It Won't Matter if Ghosts Don't Come, Just as Long as the Buddhas Do, Then It'll Be Fine.
It Won't Matter if Ghosts Don't Come, Just as Long as the Buddhas Do, Then It'll Be Fine.
What was Fo Guang Shan like? Sandy and dusty, the contour of the land could barely be made out. It was a deserted bamboo wasteland. Devotees sneered at the land and said, “Even ghost wouldn't come here, not to mention humans."" Venerable Master persisted and pressed on “It won’t matter if ghosts don't come, just as long as the buddhas do, then it be fine."" This mountainous was surprisingly difficult to develop. East of the land was a long winding narrow ridge, while west of the land were deep ditches. Venerable Master wondered from where the development could possibly start. Venerable Master pondered every day on how to build the Buddhist college, how its classrooms, its shrine and more could be built? Just like the chance discovery of the utopian Peach Spring beyond this world, a piece of plain was revealed in front of Venerable Moster, who immediately thought, “This is just wonderful! The spot for the Eastern Buddhist College just appeared right here in front of me.