The legend of Jigong

The legend of Jigong - Burning Jingci Temple

It is said that Gansan in the sixth lunar month is the birthday of the God of Fire.

On the third day of June this year, it was a scorching hot day, but more people than usual came to Jingci Temple in Nanping Mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha. Everyone burned incense and kowtowed, begging the God of Fire not to bring down the fire. Wish you all peace throughout the seasons.

When it was time to have lunch, a young and beautiful girl came outside the gate of Jingci Temple. The girl was wearing a red silk dress, holding a small parasol in her hand, and her dark eyes were looking around, as if someone was chasing her behind.

At this time, Monk Jidian was living in Jingci Temple. No matter early or late, at exactly this time, he rushed out of the wok stove room, holding a bamboo stick in one hand. Without saying a word, he stretched out his arms to block the mountain gate, preventing the girl from entering. The girl went to the east, and Jidian blocked her from the east; the girl ran to the west, and Jidian blocked her from the west. The girl's face turned red and there were beads of sweat all over her face. Some people who were burning incense and worshiping Buddha started to cheer up when they saw that Jidian was arranging women in front of the public.

Hearing the loud noise outside, the old abbot hurriedly rushed out with his walking stick. Seeing Jidian making such nonsense, he shouted loudly: "Jidian, do you look like a monk? Still not?" Go away!" Jidian turned around and asked the old abbot with a smile: "Master, tell me, is it better to have a temple or not?" The old abbot misunderstood his words and ignored him. Meaning, he scolded Jidian and said, "Talk too much. We monks have more things to do than less things to do. Of course it's 'nothing'!" Jidian sighed and said, "Master, don't regret it when there is no temple anymore!" The old abbot didn't listen, so he hit Jidian with his walking stick and said, "It's okay. I'm just waiting for you! Don't bother me here. Get out of here!" When Jidian saw what the old abbot said, he put two bamboo sticks under his armpits and walked away alone.

The girl in the red dress just walked into the Main Hall, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared. In this daylight, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and a red spider hung from the main beam of the hall. It landed on the lighted candle without any deviation. Just listen, there is a "hoo", candles are shining everywhere, and the hall immediately catches fire. The wind assisted the fire, and the fire took advantage of the wind's power. In an instant, the magnificent Jingci Temple was burned into a sea of ??flames.

Many pilgrims and monks fled here and there to hide in various places. It seemed that only the woodshed at the back of the temple was not burning, so everyone rushed there pushing each other. When I opened the door and took a look, I saw Jidian with her legs crossed, lying on the hay, feeling very sleepy. Everyone scrambled to push him. Jidian rubbed his eyelids and turned over. He said in a daze: "Don't make any noise, don't make any noise! ??Why are you making such a fuss?" Everyone dragged him up and shouted, "It's all on fire." You're raising your eyebrows, you're still sleeping!" Jidian didn't answer, but just smiled at everyone. The old abbot became angry when he saw it, and said: "The temple is burned down, and people can't even cry, so you are still happy!" Jidian said: "Haha! I have to ask the master!" After hearing this, the old abbot was confused. , asked Jidian what was going on. Jidian then explained: "The girl in the red dress just now was transformed by the God of Fire. She is coming to burn Jingci Temple at 3:30 today. I won't let her in because I want to delay the time, so the fire will not be burned." The old abbot said anxiously: "Oh, how did I know? Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jidian said, "You still blame me for not telling you earlier? - I stopped everyone!" "I, I asked Master just now, didn't Master say, 'There is no temple'? Humph, didn't you hit me with a cane?" Only then did the old abbot realize that he had misheard the words because of his impatience. . I was really ashamed and sad. I held back my tears and said, "Ahem! I thought you were talking about the 'matter' of the matter. You know it is the 'temple' of the temple. How could you say that one temple with more temples is not as good as one with one temple less?" ? Alas!"