Love Hanshan Temple: Six Legends Collected by Hanshan Mountain

In the ancient city of Qiao Feng, there is a temple near the Grand Canal. It was built in the Tian Jian period of the Six Dynasties and the Liang Dynasty, with a history of 1400 years. It was named Miaoli Pingming Pagoda, and it was named Hanshan Temple, because Hanshanzi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once lived here.

"Frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing sorrow sleep. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, passenger ships are ringing at midnight. " With the publication of "a night-mooring near maple bridge" by Qi in Tang Dynasty, Hanshan Temple became famous all over the world.

For thousands of years, Hanshan Temple has experienced many ups and downs, and its fate seems to be unpredictable.

Tang Zhong, which Zhang Ji heard, has already vanished, leaving only eternal regrets; In order to live up to Zhang Jizhong's famous words, Ming Jiajing recast a giant clock. Jiajing Zhong is doomed to be sad, because he wrote The Book of Hua Zhong, which suffered from human sufferings, and died soon. He didn't wait for the bell to ring, "knocking frost all over the sky." What's more, the clock hung in the building, but it was gone. It is said that it was robbed by the Japanese, so Kang Youwei has a poem: The bell has crossed the sea, heading east, and the Hanshan ancient temple is cold. It is really sad and hateful through the ages; Hanshan Temple is the first Buddhist temple in Wuzhong. During the Daoguang period, 140 monks, including elders, young people, the weak, the strong, abbots and passers-by, died suddenly in one day, leaving an eternal mystery. ...

On New Year's Eve, Hanshan Temple always rings the bell, which sounds as if there is always a kind of power integrating heaven and earth. The Buddhist scripture says, "When you hear the bell, your troubles are light, your wisdom is long, and your bodhi is increased." It is said that this 108 all-night clock can keep people safe for a year.

If Zhang Ji's "Midnight Bell" is still there in the Tang Dynasty; If Tang Bohu's Jiajing Bell is still there; If the death toll of Hanshan Temple in Daoguang period exceeds 140, the mystery will be revealed to the world. Then, the temples along the Grand Canal in this ancient city will definitely make people feel more deeply moved.

Hanshan Temple has long been a world-famous tourist attraction, and now the temple is crowded and bustling; The traffic around the temple is busy and colorful. I don't know whether it is the honor or sadness of the temple. In a word, under the dry temple surrounded by commercial powder and cigarettes, it's a pity that we can't find that kind of empty artistic conception anymore.

Of course, there are legends about Hanshan and the romantic moon that was picked up. ...

A legend:

One day, when the sun was setting in autumn, a monk named Feng Gan swam to the depths of the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. Suddenly, a baby cried through a swaying bamboo forest and came with the wind.

This cry, suppressed by one voice, is particularly loud and bitter, as if it were a deep call and a desperate accusation. Feng Gan stopped, looked at the surging bamboo waves, listened to the loud cries, and felt that the empty Shan Ye contained a strong and unyielding life. The energetic monk followed the sound and walked away. He saw a wild goose-to-red grass in full bloom at the corner of the mountain, and a dilapidated small temple was hidden in the grass.

There is only one old monk in the temple, skinny and bony, named Qingyi. Poor little temple.

Fenggan asked Qingyi why, Qingyi frowned and replied, "I found it in the grass outside the temple gate three days ago. That's really sad, pitiful, disgusting and deplorable. "

"Good, good. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. " Monk Feng Gan praised, "Can you bring the child here for the poor monk to see?"

Early in the morning, the Qing dynasty knew that Fenggan was a great monk, and his way of life had become devious, so he was busy bringing his children.

The baby boy is under one year old, with a round face and delicate facial features, which is extremely * * *. Monk Fenggan sat down on the wooden bench and stared carefully, which made him pleasantly surprised. It turned out that the discerning person noticed the protrusion hidden between the child's foreheads, and even a lotus flower. Knowing that this little thing will have a difficult marriage when he grows up, the monk can't help but sigh and say, "The fortunes of the world have always been a love word. As you sow, you reap. "

As soon as Qingyi saw the monk's brow, he asked, "What do you think, Master?"

Feng Gan didn't answer, but asked, "Brother, what are your plans?"

"I'll get some rice porridge in the morning and evening so that I can feed it and find a chance to give it to others."

"No, no .. this son is full of blood and has a dangerous future. If my brother gives him to someone else, it will ruin his life. Isn't this our murder? "

"How about Master Yi?"

Monk Fenggan thought for a moment and said, "Let him be a lay disciple and teach him tailoring skills. A few years later, the poor monk made his own arrangements. Brother, remember that you must suffer from your skin and your bones, and you can't be spoiled. "

"The old man is old and the small temple is ashamed. How to feed him? "

Feng Gan looked awed and pointed to a gap in the courtyard wall and said, "Brother, although the treasure number collapsed, it happened to be visible.

A green hill; When you are young, you are hungry and cold, and you can bear hardships and stand hard work when you grow up. Of course, life and death depend on his fate. Brother, do your best. "

"God is really tide wait for no man, how many years have passed, spring and winter have come, and I still can't walk. Ask the master to give the child a name. "

"Others threw it away, and my brother picked it up, so it was called picking up Hanshan to pick up the profile. How about it? "

"Hey, wonderful."

Feng said with a quick laugh, "My brother has boundless merits." . "There will be eternal romance in the future."

It is the most beautiful time of sunset. A red leaf is in full bloom on the hillside in the distance. The old monk suddenly felt much younger.

Qingyi kept Feng Gan's words in mind and raised him carefully. The wheat in Liu Qing is yellow. Time flies. Eighteen years have passed, and Qingyi is already the remnant of wind erosion. I know the days are numbered, and I'm glad to see it grow up. One night, when the wild goose flew south, Qing picked it up and called it to the bedroom, saying, "Tomorrow is a good day. Please leave the temple." Never come back. Don't go back to the temple for at least a year. You can rely on the tailor's craft and stand on your own feet. Don't be lazy and don't forget your righteousness. "

The next day, there was just a faint glow on the mountain, and the morning frost had not melted, and the cold was biting. Pick up a simple gray cloth bag, bid farewell to the adoptive father with tears, and embark on the winding path of the long mountain.

A year later, in the late autumn, when the pickup truck returned to the mountain bend again, there were no fireworks in the small temple, only a few broken walls were left, and Master Qingyi had already gone with the wind. Under the blue sky, only the geese and the red grass are still brilliant, especially gorgeous. Tears welled up in his eyes and he understood the good intention of his adoptive father not to let him come back within a year.

Two legends:

Outside Xukou, water and sky are one color, covering 36,000 hectares of Taihu Lake, and there is also a Qingshan Bay on the island. In this Qingshan Bay town, there is a thin citizen named Zhang. There are several words in this picture, some of which are very ambitious. When my daughter A-mei was five years old, John Zhang never wanted to make a living by wearing sandals. It turned out that a busybody was picking holes in it, saying that Gususi's market in Beijing was excellent, and a trip was a hundred times better than opening a shop at home. Nobody wants to make money. So John Zhang borrowed 220 Chinese parasol trees from his old club in Jin Woo. Because John Zhang has a glib tongue, he often goes to the fishing line to chat on weekdays and has some friendship with his old club. Zhang is more nervous and afraid to say more.

John Zhang borrowed money, took all the savings at home, went to the city to collect some silks and satins, and then went to Beijing. Unexpectedly, the ship's journey was only four days, and it was taken away by a strongman at a quiet corner full of reeds. John Zhang couldn't give up his property and clung to the cloth bag. The strong hand fell, and poor John Zhang was cut off and fell into the water.

Zhang didn't think about eating or drinking when he heard the bad news. He holds his little sister Lacrimosa all day. Yuhang's old club sighed again and again, regretting that he shouldn't lend the money himself and hurt people's lives. At this point, I have to comfort Zhang: If my husband is like this, it will be sad. But people can't come back from the dead Think about mei. If anything happens to A-mei, how can she get it?

Zhang suddenly realized, endured grief and cheered. The Zhang family is not rich, and this accident has been like last autumn, with a poor word. Zhang Can just lifted a finger and did some vulgar work for others to make a living. Yu 'an's old boss is really sorry to see Zhang's orphans and widows, and often helps them. Zhang is often ashamed that the twenty taels of silver borrowed by her husband have not been paid back. What do you want from your old club? If you can bring John Zhang back to life, it will be worth more money. The old club told Zhang not to mention the damn twenty taels of silver again. In the cardamom years in A-mei, Yu 'an's old club passed away. With tears in her eyes, Zhang led a-mei to give her old club a deep bite. Every year after the Qingming Festival, Mr. Zhang will go to the grave to burn incense for his old club.

Although they are father and son, the owner of the fish-free business is far from his father. People are not only filthy, but also worse than animals. A few years later, seeing A-mei's beauty, he dug up a loan of 200 taels of silver from John Zhang in his early years, and the principal plus interest exceeded 100 taels. The boss said that he should either go to the government to talk about it, or a-mei should be a concubine to pay off his debts. It's no use begging for mercy. Young bosses are red-eyed when they miss A-mei. In a panic, Zhang took advantage of the high black wind in the moon and fled to Xiatang, the mayor's gate, with his daughter to go to relatives and aunts. Who knows, A-mei's aunt died six months ago. My uncle couldn't bear loneliness, so he found a small one. He won't recognize Zhang He. Mother and daughter can't get married, so they have to plan to go back to their hometown by boat from Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng, formerly known as Qiao Feng, has always been an important town. It spans the Grand Canal in the south of the Yangtze River, where north-south ships, east-west chariots and horses meet and distribute various commodities such as silk, cloth, tea, bamboo and wood. Especially rice, when it is ripe, ships on the Grand Canal stay around the clock and people come and go. That's really the benefit of the world, greater than paddy fields, and the beauty of paddy fields is nothing more than Gusu. Familiar with Suzhou, the world is enough. Due to the abundant years, the price was so low that farmers cried. At present, it is nearly freezing, the sky is overcast, and the town has taken on a New Year look. When Zhang arrived in town, he felt his legs and knees weak, and some people were afraid of the cold. Seeing that it was near dusk, he found a small inn to stay and planned to get up early tomorrow to board the boat.

The bright moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and sad. Several couples are in the same place, and several are scattered in other villages.

An old man with one arm led a girl to sing under a huge red maple on the river bank opposite the inn. Seeing that the old girl was weak and ragged, Zhang asked her to buy four plum blossom cakes. Kind A-mei gave them a few pence.

The next day, Zhang was groggy and couldn't get up, and his forehead was a little hot. Zhang didn't care, and said, mom is tired these days, too. It's okay to take a day off. I don't know. The next day, my body became heavier and heavier, and I panicked. Fortunately, the innkeeper is a warm-hearted person, who helped to call the doctor and get some medicine. It took three days to get well. He just doesn't have much money in his pocket. Zhang was in a hurry and never dared to take medicine again. He hurried home while he could hold on. The husband of Xu Niang, the proprietress of this inn, has long gone. She is also poor. She has some friendship with the manager of the grain depot, said a few good words to the manager of the grain depot, and put Zhang He on the boat to Xukou, saving a few money.

On this day, the north wind blew hard and the world was boundless. Mother and daughter looked around, and there was no boat on the lake. Fishing, agriculture and commerce are approaching the end of the year, and no one is in a hurry. They all closed the door and prepared for the new year.

It's getting dark and snowflakes are flying in the sky. Mother and daughter are in an abandoned post station near the ancient canal, avoiding rain and snow, hungry and cold, with dark eyes and nowhere to go. . Suddenly, I saw a light in front of the bend of the river, and Zhang led her daughter to the light. It was a small hut with candlelight on the paper window. Zhang wants to have some hot drinks to warm himself up.

Three legends:

The man in this hut is not a local villager, and no one knows where he came from, just as he left quietly later. I don't know his real name. A few years ago, he came out of a barren and cold mountain, and the villagers called him Hanshan. Hanshan is tall and strong, and looks like an agile person. It is also said that when he first came, he was still carrying a long sword. He is generous and kind. He chose a place near a shallow pool and an old locust tree, built two small huts, and began to kill pigs and sheep for villagers from all directions, living silently. In a few days, the Chinese New Year will be celebrated. Hanshan is grinding a foot three inches long willow leaves. Tomorrow morning, I will go to Xingqiao Town, where there are three families of pigs waiting for him to slaughter. Hanshan saw the mother and daughter covered in snowflakes, shivering and without pity. So I urged them into the house, lit a stove to boil water and cooked a pot of rice porridge all over the floor.

Zhang was so grateful that he invited his daughter to dinner. After Hanshan knew the reason, he asked Zhang, "Where is Grandma going?"

"Aunt A-mei has passed away, and we have no relatives. I must go back to my hometown. " Zhang said, lifting her skirt to wipe her tears.

Hanshan has a chivalrous heart, thinking to himself: they are all old women and girls, and there is nothing they can do. If they return to the village, it is not obvious that they will be bullied by the villains. Then he said: "I am a stranger, I am a person." If grandma doesn't dislike this thatched cottage, she can stay here and take Hanshan as your son, ok? "

Seeing Hanshan's sincerity and frankness, Zhang couldn't help holding Hanshan's hand. He was so happy that he burst into tears and called a-mei, "Call brother quickly."

A-mei is sixteen years old, and she is naturally beautiful. She is really ordinary and lovely, but on weekdays, she heard that there were ten butchers and nine fierce butchers, and she was uneasy. After listening to her mother's urging, she calmly shouted, "Brother."

After dawn, A-mei saw a shallow pool behind the house, and rotten aquatic plants remained on the cold water. The mountain shadows standing on the other side of the cabin bend are colorful, although it is winter. The hillside is covered with maple trees, some leaves are still green, and more are all red. When the river is calm, A-mei likes to see the reflection of the mountain. Zhang stayed with A-mei, taking care of all the housework such as boiling water, cooking, mending and washing, and cleaning up a messy hut. The mother and daughter picked several vegetable fields on the wasteland in front of the house, followed the root of the earth wall to the pool, tied the fence and raised some chickens and ducks. Hanshan is still running around, killing pigs and sheep for the villagers, and now he is back in the hut, making hot soup, hot dishes and hot meals, which really feels like home. A hardworking woman at home is people's life. "God is kind to me!" Hanshan regarded Zhang as his mother from his heart, and gave Zhang all the cymbals he earned every day. Hanshan went out to recruit people and browse the slaughter business. At this time, he had to go far away. Zhang was worried that Hanshan was hungry, so he prepared a vegetarian box for Hanshan, which contained cooked food and dry food to make Hanshan hungry.

When the weather gets warmer, A-mei is not afraid of Hanshan at all. A-mei really took Hanshan as his brother. Only by planting some flowers and grass in this yard can Hanshan come alive and get a brief introduction. A-mei asked Hanshan's brother to clean up the aquatic plants in the pool and plant some lotus whips. A-mei told Hanshan's brother that many people grow lotus flowers in Qingshan Bay. This kind of lotus is a beautiful flower in summer, with white flowers and pale red flowers. When the flowers wither, they become lotus, and lotus seeds are born in the lotus. Of course, the roots of lotus will grow into lotus roots. In summer, the pond is full of lotus flowers and frogs don't stop. Lotus flowers are as brilliant as Danxia, as bright as snow, but they are all harmonious! Hanshan thinks A-mei is a lotus in the water.

In this winter's morning, Zhang Yi was busy cooking several dishes in the afternoon, feeling a little weak and weak. The solstice in winter is as big as a year. On this day, the folk custom in Gusu calls for family reunion, ancestor worship, memorial to elders, wine making in winter, winter solstice group and winter solstice meal. Zhang was very busy a few days ago, and originally wanted to solve an annoyance before the New Year's Eve dinner. Together for nearly two years, Zhang saw clearly that Hanshan was a kind person, filial and kind, and healthy. If his daughter marries such a man, she will not be bullied and her life will be peaceful and comfortable. Widowhood suffered a lot. With Hanshan, A-mei was relieved. Zhang Yue think more happy. Who knows, after washing the pot, he put out the embers in the stove, stood up, dizzy and almost fell on the stove.

On this day, Hanshan went home earlier than before. Today is the solstice of winter, and it is a good day to have a reunion dinner. Don't keep mom and sister waiting too late. Before the sun went down, Hanshan came home and saw Zhang lying in bed, pale and cold-footed, and quickly fanned the charcoal stove; A-mei was in tears and was at a loss. Hanshan asked A-mei not to forget to add charcoal to the stove, and went to town to invite a doctor herself.

The doctor felt his pulse and said that the patient was tired and had no strength. He prescribed several kinds of medicine and nursed back to health for three to five days, and it was fine. Hanshan's heart fell to the ground, and he invited the doctor to have a winter solstice meal together.

Zhang fried five posts, like running water, and took ten posts, like throwing stones at water, to no avail. The person who saw Zhang in Hanshan lost a circle, touched Zhang's forehead, and it was as hot as fire, begging for a good doctor.

The old man inquired about the pulse carefully, shook his head again and again, and stopped prescribing any soup. He told Hanshan that the woman's pulse was very small and her illness was incurable. Let's prepare for the funeral, ranging from three to five days to twenty days. Seeing it in the cold mountain is like falling into an ice cave; A-mei has been crying into tears.

Zhang didn't panic, but he was also open-minded. Although he is dying, his mind is very clear. On this day, the winter sun shone into the house from the window sash. Zhang suddenly felt a little energetic and wanted to eat rice porridge. Hanshan hurried to do it. Zhang called his daughter to bed and held hands and said, "Your brother Hanshan is a good man. Don't disobey your mother's orders. She can't worry about you. "

A-mei nodded with tears and agreed: "My daughter will do as you say."

Hanshan brought rice porridge with some brown sugar and waited on my mother carefully. Zhang took a few bites and didn't want to eat any more.

"Son, do you know what your mother is thinking?"

Hanshan nodded, knowing that Zhang was worried about her daughter: "Mom, don't worry. Hanshan will take good care of A-mei and find a good family for A-mei. "

Zhang shook his head. "A-mei has grown up, so you two can live together. The money earned on weekdays is in the small urn under the bed. February 12 next year is a good day, and things will be done well that day. "

Hearing this, Hanshan couldn't stop crying in her eyes. "Niang, Hanshan poor, or a layman. How can he deserve a-mei? " Hanshan must find a good family for a-mei. "

"Son, A-mei has no father since she was a child, so you should take good care of her, thank you ..."

"Mom ..." Hanshan bit her lower lip to prevent tears from flowing out.

Zhang called to the bed and said, "Don't worry, mom is gone. She is in the grave with Hanshan." Then I looked at Hanshan with muddy eyes. Hanshan felt like a knife, grabbed the old man's hand and said tearfully, "Listen to my mother's arrangement and remember her words."

In the middle of the next night, Zhang had no worries and left quietly. A-mei thought about the pain of her mother's life and an unknown thing about herself. Where can she stand this pain? She fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Hanshan invited some villagers to help, put on hemp and buried Zhang himself.

February 12 next year is the Hundred Flowers Festival. On this day, the weather is fine and there is no rain, which indicates that all flowers are in full bloom this year. Hanshan and he are not married, but they burn incense in front of Zhang's grave and bow deeply. Hanshan told Zhang that it's okay, she will be filial for three years. After three years of filial piety, she will marry A-mei and live with her forever.