The Buddhist Relationship Between Lu Zhaozhao and Manjushri Bodhisattva

In the country school, Lu Zhaozhao and Ling Shuang were bound by fate to study under Zhang Yanzhi, the teacher of Fengshou Academy. Zhang Yanzhi passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty-five, but refused to be an official in Huanxi Town and came to teach at Fengshou Academy. In the early morning of a new day, when the sky is about to light up but is not yet completely bright, everything begins to come to life. Outside the paper window, the flat and broad land is flanked by two rows of neatly arranged trees. It is very quiet here for twelve hours a day. At a specific time, the sound of reading can be heard in the distance. Life at Fengshou Academy is very simple, and I am very pressed for time after getting up early. Only after living in a busy city can you appreciate the peace and quiet far away from the hustle and bustle. White walls and gray tiles, the sky in the early morning is clear enough, raise your head and look up at the sky, the color of the sky now is like a dark blue dyed black by ink. This sky wraps the earth and nourishes the dense woods growing on the earth. Waking up in the morning is the time closest to dawn. The hope of the coming world rises from the blurred dividing line between heaven and earth. The color of the rising sun is like a peeled egg. All the scorching heat has been dispersed. Around this sun, there is a thin layer of white clouds like broken egg shells, covering the sun. The golden sun breaks away from the white clouds, just before the sun rises completely from the gap between the white clouds. Lu Zhaozhao opened the door to the room in time. Before the sun rose, the beam of light hidden under the white clouds was enough to illuminate the room where Lu Zhaozhao was resting. If he leaned closer to the window lattice, he could see the sun outside the window. We can see a side that we cannot usually see - clouds of seven colors when illuminated by the rays of the sun. The climate in the mountains is humid, and Lu Zhaozhao's shoes tread on mud and stone slabs. The sun has completely brightened. The cool temperature makes people very comfortable. Lu Zhaozhao will experience a short story and return to Fengshou Academy again. Looking at the mountain peak where the Feng Shui Academy is located, Lu Zhaozhao was thinking about the story before he and Ling Shuang entered the Harvest Academy together like himself in the story—— "It is said that there is a kind of winter jujube, and the fruit on this winter jujube tree is delicious and sweet. Planting this winter jujube tree at home can attract wealth, bring prosperity to the family, and make the couple happy." On the eleventh day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, a storyteller sat cross-legged on the ground in Huanxi Town. He put his hands on his knees and was very confident in the story he was telling. This is a story that is widely circulated in Huanxi Town, and every household loves to hear it. Shopkeeper: "Would you like some fresh winter dates?" The store owner took out a winter jujube from the wooden basket in front of him. This winter jujube was plump and crystal clear. If he got closer, he could see the distorted portrait reflected on the winter jujube. Lu Zhaozhao was curious, why is a simple winter jujube so attractive? She bent down, and the figure reflected on the surface of the winter jujube also bent down. Lu Zhaozhao wanted to know why this winter jujube was so crystal clear, so the store took back the winter jujube in his hand. He said, "Would you like to buy fresh winter jujube and try it?" Purpose: Promote Buddhism