Buddhist Holy Land: Whether there is a Buddha's fate depends on how much sesame oil the donor gives.

Halfway up the hill, the tour guide stood up and clapped his hands and said, "wake up, wake up." Sleepy in your seat, you start rubbing your sleepy eyes.

The place we are going to is a famous mountain called "Buddhist Holy Land", which is said to be the Dojo of a Bodhisattva in The Journey to the West. His mount was twice disturbed by the Tang Priest. The fragrance here is very strong. It is said that a million sticks of incense on the first day of the lunar new year may not be available.

I've heard of the reputation of this famous Buddhist mountain before. When people around you talk about it, they often say, "Well, it's very energetic." Or: "April, May or October is the best time to go. The mountain is full of vitality, but it is snowing. The scenery is beautiful. "

I have no religious belief and rarely burn incense to worship Buddha, but I couldn't hold my friend's resignation and agreed to go with me.

Seeing several people still sleeping, the tour guide picked up the horn and shouted, "I'm sorry to bother you, but we're going to the mountain gate soon." I have a few things to tell you. " First, when you enter the temple to burn incense, you must obey the rules, pay attention to your words and don't take pictures. "

Several people smiled and said, "Of course, I won't bump into the Bodhisattva."

The tour guide also smiled and said, "Second, please take down your precious jewelry and put it away before entering the temple ..."

Before she finished, an aunt scrambled to ask, "What's the matter? Are there thieves in the temple? "

The tour guide coughed and said, "No, sister, if you go into the mountain like this, you won't dare to say anything."

Aunt is dissatisfied: "I don't have the right to travel and speak freely."

An uncle next to him spoke: "Money is a thing apart from the body. Buddhists pay attention to the four cleanness, and it is naturally not good to bring these gold and silver jewelry into the temple to burn incense. "

After listening to this, everyone feels a little reasonable. The tour guide shook his head gently and said, "Listen to me first and then discuss, ok?" Not as exquisite as this big brother said. It's actually quite simple. Don't expose your wealth. Be careful of being slaughtered.

"Third, if you want to buy souvenirs or buddhist supplies, please let me know and I'll take you to a regular store. If someone sells you something, don't buy it. If it is not good, it will be too expensive. "

At the end of the day, everyone agreed, and the tour guide added, "You must never say,' Our tour guide says these things are not good and expensive,' just that you don't like them or don't need them. I'm doing everyone a favor. Don't turn around and betray me. I will never mix this line again. "

Hearing this, everyone laughed for a while.

In a blink of an eye, the bus has arrived at the mountain gate, and the tour guide gets off to go through the ticket purchase procedures. Some of them couldn't sit still, so they went down for some air. After a while, the uncle who spoke in front came up and said, "Boy, it's nearly half cheaper for them to buy group tickets than for themselves."

"That's for sure." The young man sitting next to him said, "All of them have been in this line for a long time, so the price can naturally be much better. Otherwise, how can travel agencies make money? "

There are many temples on the way up the mountain, including ancient temples handed down from generation to generation and newly built in recent years, all of which are full of incense.

During the long holiday, there are many tourists. Each tour guide is busy explaining allusions and anecdotes while greeting his tourists. I listened carefully to two or three tour guides' explanations, and found that they, like endorsements, are nothing more than the predictions of a mysterious old monk with a long history and anecdotes. The protagonists in stories are often emperors and generals and important figures in modern times. When tourists see the temple, they all go in to worship and throw a dollar or two into the merit box.

My friend and I came to a temple. An old monk was sitting at the entrance of the Hall of Great Heroes, with a lotus lantern in front of him. Seeing a tourist coming in, he accosted him: "benefactor, do you want to light a lotus lantern in front of the Buddha to ensure the safety and prosperity of your family?" The friend suddenly became interested, went over and squatted down and said, "How about this method?" The old monk said, "This is fate." He pointed to the row of lights and said, "This is 66,88,99, and the big one here is 666,888,999."

At this time, the tour guide came over and shouted, "It's almost time to gather." He whispered to us again, "Come here."

When we stepped aside, she whispered, "Don't light that lamp. No matter how much you pay, if you leave, his hind feet will be destroyed for you and sold to others later. Never mind these salesmen in the future. I'll take you to burn the most fragrant incense tomorrow morning. "

I looked at my friend and smiled helplessly. Several tourists walked away with a smile.

We are just sightseeing all the way. Although we worship in the temple, we can learn from others at best, and put a dollar or two in the merit box, ignoring the monks.

Half of the original two-day trip was on the road on the first day. It wasn't long before it got dark. The food in the scenic spot is extremely expensive, but it tastes terrible. After a few drinks, I went back to the hotel to rest.

At four o'clock in the morning, the tour guides began to knock on the door one by one: "Get up, get up and get ready to burn incense, or there will be more people in a while."

I opened my eyes in a daze, and my friend was still sleeping. The humidity on the mountain was so heavy that we all slept until a little later. At this time, it is time to be sleepy. Just wash and dress a few times, came to the collection of Little Square.

Most of the tourists in the same group didn't sleep well, but they were awakened by the cold wind on the mountain. While counting the number of people, the tour guide explained: "Line up and enter in order. Please don't mess around when you are fragrant. Watch your language. Buddhism is an important place. Don't collide with the bodhisattva ... "

Before dawn, the mountains and rivers in the distance were covered by night, but the ever-burning lamps and incense burning in the temple were brilliant. According to the guide's instructions, we lined up at the place where incense was invited. It was already crowded, and the team was arranged in a mosquito-repellent incense. Everyone wants to burn incense early. The tour guide greeted everyone with a trumpet: "Come on, come on, don't mess around, wait in line first, please come and register after the incense."

My friends and I don't want to be crowded, so let's stand outside first. The air on the mountain is fresh and has a cool feeling. Looking at those crowded pilgrims, I suddenly remembered a couplet:

I don't know which generation passed it down. At the beginning, a friend told me a story: One year, an official spent 500,000 yuan on Zhu Rong Temple in Hengshan Mountain, Nanyue, so happy that his car flew off a cliff when he went down the mountain.

After waiting for half an hour, the people in the incense shop are still not uncommon, but they are getting more and more chaotic. We decided not to wait any longer and did the same. I finally got a wick. The salesman pointed to the exit and said, "Pay there. A wick of incense costs 100 yuan. "

I looked over there. It was a mess. No one checked it. I whispered to my friend, "Let's not give money, no one will find out."

The friend said, "No, it's for worshipping Bodhisattva. Stealing incense is not easy to use. "

I think so, too. I don't know how many times I have to worship Bodhisattva in my life. I'd better be religious.

Outside, people in our group have burned incense, and the tour guide is playing with his mobile phone alone. He saw us and said, "You just came out. Everyone has passed, so you can pass. "

Just as I was lifting my leg, I heard her say, "You haven't registered yet ... Forget it, burn incense first and talk about it later."

That clever temple is next to the store that invited incense just now, a small courtyard. When we walked to the gate, we saw the plaque on the door saying "Wu Ye Temple" and couldn't help thinking, "Isn't this a Buddhist shrine? Who is this Fifth Master? Yang Wulang? "

A friend asked an old man who was setting up a stall at the gate of the temple, "Old man, who are these five lords?" Isn't this where you worship Buddha? "

The old man smiled and said, "I dare not talk nonsense." Master Wu is the most spiritual bodhisattva here and has been protecting this area for so many years. " Seeing that we were holding incense in our hands, he said, "Is this invited by the store next door? In fact, there is free incense in the temple. "

We walked into the yard, and sure enough, we saw incense on the steps for anyone to take. But compared with the one-meter-long, thumb-thick incense we invited, it can only be regarded as a toothpick.

There is a big incense burner in front of the main hall of Wu Ye Temple. It smells so good that you can feel the heat wave every few meters away. The burning flame lit up the whole courtyard and baked the faces of pilgrims around. Pilgrims throw out the lit incense one after another, and some try to insert it vertically into the incense burner, but after all, they can't stand the high temperature and have to give up.

We also lit incense and threw it into the incense burner. Looking at the high flame, I only feel that the front is unusually warm, but the back is chilly, my head is blank, and my ears are noisy.

After breakfast, the tour guide said, "The place we are going to today is the oldest temple here. This is different from what you saw yesterday. Everyone asked to sign a wish, and it was a coincidence there. "

Someone asked, "Which spirit is Wu Ye Temple?" The tour guide smiled and said, "Sincerity is the spirit, and sincerity depends on Buddha's fate."

After the traffic turned around, we were taken to a big temple. A young monk greeted us. The tour guide briefly introduced the history of the temple and asked the monk to explain it to us.

I was a little absent-minded and only listened to a few words back and forth. At first I heard this monk say, "Some friends may wonder why Master became a monk at such a young age. Is it something you can't get over? I tell you, no, it's all fate ... "

After wandering for a while, I heard him say, "You can go in and worship. If you want to donate merit, you can put it in the merit box. If you want to add incense, you can ask our master. How much fate, with everyone's mind. We are a regular temple here ... "

I worship Buddha in Mahayana Hall and feel the same way. At this moment, I heard someone say, "There is a fortune-telling place over there. Go and have a look. " We followed. Follow the sign of "sign" to the yard, and you will see a long queue in the distance.

After a while, someone came out, someone drew a sign and looked excited; Some people got a bad ticket, full of frustration. When it was my turn, I took the sign tube and thought not to spill it together. I shook it a dozen times and dropped one. I picked it up and looked at it. It said "up and down" and thought it was not bad, but it was not bad.

He is a fat, round-faced monk with no expression on his face. He asked me with a sign, "What does the donor want?" I thought about it and said, "Let me see my career." The fat monk took out a book and a brush: "Since you are here to apply for a visa, please follow the rules here. The benefactor wants to ask about his career, so how much does it cost ... "

The friend was very upset and said, "Master is a monk. Why do you keep saying the word' money'? "

As soon as the fat monk heard it, we put it down without looking. He looked straight at the door and shouted, "Next!" "

I was so bored that I glanced at my friend, shook my head helplessly and got up to leave.

When I walked to the door and saw the words, I thought of the end of the Journey to the West. Tang Priest and others took the words and went back to the Buddha's theory. The Buddha said:

You can't pass it in vain, nor can you ask for it in vain.

I know, this trip to the Buddhist holy land is only here.