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Mountain Pilgrimage - A Journey to be remembered all my life
2016-07-20 16-18-09 来源: 作者:Jifa 点击:次
朝山 毕生难忘的路
Mountain Pilgrimage - A Journey to be remembered all my life
I want to make a pilgrimage with Rev. Master Renda! On August 12, 2011, I left business to the hands of my family members. Piously, I took the plane from Guangzhou to Shandong. Being aware of the considerable difficulties of making such a journey, before coming to Shandong, I worshipped Buddhas for four to five hours each day at home. Whenever a chance was provided, I would climb Mt. White Cloud. Such kind of warm-up activities for a pilgrimage had been done for quite a long time until I really joined the pilgrimage team.
Coming to the camping site, which is located in a county of Pingyi of the city called Linyi in Shandong Province, I was amazed, because what came into my view was the classroom of a derelict primary school. Surprised on seeing it, I marveled at the age and the run-down state of this house. It is just like old rural residence during the period of economic underdevelopment in Guangdong, which is about thirty years ago: the old well covered with moss and the pitch-dark toilet. Senior fellow apprentices had pitched tents. After settling down with them, we looked after each other and enjoyed each other’s company. In the silent school, the chirps of insects and bugs accompanied us to spend several nice nights. Several days later, the pilgrimage team set off with the cantonment.
Showing respect to Buddhas by kowtowing all the way, we are travel-worn and weary. Getting over messy stones and bumpy roads, weaving in and out of traffic in spite of all the exhaust fumes and dusts drifting profusely and disorderly, we were busy with traveling; our perspiration had soaked clothes, dripping through protective garments and moistening the soil.
Several days later, my skin began to protest. Due to several hundred kowtows per day, the protective gears had abraded my skin and blood seeped through the clothes. I really hoped that the friction can go on until my skin became calloused, which can cover the original vulnerability.
It rained several days and the road become muddy and slippery. Our shoes had been covered with mud, so we had to walk cautiously to avoid falling down. The journey of pilgrimage became increasingly difficult.
As a matter of fact, the most challenging aspect is our new camping site, which was a clearing but close to pigsty and livestock farm where poultry, flamingos and sheep were raised. Perhaps our arrival had startled and amazed those big and small creatures, as I can hear their frequent exchange of opinions enthusiastically. What’s more, mosquitoes and fleas jumped for joy since they can feast on us every day. After serving these creatures several rounds, fellow apprentice Miaogan’s legs were full of red bumps, and there were at least twenty of them on Shengqiang ‘s limbs; as for me, besides those pink spots and swellings, I was told by fellow brothers that my back had been covered by large areas of prickly heat.
Whenever it rained, people can hardly live in the tents, let alone to sleep well for a night. Worse still, there was no source of water. We had to fetch water for food and drink from a very distant place. There were only two pails of water for meals and cleaning. If there were other believers to join us, we had no water for washing face or breathing teeth. And shower had become a luxury. For Cantonese who are used to take showers several times a day, such a situation was just too depressing. Once I ran to a channel fifty or sixty miles away to take a bath, but I was stopped by apprentice brothers and other believers because there were snakes there. Gosh, I got too dirty each day. When it was a rainy day, my clothes were soaked and there was no way to dry them. Later I discovered that even the duvet was moist.
Once it rained heavily, we all needed to practice Buddhism in raincoat. A moment later, sweat began to run down my body. With the raincoat stuck to my body, I felt annoyed and uncomfortable. After covering a stretch of road, I took off the raincoat impatiently to feel the coolness and comfort. But I got the goosebumps when my sweaty back blown by the wind. Returning to the camping site, I got a fever. At three o’clock the next morning, my temperature had reached 39 degrees Celsius. Rev. Master Renda forbade me to follow the crowd to do the routine work of showing respect. But I begged him by saying, “Please stop persuading me from doing this. I have to be persistent. Even if I fall down, I would like it to be on the journey to the mountain.” Seeing his words to no avail, he allowed me to kowtow as usual. I kept doing this activity until noontime; I was so hungry that my stomach began to gurgle, feeling dizzy with my sight blurred. Only by then did I feel I had a difficult time to stand up from each kowtowing. I shivered with the cold. But satisfied with the thought of being able to be on the pilgrimage journey with Rev. Master Renda, I forgot fever and hunger. When passing a rugged road with pebbles and stones, my legs were bruised. Even so, I still hobbled along and went on without being lagged behind in my efforts. The legs of Rev. Master Renda were also covered with scars. And there was no reason to stop my practice.
I want to express my gratitude to apprentice brothers for they made up a prescription and took good care of me. Thanks to the blessing of Buddhas and Buddhisattvas, my fever was gone very quickly. What was memorable is that I had the special treatment of a bowl of hot noodles because of my sickness.
There were too many hardships and rich rewards on this journey of pilgrimage. Facing considerable difficulties, Master Renda and apprentice brothers persisted in their efforts; and they can always pass the tests with flying colors. Whenever we took a rest, the rigorous and strict Master Renda would always tell a tale, play a joke or talk about how to practice Buddhism. There was no tired look on his face; his remarks were humorous and witty. Actually we were all fully aware of the fact that our master had been exhausted but he did not forget to give us a pep talk to encourage us to achieve our goals. Aged more than seven decades, the old master had forgotten his fatigue, his backache and skelalgia. He led us to walk a different road with his firm belief and absolute determination. In my opinion, the indomitable spirit that our teacher had taught us had affected each and everyone of us within the pilgrimage team and this lesson will have a profound influence on every day of our future lives, even the rest of our lives!
On August 23, 2011, thanks to my respected teacher, I finally acquired my Dharma name: Jifa! Teacher said that, ‘You are the first auspicious one of Zhengjue Monastery’! Everyone was happy, including Rev. Master Renda. As for me, I had more feelings besides gratitude, thrills and appreciation.
I am the lucky one. Many a people does not get such an opportunity to go on a pilgrimage and practice Buddhism with Rev. Master Renda; however, in those special days, I set out on a journey with my teacher, which is an unforgettable experience to be remembered for the rest of my life.
I used to believe that there was only an equal altitude for the mountains of my life, but now it dawns on me that there can be peaks of different heights. I once believed that Buddhas and Budhisattvas only stayed in monasteries and temples; however I have realized that each and every one around us is one of them. I thought that there were only trials and tribulations as well as cultivation and improvements on the pilgrimage; nevertheless, it more than fills my journey of life with fresh fragrance.
Unknowingly, I have followed the pilgrimage team for two weeks and it is time to bid farewell to the group. I want to express my gratitude repeatedly; and I want to tell Rev. Master Renda and apprentice brothers that this experience of my life will leave an indelible mark on my memories and have a positive effect on my later life.
图1:与恩师仁炟法师合影
Photo 1: A photo shoot with my respected teacher Rev. Master Renda
图2:永不忘却的朝山路
Photo 2: The unforgettable pilgrimage