past lives origin of Baiyun Temple in Buddhism: Xinjin time today: 12: 3: 1, September 16, 29/At the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty in Ceng Gang, there was a poor family at the foot of Muma Mountain in Xinjin, and only the mother and son lived alone. When the youngest son was six years old, the drought and dry river cut off the smoke everywhere, which was a fatal blow to the poor. The mother had no choice but to give her son to a charity in Huayuan Town. The owner's name is Fang Liang. Seeing that the child is honest and honest, he accepted it as his adopted son and changed his name to Fang Yuan. In his spare time, he was taught to read, recite poems, chant scriptures and recite classics. Fangyuan is very Buddha-like, and has great respect for Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is merciful and compassionate. Fang Yuan had enough food and clothing in his adoptive father's home, but he often missed his biological mother. He looked at Muma Mountain day and night, with crystal tears hanging from his eyes. One day, Fangyuan decided to go home to visit her mother at night and return before dawn. He slipped out of the back door of Fangjia and ran to the willow river in one breath. That night, there were few stars in the moon, and everything was silent. The turbulent waves at the ferry made him very afraid. Fangyuan knelt on the ground and was heartbroken. Just then, there was a faint song in the sky, and at the same time, a white cloud slowly floated down and landed on the river, shaped like a boat. In a trance, the square garden set foot on the white clouds and floated to the other side. After visiting his mother, Fang Yuan stayed up all night and ran to the shore before dawn the next day. At the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty, there was a poor family at the foot of Muma Mountain in Xinjin, and only mother and son lived alone. When the youngest son was six years old, the drought and dry river cut off the smoke everywhere, which was a fatal blow to the poor. The mother had no choice but to give her son to a charity in Huayuan Town. The owner's name is Fang Liang. Seeing that the child is honest and honest, he accepted it as his adopted son and changed his name to Fang Yuan. In his spare time, he was taught to read, recite poems, chant scriptures and recite classics. Fangyuan is very Buddha-like, and has great respect for Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is merciful and compassionate. Fang Yuan had enough food and clothing in his adoptive father's home, but he often missed his biological mother. He looked at Muma Mountain day and night, with crystal tears hanging from his eyes. One day, Fangyuan decided to go home to visit her mother at night and return before dawn. He slipped out of the back door of Fangjia and ran to the willow river in one breath. That night, there were few stars in the moon, and everything was silent. The turbulent waves at the ferry made him very afraid. Fangyuan knelt on the ground and was heartbroken. Just then, there was a faint song in the sky, and at the same time, a white cloud slowly floated down and landed on the river, shaped like a boat. In a trance, the square garden set foot on the white clouds and floated to the other side. After visiting his mother, Fang Yuan stayed up all night and ran to the shore before dawn the next day. Facing the barrier of the surging river, Fangyuan is at a loss what to do. The singing in the air started again, and the white clouds came again. This time, the white clouds really turned into a boat. After Fangyuan crossed the river, the boat stayed on the shore. White clouds turn into boats, and sky songs lead the way. Fang Yuan suddenly realized. So, he bid farewell to his family and resolutely became a monk, whose legal name was Pu En. Soon, a small boat appeared on the deserted ferry by the Yangliu River, and a young monk was sitting on the boat. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Puen supported the ferry between the two sides. The current here is fast, the wind is high and the waves are dangerous. Over the years, the ferry boat has been overturned many times in the middle of the river, and no one cares. People who cross the river can't find the ferry until 2 or 3 miles upstream or downstream, which is really bitter for those who are in transition on both sides of the river. After the ferry here, Puen solved the big problem of people crossing the river. When they gave money, Puen pointed to the small bamboo basket at the bow, and didn't care much about losing more or less or losing or not. "If you don't beat the drums, you won't hit the bell, and a leaf boat will swing west and east. If you ask the poor monk why, white clouds will fall into the river. " The boat went offshore, sang songs, and the sound was desolate and intense, echoing between the mountains and rivers. Since then, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, boats have been traveling smoothly between the two sides. There were two floods in the Yangliu River, and the boat was caught in the center of the vortex. The ferryman remained calm and sang quietly, and the pole rose and fell, and the boat was safe and sound. The word "Baiyun" in Puen's songs is deeply engraved in people's hearts. I don't know from what year, the word "Baiyun" has gradually become synonymous with the ferry. Decades later, the young monk became an old master. One day, Puen left the Artemisia pole and made a living next to Baiyundu. He planned to build a Baiyun Temple at the foot of Muma Mountain, which is not far from the shore, to worship Master Guanyin. The news spread and people from dozens of miles in Fiona Fang came to donate. In just three years, Baiyun Temple was built. On the day of the opening ceremony, thousands of people gathered and incense flourished. Puen became the first host. This year, it was the third year of Daming Hongwu. Since then, people who cross the river are willing to put a stick of incense in Baiyun Temple. Baiyun temple has also become people's