Mount Hua's Yuquan Temple, a mysterious place shrouded in incense smoke and mist. Here, devout men and women come in an endless stream, praying for peace and blessings. Within the temple grounds, halls, nunneries, and corridors connect, ancient trees reach for the sky, and streams murmur. Standing on higher ground, one seems to be able to touch the sky, while the reclusive Taoist priests and nuns diligently cultivate themselves in meditation, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras.
They hold morning and evening prayers, copy scriptures, and immerse themselves in the world of spiritual practice after work, isolated from the mundane world. The priests recount the hardships of cultivation, the tempering of their minds, and the pursuit of transcendence. However, standing amidst the mortal world, observing all things, I can't help but wonder: does spiritual practice truly require seclusion in the mountains?
In this mortal world, each of us experiences our own trials and struggles. Perhaps, only by letting go of worldly troubles and pain can we truly cleanse the impurities of our hearts, attain enlightenment, and achieve immortality or Buddhahood.