In Pinghu, Zhejiang, there was a layman named Yan Liang. He is a worker in a food company. He is usually in poor health, and he is even more upset when he is ill. After converting to Sambo, although I often read Buddhism, my physical condition has not improved significantly. /kloc-One night in 0/985, Yan Liangju had a strange dream. In the dream, someone said to him, "Your master is in Tolingi, and he can save you." When he woke up, he felt that the dream was very clear, but after all, it was a dream, true or false, and he couldn't take it too seriously. I don't know if there is a Toringi. Later, when chatting with Buddhist friends, I heard that there was a Torin Temple somewhere in Zhejiang, so I went to see it with curiosity. I didn't see any monks there, so I came back. I think it's probably an illusion. Don't take it seriously.
After a while, I talked about it again. Someone told Yan Liangju that there is a Torin Temple in Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province, which is a pure ancestral temple and a thousand-year-old temple. Maybe the dream said that Tollinger was there? I can't help feeling guilty. I can't help myself. A few days later, a Buddhist friend and I boarded the train to Toringi.
With the rhythmic click of train wheels, Yan Liangju saw a clean and solemn picture: an old tree with deep leaves and its trunk sticking out. Under the shade of more than ten meters around, an old monk with a stern face sat on a Zen stool under the tree. Deep in thought, quiet and comfortable. The greetings from fellow Buddhists pulled it back from the fugue, and he told Buddhists this dreamlike feeling again and again.
The mountain road turns and the trees are lush. They entered the three gates of Toringi with pious worship. After the Lotus Pond and the King's Temple, Yan Liang entered Toringi's compound. In a dream? Is it a reality? Yan Liang was stunned by what he saw: an ancient tree with deep roots and lush foliage, with its trunk sticking out and more than ten meters of shade around it. Under the tree, an old monk with a stern face sat on a Zen stool. Deep in thought, quiet and comfortable. At that time, the hero was at a loss. Where is this? On the train, in the temple? Buddhists moved Yan Liang and awakened him from his trance. Perhaps it is the fate of a previous life, so he can continue in this life. At this time, Yan Liang knelt down and said excitedly to the old monk, "You are my master, you are the master in my dream." The old monk walked out of meditation, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Liang kneeling in front of him. It's not surprising, but he just lets him get up. Asked why he did this, Yan Liang told the two dreams before and after, and the old monk nodded.
As a good layman, he settled down in Toringi. Later, I learned that the old monk was a Taoist priest presided over by Tolin Temple. During Yan Liang's days in Tuolin Temple, he asked the big monk to teach him the Five Commandments, and had morning and evening classes with the masses every day to recite Buddha. Because of the season, he felt that Yan Liang was a different person on his way home. He felt very comfortable, happy and full of Falun Gong!
Since then, he has become a Buddhist monk in Toringi. He always talks about his feelings, the virtue of a big monk, and the Tao of Tolin Temple. After Yan Liangju retires, he will give part of his pension to Lindong Dojo every month. I was an accountant in the temple at that time, so I knew more about his support. In this way, until 199 1 year, I received the last donation from Yan Liang, which was about 3,000 yuan. At that time, I wondered how this lay old man took out so much money at once. Later, his daughter called to say that the old layman had passed away. I hope Toringi can give him a blessing to help him die in the West.
So the great monk Guo Gong personally presided over seven buddha. After the seventh statue began, his family called again, and their voices were very excited. Family members said that even when there was no one at home to help them read, there were clear instruments and chanting voices everywhere in the room. They really felt the magic of Buddhism for the first time. Later, in the communication with Yan Liangju's family, I learned that the voice of their Buddha's name never stopped during the seven days when Tuolin Temple played Buddha Seven. Moreover, before his death, the old lay man sold all his possessions that could be sold. This reminds me of the three thousand dollars. The old layman predicted that if you die in the west, you can settle it!
Amitabha may the king, every poor idiot fall into a foreign land. It only takes six years to play a good Buddhist, and it is indeed an example for us Buddhists to be able to predict time and feelings so clearly. It is conceivable that pure land is easy to live in. We should let go of our fate, concentrate on Buddha, comfort Tommy and repay the great kindness of the Buddhas!