There is a temple three miles south of Khotan City. The name of the temple is "White Horse". Of course, this White Horse Temple has nothing to do with the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. It just has the same name. It was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty and was ordered by the then ruler Wei Chiseduluo.
It was built more than 160 years ago. Although its scale and reputation are far less than those of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, it is one of the largest temples in the Western Regions. It enshrines the finger bones of the Buddha and is a place where people in Khotan pray for blessings.
, there are many eminent monks in the temple, and the incense is quite strong. Compared with the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, it is no less generous, even on a snowy day. Amidst the curls of incense, the sound of wooden fish is heard, and there are bursts of Sanskrit chants. It can be said that it is a Buddhist country.
Resort, at this time, a large-scale blessing ceremony was in progress. An ancient monk sat on a futon, chanting Sanskrit incessantly and eloquent scriptures, which made him look like a great monk.
This person is Master Zhixin, the host of White Horse Temple.
Khotan is located in the Western Region, and the Buddhism taught there is quite different from that of the Central Plains. It is closer to the Mahayana teachings of Tianzhu (now India), and is similar to the Tibetan Buddhism of later generations. However, the monks are not called living Buddhas, but monks.
The popular blessing rituals are also different from those in the Central Plains. In addition to chanting sutras, one of these rituals is to pray on the top of the head, which is not found in Central Plains Buddhism. At this time, Master Zhixin paid special attention to
After hitting the wooden fish in front of the futon and chanting the Buddha's name, the chanting was finished. The believers who were kneeling all over the floor got up and walked past the small platform in a file. They placed the property to be enshrined on the platform with both hands, and then
Bow down devoutly to receive the massage from Master Zhixin.
As the abbot of White Horse Temple, Master Zhixin is obviously very familiar with this kind of blessing ceremony. Everything is going on in an orderly manner. Master Zhixin has a kind smile on his face, and from time to time he will give pointers to the believers. He is like a master.
In this manner, until a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance presented a small wooden fish with a simple shape in front of him, the smile on Master Zhixin's face suddenly stiffened, and he stretched out his hand to rub his head.
His hands trembled slightly because of this, but he didn't say anything. It was just that he seemed a little absent-minded in the following ceremony of rubbing the head. After the ceremony was completed in a hurry, he didn't even say anything to the disciples who were accompanying him.
After explaining, he picked up the small wooden fish and walked straight to the abbot's monastery, his steps hurried.
Whether it is Buddhism from the Central Plains or the Western Regions, the abbot's monastery is the most important place in a temple. Non-idle people are not allowed to enter without permission, and even those who are direct disciples are not allowed to enter without the abbot's instructions. Violators will be severely punished.
, but at this moment, several monks were sitting in the abbot's monastery with the door tightly closed. Except for a haggard old monk with white eyebrows in the middle, the four junior monks next to him didn't even look like they were Buddhist disciples.
With the proper magnificence, even though they were bare-headed and still wearing cassocks, they didn't look like monks. Their faces were full of ferocity, but rather like the masters who were robbing houses. In fact, this was indeed the case. These four monks really were
He was born a horse thief and became a monk because he was subdued by the old monk sitting on the futon in the middle. This old monk was the most eminent monk in Tibet, Master Mojia.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."
Master Zhixin's walking voice was not loud, but before he reached the door of the monastery, the four young monks with fierce faces were keenly aware of someone approaching.
The ground was on full alert, but Master Mojia still sat there unmoving, without even raising his eyelids.
"Creak."
After a soft sound, the door of the monastery was pushed open. Master Zhixin moved slightly and appeared in the room. The four mature monks saw the person clearly, and they all showed relief.
Without asking any questions, they all sat back down. However, the four pairs of fierce eyes stared at Master Zhixin without blinking. If they disagreed with each other, they would jump into an offensive posture.
"Senior brother, the news is here."
Master Zhixin ignored the rudeness of the four young monks. With a wry smile, he bowed to Master Mojia who closed his eyes and said nothing, and said something difficult.
"Um."
Master Mojia didn't say much, and he didn't even open his eyes. He just said indifferently, which was regarded as his answer.
"Senior brother, I will come to the temple to offer incense at the hour after my target. There may be many people accompanying me. Senior brother, look at this..."
Master Zhixin saw that Master Mojia did not respond. After hesitating for a moment, Master Zhixin gritted his teeth, picked up the small wooden fish in his hand, twisted it gently, and opened the hidden buckle, revealing a small note inside.
Stretching out, he took out the note, spread it out, glanced at it quickly, and couldn't help but twitched his face. He looked at Master Mojia carefully and said half of the words hesitantly.
"good."
As soon as Master Zhixin finished speaking, Master Mojia, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his eyes. With a sharp glance like a knife, Master Zhixin's body suddenly jumped up. Before he could say anything more,
Then I heard Master Mojia say one word in a hoarse voice.
"Brother, this matter, this matter..."
Although Master Zhixin felt uncomfortable looking at Master Mojia, in the end, he still mustered up the courage and tried to persuade him. However, when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to express them.
"Alas, junior brother, don't say any more. I know your intentions well. It is a pity to abandon the foundation of White Horse Temple, but compared with the safety of the whole territory of Tubo, which is the inheritance of my Buddhism in Tibet, this point
It is a pity to have an inheritance, let alone what the Buddha said: If I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell, for the sake of peace in Tubo, I will go to hell for a while, Amitabha, good, good!” Master Mojia’s face
There was a hint of reluctance on his face, he shook his head and sighed as he gave the final answer.
"Uncle Zhixin, have you forgotten your origin?"
Master Mojia was kind enough to explain, but a monk with a sinister face next to him was already impatient. He snorted coldly and made a sarcastic remark.
"You...that's it, that's all. Just follow your senior brother's orders."
The Tubo people have long coveted Khotan, an important pass into and out of the Western Regions. They sent many spies here. Master Zhixin was an important nail in the Tubo people's plan to settle in Khotan. However, Master Zhixin had already come to the White Horse Temple to stay.
For more than thirty years, although he was engaged in shady intelligence collection work, he already had feelings for the White Horse Temple in his heart, and he really didn't want to see the blood splattered on Buddhism. In addition, he was still worried about the alliance between Tibet and Khotan.
With a trace of luck, I felt unbearable. At this moment, I saw that the arrogant monk was speechless, and I was about to get angry, but when I thought about the mission I had undertaken, I could only shake my head and sigh.
.
"Junior brother, there is no need to be like this. After everything is over here, just go home with me and make arrangements."
Master Mojia could obviously understand the struggle and pain in Master Zhixin's heart, but he did not offer any more advice, but gave a calm instruction.
"Go home? Go home?"
Master Zhixin was obviously moved by the words "go home". After murmuring it a few times, his eyes gradually became firmer, and without saying any more, he bowed to Master Mojia and then resolutely
He turned around and walked out of the monastery.
"Amitabha, good, good!"
Looking at the departing figure of Master Zhixin, a trace of compassion quickly flashed across Master Mojia's face, but he soon calmed down. He just proclaimed the name of the Buddha, then closed his eyes again and lowered his head.
It’s like I’ve fallen into trance…
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