12/08/2025
Book 129 Entering the Most Hidden Yin-Yang Realm
Chapter 9 The Chronicle of the Stone
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When I was young, I loved to swim, and today I still feel the same way.
Often after a feng shui survey, I would swim in the small streams amidst beautiful mountain ranges. When I was done with my survey, anytime I passed a clear river, I was unable to resist stopping the car, taking out my swimming trunks from the backseat and getting into the water for a swim.
I have a knack for floating, and an aptitude for swimming.
Delight fills my heart at the sight of water.
During those years, various disciples from Taichung or Changhua accompanied me to swim in the streams and rivers.
We frequently swam in the Toubienkeng Stream, Dajia Creek, Zhuzikeng Creek, and so on. At that time, the mountain streams were very clear.
One night, I had a dream.
An old man came forward and spoke to me, “Please return my stone.”
“What stone?” I was startled. “Have I taken your stone?”
“Not yet, but you will take it tomorrow,” said the old man.
I laughed, “Tomorrow, but tomorrow has not yet arrived! What a
joke!”
The elder said, “I live in Bixu Palace [Palace of Jade Green Void]. Please return my stone.”
“Huh? Be quiet.” I turned my body to the other side, and fell fast asleep again.
The next day when I woke up, this dream was very clear and vivid in my memory, but I paid little attention to it, because I really had no stone with me, and personally I had no liking for heavy and cumber some stones.
To what stone and what Bixu Palace was he referring? I interpreted it as a strange dream and nothing more.
That afternoon as we drove home after a feng shui survey, the summer sun blazed from above. We came across a clear, cool stream and stopped the car along the side of the road, and walked along a narrow trail to the stream’s bank. We took off our clothes and jumped into the water.
At shallow parts of the water, we could see small fish and shrimp. The shrimp were limpid and swam freely.
I swam back and forth with the free stroke, breast stroke, butterfly stroke, back stroke…
I dove.
I kept my eyes open whenever I dove; this was a matter of habit. I was not used to wearing diving goggles, because I found the feeling of something on my face uncomfortable. (It was only later when I dove in the ocean, that I became accustomed to wearing a diving mask, diving cylinder, lead belt, swim fins, and other equipment.)
As I dove down with eyes wide open, I saw at the bottom of the stream many cobblestones, and ran my hands through the stones with a couple of strokes. A purple stone that was especially conspicuous caught my eye. This stone was not only purple, but also carried tinges of red, traces of green, shades of yellow, and was exquisitely shaped on all sides. Reaching out to take hold of it, I grasped it easily on my first attempt, and it fit perfectly in my hand as I brought it up to the shore.
As I mentioned, I personally have no particular liking for stones, however this stone seemed to glow with iridescence under the sunlight, and even seemed to be emanating mist from its pores. Indeed it was a fine stone.
I showed it to my disciples.
“Very beautiful.”
“A rare stone.”
“It shimmers, more like a precious gem.”
“Like mother-of-pearl.”
“What kind of stone is it exactly?” I asked.
“Difficult to say.”
Seeing that I had picked up a wonderful stone with lustrous and iridescent colors, everyone was astonished, and everybody dove into the water, hoping to find the same kind of stone. Diving in and out, in and out again, they searched to no avail.
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After arriving home, I placed the stone on a narra wood stand, and offered it on my shrine. From a distance, the shrine radiated brilliantly.
I felt a pull towards this stone; I sensed I had obtained something wonderful and precious.
That night, the elderly man came to me again —
“Please return my stone.”
“What stone?”
“The stone you picked up today.”
I said to the elder, “The stone I picked up today, belongs to whom ever picked it up. Unless stones have owners?”
The elder laughed, “This stone is in fact the wonderful treasure that protects Bixu Palace. Today I lost it, and you picked it up. Now that you have seen it, please return it promptly to me!”
“How can you prove that it belongs to you?” I added, “Since I picked it up, it belongs to me.”
The elderly man said, “There is a face on the bottom of the stone, which is exactly my face. There are also tiny words inscribed on it that read ‘For Bixu Palace.’”
The elder said again, “Please return my stone.”
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The next day, I turned the stone over and looked at the bottom. I had not paid much attention initially, but after the elderly man had pointed it out, I was immediately able to see that there was indeed the face of the old man, with eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and eyebrows clearly apparent.
At the base of the stone were some tiny black spots, and when viewed through a magnifying glass, they were indeed the words “For Bixu Palace.”
I was shocked.
Now I understood - my first dream was not some strange and ran dom dream, and the second dream was also not some bizarre dream. Both were prophetic and significant.
Now came my problem —
Since the stone belonged to Bixu Palace, naturally of course I should return it to Bixu Palace, but where exactly is Bixu Palace located?
I considered handing the stone directly to the elder in the dream. But would he be able to take the stone with him?
What sort of rare and precious stone was this that it had the ability to guard a palace?
Incredibly the elder knew I would pick up the stone the next day; was this not the divine ability of fore-knowledge? Who was this elder? Was he a celestial being? If he were a celestial being, why did he not pick up the stone first? Why did he allow me to pick it up, then chase after me to return it?
These were the questions that bothered me. The situation was dif f icult to explain clearly, and I was quite confused.
I (Living Buddha Lian-sheng Sheng-yen Lu) indeed have super natural and spiritual powers, but I still first try to make sense of things through inference and logic. However, whichever way I tried to make sense of this, my deductions met with dead ends, and I was unable to comprehend the situation!
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The third night, the elderly man came again.
“Please return my stone!”
“Indeed it belongs to you and is the property of Bixu Palace. Now, how do I return it?”
“Return it to Bixu Palace.”
“But where is Bixu Palace located?”
“Where it came from, is where it should go!”
I was surprised:
“The stone is to be returned to the Zhuzikeng Creek?” I dared not believe it.
“That’s right,” the elderly man said.
“Where exactly is Bixu Palace?”
The elder said, “If you must ask, I can only answer you, that this stone is in fact Bixu Palace.”
When he answered as such, I was even more surprised! I was utterly unable to understand what had happened. Thus, the elderly man began to explain in great detail:
This elderly man was the river god of Zhuzikeng Creek. He resided within Bixu Palace. It turned out that the stone was in fact Bixu Palace.
Earlier on, a spirit official on duty came to give notice that Bixu Palace would face impending disaster, and someone would remove the entire palace.
The elder questioned the spirit official on duty, “Bixu Palace is invisible, and human beings are unaware of its presence, so how could the whole palace be taken away?”
The spirit official on duty replied, “This person is not an ordinary human being. He possesses the faculties of divine eyes, dharma eyes, and wisdom eyes. He will swim underwater, and remove Bixu Palace.”
“Who is he?”
“He is Living Buddha Lian-sheng Sheng-yen Lu, the secret master of this present age.”
“What should I do?”
“Use the means of verification to claim it back.”
“What if I am unable to claim it back?”
“This secret master is one of reason. Would he still be the secret master if he was unreasonable? Living Buddha Lian-sheng Sheng yen Lu is one with genuine feeling and a very reasonable person; you should definitely be able to get it back.”
The elder knew that Bixu Palace would be lost, hence he came the day before to tell me. Later on I indeed picked up Bixu Palace (the stone), and he manifested himself in my dreams several times more, indicating he wanted the stone palace returned.
After hearing the entire story, I of course brought the stone back to Zhuzikeng Creek. Bixu Palace was returned to Bixu Palace, and the river god returned to his place.
The river god once brought me to visit Bixu Palace - this stone was indeed a rare and precious treasure. Within it contained —
Magnificent and regal splendors constructed from exquisite and precious materials. It was like a palace in the human world, with golden tiles on its roof and doors made of white jade. There were many screens, all made from turtle shells. Coral beads adorned the ceiling. And within the palace an auspicious mist permeated throughout.
Although it was neither a scene from a Heavenly Palace, nor the Crystal Palace of the Dragon King, even then it was not bad compared to these two places!
The river god was also very regal and entertained his distinguished guests in the great hall. Officials of both higher and lower ranks sat alongside me, and we were served splendid and exotic cuisines such as musk deer, golden pheasant, and other wild game. We were also offered the eight treasures and delicacies of the heavenly kitchen, and drank fine mellow wine and nectars of the celestial court.
I remarked to the river god elder.
“That such a fantastic and wonderful sight exists within this stone is truly a cause for profuse amazement!”
The river god elder replied, “Various gods reside in many different places; small can be transformed into big, big can be transformed into small; reality can be transformed into illusion, illusion can be transformed into reality. As a person who understands Buddhadharma, you know that all heavens are within your heart, and your heart is the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.”
The elder’s reply was deep and profound.
Whether the world of samsara is real or illusory, is quite a question for rumination!
While conducting feng shui consultations, I passed by Zhuzikeng Creek several times, and told my disciples, “Bixu Palace is here.”
“Bixu Palace? Where is it?”
“At the bottom of the creek.”
“Grand Master loves to joke!”
I laughed heartily.
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