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Knocking on the Dazang Temple, is in the late fall and early winter, Malcolm under the first snow. We traveled to the village of Chunkou in the township of Dazang, in the observation deck to look around, the mountains white head, pine cloak snow coat, roof pure, sun deck paved ice. Ahead of a Buddhist temple Zen garden, it is Dazang Temple, the golden stupa, lined with white frost and snow, looks more solemn and dignified.
Dazang Temple is close at hand, really want to visit to pay a visit, but it is not an easy thing. Car Over the mountains, the mountain road was zigzag, only one car driving, every hundred meters, back to a thirty-degree slope. Vehicles like a sturdy leopard, running in the rugged road, roaring upward climb. The eyes fell out of the window, the bottom of the ditch road is more and more far, we as hanging in mid-air, reaching out to pick the snow on the tops of the branches, looking up at the white clouds of the snowy mountains.
The path of pilgrimage, originally will not be easy. The wind horse flag on the way to the river valley slopes, waving in the wind. Printed with dense Tibetan mantras, as well as those scriptures Buddha and auspicious objects of the scripture streamers, floating between the earth and the dome of the sky, constituting the vastness of the realm of the earth and the sky. These scripture streamers and the drifting winds know the happiness of the people here and where the happiness comes from. Red streamers are inserted into the lawn, such as antlers shining brightly; red streamers are inserted into the roof, such as the red fire flourishing forever, so the streamers become the embellishments of the nature, and the nature becomes the embrace of the streamers. The sky covered with wind horse flag, hunting and dancing, comforting the moment of the road is steep and dangerous, heartbeat dazzling.
The car came to a screeching halt outside the Daizo Monastery. My legs are a little weak, perhaps because of the reaction of the lack of oxygen at high altitude, or perhaps leave the air-conditioned car feeling cold, the body has not yet adapted to the temperature here. Then I realized that the ancient people built their temples in high mountains and deep forests, or in places where the climate was bitterly cold, but in fact, they also had their own intentions and wonderful. Practitioners only really isolated from the world, and the hustle and bustle cut off from the traffic, in order to really quiet the spirit of meditation, focus on cultivation; pilgrims if they do not go through some difficult trekking, easy to ask Buddha, where will be due to the physical ordeal, clearly feel the pain and discomfort, but instead of being baptized by the spirit of it? The first thing I want to do is to get the best of what I have to offer, and I want to do it in a way that will make me feel good about myself.
Da Zang Temple plaque hanging high in the temple door, Tibetan bottom gilt characters. The inscription is signed by "Aixinjueluo Heng Yi", who is a direct descendant of the royal family of the last dynasty of China, the great-granddaughter of Duanwang Zaiyi, and an important heir to the palace school of painting. This plaque was invited to be inscribed by her after Dazang Temple was renovated in the 1990s. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Dazang Temple was honored by successive emperors and the imperial court, and long received offerings from the imperial family, including legal relics, seals, gold, treasures, cloth and daily needs of the monks. The name of the temple was written by the last royal family Heng Yi, which can be said to be a tradition, following the rules of history.
Six hundred years of wind and rain, time has shrunk to a bright light in front of Daizoji. From the past to the present, from this shore to the other shore, the conch sinks, chanting sound, follow the light, recognize the sound, do not realize that the sea of change, the dream is awakening.
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The snow covered the roof tiles of the Dazang Monastery, the eaves of the ice ice, touching the cold, hard to stop our line of visitors to the heart of the fervor. A red dust in the heart of the tumble, with a trace of curiosity, a kind of truth, close to the legendary temple, to find also to visit, to salute also to look up.
Dazang Temple is located in the Quecol hillside, the mountain is shaped like a giant elephant, the temple was built in the "elephant neck" position. Nearby mountains around the center, the natural formation of a 13-venerable Vajra altar arrangement. In the center of the temple, far away, southeast and northwest each has a peak, like the altar city of the four guardians.
The first snow drenched the mountain, the distant clouds cover the fog, the peaks of the tip as falling salt end. The snow has not yet encountered the closed mountains, mercifully leaving small paths for people to walk. A hawk, flying from a distance, circling in the sky, and like an arrow shot to the steep rock wall. White mountain tops, black eagle wings, like a fleeting picture, in the sky swings down a wanton and heroic. Not far from the temple, stands a large tree, perhaps by the eagle flight track of the touch, the top of the tip shaking, actually "burst" dozens of birds, flapping wings, like a flowing black silk, toward the river valley direction pouring flow.
A short-tailed yellow dog, four hooves fell on the snow, printed plum blossoms. It leapt down the steps from the door, as if quickly recognizing that we were but pilgrim travelers, and with compassion and goodwill, quickly flashed to the door, wagging its short tail in a friendly way, to greet us who had come from afar.
Step into the temple door, after about twenty meters wide square, pick up the steps up, is the majestic and solemn Hall. The front of the hall is hung with a white pattern of eight treasures on a black background, and the roof is gilded. From the gray clouds, a few rays of tenacious sunlight, catchlights generally projected to the earth, so that the snow scrubbed the warped eaves shining bright. There was silence, and the sound of people's footsteps sounded like a disturbance, as clusters of snow fell from the roofs of the houses. Splash of snow powder into the neck, bringing a cool touch, the spirit of a revitalization, while holding his breath, holding a pious and quiet heart, convergence of eyebrows and eyes, shoes slowly into the hall.
The interior of the hall is decorated with beautiful, the upper walls, is a delicate thangka, vivid images, conveying the story of the sutra. In the middle of the hall, with the supply of Manza for the Buddha and living Buddha's portrait, the left side of the ear temple, the stone wall for the thousands of Buddha's image; the right side of the ear temple, for the thousands of Tumulus statue.
Yellow satin wrapped in a "sacred column", known as "the first pillar of the Great Tibetan Temple", according to legend, is selected by the temple's founding ancestor Ngawang Jampa, so far has a history of six hundred years. Once the suffering and splendor, by the time to clarify the river water countless times washing, is almost washed the old model, but as long as the forehead lightly touch the God column, hands to support the square column, a wind from six hundred years ago, flick forehead, blowing away the fog, along a magical tunnel of time, the gods thought of turning, back to the original place.
At that time, the world is not yet a great Tibetan temple, but there is a Buddhist disciple named Ngawang Jabba, a young age, because of the qualifications of intelligent, talented, and thus quite famous.
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In the middle of the fourteenth century, Ngawang Jampa croaked in the Gyaltsen region, and went to central Tibet in 1381 to follow the first ancestor of the Gelugpa school, Guru Tsongkhapa, to learn the Dharma. Guru Tsongkhapa had a deep love and expectation for this disciple.
One morning in 1409, Ngawang Jampa described a dream to Guru Tsongkhapa: a pair of white conchs descended from the sky, and the two conchs were united and fell into his arms. He took in his hands, blowing towards the east, the sound of the snail clear and loud, immediately shook the entire East.
The master believed that Ngawang Jampa's cause for propagation of the Dharma was in his home town, namely, eastern Tibet. The sound of the conch is a revelation of the vastness of the Dharma's endeavors.
Ngawang Jampa said goodbye to the master, when Tsongkhapa took off his rosary beads and gave it to his beloved disciple. Ngawang Jampa held the rosary beads, made a great wish: "This string of rosary beads have how many beads, I will establish the same number of monasteries in return for the teacher's grace!"
Before the birth of the Great Tibetan Monastery, Ngawang Jampa had already built 107 temples in the Gyaltsen region. The Buddha's compassion made Ngawang Jampa forget his fatigue, and his vow to his teacher was a strong motivation for Ngawang Jampa to walk tirelessly. His faith is as pure as the snow, untainted by the dust of the world.
In order to commitment and faith, Ngawang Jabba prefer to pay all his life, like the long kowtow Tibetan believers, not far from thousands of miles, counting the years, regardless of the wind and food, night and day, prostrate in the sand, ice and snow, and still have no regrets. Every time you bow and touch the forehead, touch the mouth and touch the chest, is to let the body language, will and Buddha integration, but also the mortal body and God and Buddha's a solemn exchange. Has completed the construction of 107 temples, consumed a lot of energy and effort, but he still climbed the mountains and water, for the last temple carefully selected site.
Arrived near the mountain of Qukor, Ngawang Jampa difficult to choose which is the best. When he hesitated, a crow flew in, took his khata, flew to a tall cypress tree, and hung the khata on the branch. Ngawang Jampa saw many ants under the tree, busy coming and going. He was delighted, this is a sign of the future of the monastery many monks of the omen, decided to repair the cypress tree branches, to the trunk of one of the pillars of the temple, around the pillar, the establishment of the temple's main hall. This trunk into the temple column, which is still standing in the temple, yellow satin wrapped "God column".
The sacred pillar has been guarding the Daizoji Temple for years and years, and with its own flesh and blood, into a solid part of the Daizoji Temple. It is like steel like iron spine, holding up a temple, holding up six hundred years of snow, rain and wind.
Close to the God pillar, so that the quiet spirit, lighten your hands and feet, soothe the breath, with piety and its communication, with the heart and soul and its **** vibration, no need to plead for fame and fortune, as long as the palm of the hand to stick to it, like sticking to the history of the residual warmth, as sticking to the heart of a know. Knowing, will know, like returning to the hometown of the wanderer, touching is familiar, hand can pick once. The original reincarnation of the world, sealed the secret, time has condensed into the texture of the wood.
Gods and mortals, sacred trees and believers, in the vortex of space and time, intersection sometimes, respectively, like the famous six-armed Maha Gala protector statue in the Dazang Temple, in the immortal legend glittering.
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When the Great Tibetan Monastery was about to be completed, Ngawang Jampa could not find the molding of the Buddha's skillful craftsmen and distressed. One day, three blacks claiming to be from India came to the temple to seek accommodation, and said that they are image makers. Ngawang Jabal was very happy, invited them to shape the Buddha for the Great Tibetan Temple, and ultimately only one of the blacks agreed to stay.
The temple was about to be inaugurated, the blacks had already built other statues, except for a six-armed statue of the Maha Gala protector, only the upper half of the body, and could not be completed in time. In desperation, Ngawang Jampa decided to hold the completion ceremony as scheduled.
At the end of the ceremony, the black statue-maker put on a huge mask of the Dharma protector and performed a dance like no one else. The crowd looked at him, he was oblivious to the people's astonishment, as if driven by a powerful force, the faster the dance, the faster the body posture, such as the wind like electricity. In the blink of an eye, the black statue-maker disappeared without a trace, as if he had been blown away by the wind. Everyone wiped their eyes, and their sight fell to the ground - only a mask remained on the ground, still slightly trembling due to inertia.
A monk pointed to the six-armed statue of Maha Gala protector, suddenly exclaimed. People have turned their heads, this originally unfinished statue of the protector, I do not know when it has been built, bright colors, lifelike. Ngawang Jampa understood that the black artisan was the earthly embodiment of the six-armed Maha Gala, and completed the statue by integrating himself into the Dharma Protector statue.
The miracle is convincing. The gods and men, it turns out that there is no barrier between the moat. Ngawang Jampa remembered the black artisan once said: "I do not need to ask for special thanks to the ceremony, only the monks of the temple to get the offerings, I also want a copy of the same." Since then, there has been a thunderous tradition at the Daizo Monastery that whenever a giver comes to the temple to distribute offerings, the head reciter reminds him aloud, "Please don't forget to give the 'Negroes' a share of the offerings!"
In Daizo Monastery, the monks regard the six-armed Mahakala as a living member of the congregation, and even when counting the monastic population, he is solemnly included.
God appeared in human form, but also with the statue of God, stayed on earth, but the advice of the monks, "and the monks of the temple is no different". Seems to be a twisted blend of gods and men, perhaps expressing the spirit of Dazang Monastery's Dharma, the practice of Dharma, but do not think of the gods and Buddhas as unattainable. They are all around us, in the heart of every person who does good deeds. You and I are all mortals, but we may all have the wisdom root, and we can all cultivate the Buddha nature.
Six-armed Maha Gala's spontaneity and frankness, in front of the monks revealed a "hidden traces of the body", the skin is just a dependence on our survival, if not injected into the vivid soul, it will only be like an empty container, meaningless. Life in the world, sometimes it is inevitable to fall into the entanglement of desire, in order to enjoy the wealth and glory of the flesh, at the expense of the dog, and even forget the conscience. God and Buddha with a little mockery and compassion, stooping down to look at the people running on the ground, and then once again with a manifestation and hidden return, a traceless and unmarked departure, the wordless enlightenment, imparted to those who really know?
The temple was finally completed, Ngawang Jampa master as a sigh of relief shouted "Dazang", the Tibetan language is "completed" means, Dazang also became the name of the temple. Dazang Temple, meaning "complete confidence", it is the rosary beads on the 108th bead, is Ngawang Jampa on the master of the clanking commitment, is a beam of Malcolm's burning fire.
Malcolm in the Tibetan language means "the place where the fire flourishes". Nestled in the snowy mountains and born Malcolm, pure and transparent, like a round pearl, it is a tear in the shell, breathing the breath of the ancient times, serenity and the tranquility of this evening. 1414, the Great Tibetan Monastery inaugurated, where there is a cluster of fire burning extraordinarily vigorously, surrounded by snow-covered mountains, the moon and the stars, with the sky is very close to the sun is very close to the sun. Dharma snail sound, through the fog, tearing away the clouds, know the people who do not bow their heads with tears, for the God in heaven, but also for the mercy of the earth.
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If there is no mercy, the world will be cold. And a ray of auspicious light from the snowy field has descended, which may not melt the snow and ice of the time, but warms the generations to come and is celebrated to this day.
On the right side of the Dazang Monastery, there is a small stone monument, which is carved with the form of Guanyin Daishi. This is a stone monument erected to commemorate the visit of the Sixth Dalai Lama, Kuramyang Gyatso.
Kuramyang Gyatso is as much an eternal mystery as he is an immortal legend, and among all the monks and lamas in the long history of the world, he is perhaps the most popular one. He once wrote in a poem: "Living in the palace of Bratislava, I am the biggest king of the snowy land. Wandering the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."
Despite the name of the Dalai Lama, the life of Kuramanjatso was confined, he was not willing to be manipulated, inner depression, more inspired by the desire for freedom and love, which is also his willful rebellion against the imposition of precepts and dark power.
Kuramanjatso's life, only spent twenty-three years in the world. In his limited time, he was able to have a period of anonymity in the Da Zang Monastery to practice, in him, may be the God's extremely benevolent arrangement.
Deep in the mountains of the Dazang Monastery, in the silence of the breath, ushered in the largest king of the snowy region.
Kurang Gyaltsen turned his inner bitterness into "debauchery", and he liked to pretend to be an ordinary monk and traveled around. Arriving at the Dazang Monastery in the mountains, he felt a rare peace and quiet, like a bird that has flown through millions of miles of journey, and found a place of beauty and warmth, where he could temporarily rest his tired wings and put his troubled soul at ease.
Kurang Gyaltsen skillfully dressed himself, hiding in the Dharma protection hall, mixed in a group of lamas in the practice, calmly observe, for the scale of the Great Tibetan Temple and the monks of the study of the diligence of the very praised. Like a drop of water, hidden in the whole sea, Cangyang Jiatso's heart is clear, unperturbed, with the side of this group of practice companions, he felt comfort and warmth. They were pure to the point of simplicity and purity, putting themselves very low, so low as to be shadowless, which gave rise to marvelous stirrings in Kurang Gyatso. He used to be in the streets of Lhasa, mischievously dressed up as a nobleman or beggar, but also in order to erase the identity of the illustrious, which is a crown of pure gold, heavy and unbearable, weighing him down to the point that he is about to gasp for air.
Hamang Gyaltsen's hiding, was a visit to Lhasa, once Jin saw his old monk found. The old monk looked at him so familiar, the heart of suspicion, so respectfully inquired.
In the end, the old monk recognized Cangyang Gyaltsen. He asked the old monk to keep his secret, but the old monk pleaded with him to leave some of the memory of his stay in Da Zang Monastery. Cangyang Gyaltsen then said, "After I leave, you in the two of us met, set up a Guanyin Daishi stone monument, see the monument to see me as I see myself!"
The old monk solemnly promised, and then really set up a monument in the place.
The living Buddha, who had a hard time escaping the ties of his life, has been gone for more than two hundred years, and his beautiful poems are still being passed down with the wind. "In this world, there is a way to have a double life, not to be ashamed of the Buddha."
Half of Kuramanjatso's heart is dedicated to God and Buddha, but half is dedicated to his beloved girl. His ultimate life, trying to pursue a little freedom and happiness, seeking the true beauty of human nature, which has become his proof of guilt - "indulgence in wine and sex, ignore the religious affairs, is not the real Dalai". Kangxi decree to depose him, rumor has it that he was escorted to Beijing on the way to the lakeshore meditation and passed away. A generation of Dalai, a generation of poetic monk, finally became a victim of political struggle.
At that moment, Kurang Gyaltsen will remember the Malcolm Snowy Mountains at the head of the Dazang Monastery? He had been in the temple, far away from sin, very close to God and Buddha.
I look back at the place where Kurang Gyaltsen used to meditate and practice. Leaning against the mountain of the heart, spread a thin layer of snow, like a warm rambling, like a sheepish Buddha's name, Buddha's disciples, still reciting the ancient scriptures. Lamentably, the world is no longer CangYangJiaZuo, he walked without hanging, no tears and no complaints.
The day I walked slowly in the Da Zang Temple, the experience of calm and peaceful, happy and joyful. Perhaps, this is exactly what Cang Yangjiazuo has felt, in the magnificent mountains, surrounded by quiet Zen temple, under the blue sky, such as washing, cleansing the noise, peacefully meditation. Everything in the world, nothing is due to nature, so that good attracts good, the beauty of adhesion to the beauty, in the heart of the lotus blooming lake, open a more pure lotus flower.
"Even if we meet should not recognize, dusty face, sideburns like frost." I think I can no longer disturb the quiet soul of Cangyangjiazuo, and don't ask bitterly whether the Great Tibetan Monastery still remembers his handsome figure. All that has happened, are the best arrangements of fate, the world was originally an empty, empty mo open broad, will grow snowy mountains towering, spring water tinkling, will present the world, love and hate. A legend, a passing, a meeting, has been enough for us to chew long, long time to reminisce.
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The emergence of rubbing, I do not know is not the Tibetan "pantheon" theory of deduction and reproduction on earth?
In the hearts of Tibetans in the snowy region, all the material in the world, can be made into a stupa. They play water rubbing, playing fire rubbing, playing wind rubbing, is a strange and real scene, the inner conviction, is warm water, warm fire, scattered wind, has been transformed into an infinite merit, to protect the living. Everything has a spirit, selflessly give mankind a place to flourish, fruit of the strong food, live and work in peace and happiness, people on nature, but often demand more than gratitude. Tibetans to invisible rubbing, illusion of the sky full of gods and buddhas, but also to the natural expression of a kind of thanks and gifts, only the world's most pure eyes, only to see the highest and deepest truth, only the most tender heart, in order to realize the precious faith.
Faith is a seedling, even if the world outside the wind and rain, there is love to protect, there is good company, it is able to go through, one after another heavy robbery, one after another difficult.
In the past years, Dazang Temple has enjoyed a lot of royal glory. The temple is preserved in the Qianlong emperor gave ivory seals, brocade fabrics, the imperial gift of heavenly clothes, five Buddha's crown loose pieces, successive generations of imperial edicts, imperial edicts and the Ming dynasty generals for the gong. In addition to the countless precious offerings from successive emperors and central Tibet, the Dzongsang Monastery was supported and supported by the 18 local Tususi throughout history, making it the authority and center of Gelugpa Buddhism in the Gyaltse region at that time. Historically, the Dazang Monastery is quite famous, in Lhasa Potala Palace, there is a "Tibet important monasteries" mural, which includes this Dazang Monastery.
Da Zang Temple original Maitreya, Tsongkhapa Master Hall, Mahamudra and the protection of the law and other six halls, there are praying for the bamboo building and Kankang building each one, as the two Fadai successive generations of the place to live in the tin. Behind the temple there is a retreat, for monks meditation retreat. In front of the temple, there is a pagoda, 30 meters high, towering, there are countless precious relics.
Such a magnificent Daizoji has been mercilessly damaged throughout history. In order to destroy it, some people even used a bomb, the entire temple, except for the Dharma protection hall was then requisitioned for the villagers warehouse, spared, the rest of the premises were razed to the ground.
A catastrophe, so that the Dazang Temple has become a piece of scorched earth ruins. People do not know whether the Great Tibetan Temple in this way to perish in the remnants of the broken wall, the star fell in the cold night, sighing sheep, can not be helped.
An old lama of the temple, not able to speak well, but made a big thing to look down on life and death. He will be the Great Tibetan Temple of the protector of the statue into a tsampa pocket, no matter where to go, are carrying on the body. Other people ridiculed him for his life as gold, for fear of being stolen his rations, shall not be separated for a moment. I do not know that he is with his life, so that the temple to protect the statue is not damaged.
The old lama is also a mortal body, when a variety of voices breaking the sky, to tell their own right and glory, the noise of the rough tampered with the silence, fear and trembling as a cloud hanging over the head. The old lama, however, was able to retain a piece of his heart in the midst of all the noise and clamor, and did not change his old beliefs. He used this belief to guard the Dharma protector statue, the Dharma protector statue also silently guarded him.
Perhaps nothing in the world can be eternal, as magnificent as the Dazang Temple, can not escape this law. It was once a Buddhist temple that people feed their hearts, willing to put out the blood of the heart, weaving a solid wish to build a bridge to the country of deep cultivation, see the Buddha's smile, listen to the clear heart of the twilight drums and morning bells. But it is kind and compassionate bosom, in the end, failed to resist the vagaries of fate.
Perhaps there is no real solid thing in the world, even if it is as strong as steel, it can be easily cut. The human heart, however, is something even harder than steel, from the human heart grows the right faith, the calendar nine deaths without regrets, one day, the right faith will again put light.
When all the struggles are returned to the quiet, when all the sorrow and happiness are turned into no anger, when all the coming and going have become eternal, a piece of snow as if the oriole tender feathers, in the heart of the heart opened into a colorful scene. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet in your life.
Traceless faith, one day, will make the old memories of the Dazang Temple, and then reveal the true body, reappear glory.
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Prayer Druk Rinpoche regarded "wisdom and compassion" as the medicine of the heart, believing that this is the way to cure all the ills of the world. When he returned to his hometown of Markham in 1993, he went to the Da Zang Monastery, where he had witnessed a great deal of activity forty years earlier, to give a talk. Although he had already learned that the monastery had been destroyed, what he saw in front of him still made him "breathless, and it was difficult to adapt for a while. Appeared in front of the prayer bamboo Rinpoche Da Zang Temple, only a few broken walls.
There is no hall available, praying for the bamboo Rinpoche had to sit in the open mud to preach. The scene of tens of thousands of believers, sitting on the ground, uneven ground, masonry roots, can not block people's fervent desire, most of the people are excited about the rain of tears, sobbing. Between people, because of the faith to form a bridge, heart and heart beat together, the same frequency **** vibration, together with the feeling of happiness and sadness, tears is a matter of course.
Praying for Druk Rinpoche couldn't forget what he saw when he returned to his hometown, and wished to rebuild the Dazang Monastery. In the next two decades, he returned several times to discuss with the local government and villagers to rebuild the monastery. The whole process of construction is like a pilgrimage, every step forward, need to pay the whole body and soul efforts. But Prayuth Rinpoche did not give up easily, nor did the people in his hometown, nor his followers around the world. The people pick up wood, the flame, brightening the sky, a chopping new Daizo Monastery, in the addition of a brick and a piece of tile, slowly stood up.
After the reconstruction of the Dazang Temple, there is a gold roof Mahamudra, Maitreya Hall, for the eight-meter-high ZongKaBa statue of the Grandmaster's Hall, Great Compassion Hall, not moving the Hall, etc., but also built the temple history and cultural relics museum, dialectic college, Buddhist College, a large monastic house and the collective meal used in the cafeteria. In the Maitreya statue and ZongKaPa ZuGe statue, enshrining a number of sets of "Great Tibetan Sutra", Buddha's relics, Atisha ZuGe's ashes, ZongKaPa's relics and the holy relics of the masters of the past generations. On the periphery of the monastery, another one thousand circumference of the wheel and the path for pilgrims to go around the monastery were constructed.
The heyday of the Da Zang Monastery, there were hundreds of buildings, like a small city, the temple monks more than 800 people, the literature generally recorded as the number of 500, is taken from the Buddhist history of the meaning of the 500 Lohan. 1993, prayed for Druk Rinpoche to return to his hometown to preach the Dharma, he personally experienced the monks are only "four, five or so," with the temple construction revitalization, the monkhood of the temple, and the monks of the temple. With the revitalization of the construction of the monastery, the construction of the sangha is also gradually restored, re-establishment of the system of study, the temple and the morning bells, chanting and chanting.
The lama recited the scripture, I do not understand a word, but this does not hinder the inner purity. Into the Great Tibetan Temple, occasionally heard the snow from the pine tower and the eaves of the sound of falling, people consciously lighten their footsteps, lowered their voices, not to disturb the people who are practicing, not to disturb the peace of the holy land. Being in the rolling dust, a thousand strands around, "tranquility" is a rare state of mind, such as sweet and cold spring water out of the dust of the rare, restlessness is like a frustrating black shadow, followed step by step. Walking Da Zang Temple, I seem to understand the sutra, understand the quiet and good, beauty and warmth. What the monks are thinking and seeking is the peace of all living beings in the world, the harmony of all things, and love for each other.
The snow and ice under the feet, the sound of a slight crack, as in the past too attached to the formation of the "barrier". The sound of the snow and ice underfoot made a slight cracking sound, just like the "barrier" formed by too much attachment in the past. The barrier was broken, the eyes were enlightened, the mind was quieted, and the walk and the visit were full and happy. The encounter with the Daizoji Temple is the warmth of my Rinneen.
Near dusk, the sun converged half of the sunlight, hiding in the clouds to hide half of the face. Hand in hand from the shrubs to hold a handful of snow, pinched into a ball, it gradually smooth and porcelain, and gradually collapse and melt. Snow flow along the fingers, through the cracks of the sun, there seems to be colorful light, with the crystal snow flashes jumping.
The snow falls noiselessly, but can accumulate a white ground; snow has traces, but can let us put down the complicated world. Just like the tangible and intangible Buddha, as long as the heart has, the heart will be stable and calm. The snow falls, and the restlessness of love returns to the pure and untouched, and then there is no displacement, honor and disgrace are forgotten. With the purity of snow, wash out a cool heaven and earth, with the changes in the wind and clouds of the Dazang Temple, base out of a heart of the rest garden.