. The old aunt's mentality is very peaceful, and there are no waves. Its appearance is not good, but it is good. We went out together and met Wu, who was very happy and took us to sairinji. When the old aunt saw it, she worshipped Buddha, and her movements were very skilled. She bowed to guide me.

Before I left that day, I apologized to Brother B because the cotton shoes she lent me were washed, but they were not dry. She said it doesn't matter, let me hang it outside in a ventilated place. When I walked out of the dormitory for more than ten meters with a big bag on my back, I turned around and saw my sister B and my old aunt coming out of the dormitory, standing at the door with their hands folded and looking at me. I turned around and stood, too, and folded. Good-bye.