After lunch, I moved the car and headed for a private parking lot at the base of 1st bridge. There seems to be a full car soon as there are only about 10 cars parked there. When we went there was empty just for the last one, but when we parked there, the clerk put out signs of full on the road. It seems that tourism information of the city called Ichinohashi Information Office also serves as the management of the parking lot in the main work.I was surprised that it is a restroom that is in a separate building, but the interior is full of cypress paste and it is all fresh. There is no unpleasant odor peculiar to the restroom. Since urinals use a type of washing without flushing water, even if there is an ammonia smell, the refreshing fragrance of cypress is drifting. I thought of placing a cypress board soon somewhere in my room. After taking the parking lot receipt procedure at the information office, when asking the time to walk to Okunosan it is 40 minutes for one way.The parking lot closed at 4:30, so it was said that We had to come back before that. It is now 2:30, so it is better to walk with a quick walk. There seems to be no time to visit the grave of the great men in the middle. It is more meaningful to spend time on worship at Okunoin. We put on a white clothes for the pilgrimage on top and holding a golden hard stick. I carry the sholderbag and checked the inner beads, candles, incense sticks, lighters, stump books, notes. Memories of around 88 pilgrim routes in Shikoku last year have been reminded. This time the Okunoin Bow-trip is the finish of the pilgrimage.
We cleaned ourselves at the water shop just before one bridge and bowed down in front of the bridge. It is said that Kobo Daishi is coming to pick me up to Ichinohashi and accompanying Okunoin. We stepped in with a wonderful feeling. From here we hurry ahead with a quick foot. Aside from the approach road, the graves are lined side by side and all are graves of the historic house, but every tombstone is mossing. Does not their descendants manage it?Also, the grave of the name of the big company is lined up as if to advertise the company. Because Shinmeiwa Kogyo, Kubota, Panasonic and other attractive tombs are eye-catching, the role of the advertisement tower will also be great. The approach road of stone pavement gradually climbs slowly with up / down. The number of walking worshipers increases as comming to the middle bridge.They are walking from the Okunin parking lot. There are also many foreign guests, and from this point onwards it becomes the atmosphere of sightseeing spot. The town of Koyasan is rather an impression that there are more foreign tourists. The Mausoleum Bridge, which serves as a threshold for the area called the sacred place of Okunoin, came into sight.On the left there is a signboard of Nobunaga Oda. I also wanted to see it at first sight, but I stopped it today. There is a temple office in front of the bridge on the right side and there is a water shop, so clean again. When bowing and crossing the Mausoleum Bridge, it was 36 when counting the number of stone boards. Tourists are accompanied by a guide staff to explain.A cell phone rang in front of the bridge, someone started talking and stayed there for a while, but as a group of associates advanced, she finally crossed the Tomb Bridge and came into Okunoin while making a phone call . Although it is unscrupulous, there is no clerk, so it is unleashed. If someone does not observe the rules, the atmosphere of the sacred place is also ruined and it turns into a dirty sightseeing spot. It was very disappointing.
After chanting sir in the lantern hall, I asked the monk at the window about the location of the golden cane. Actually, when I achieved the pilgrimage of 88 places in Shikoku two years ago, I thought that it would be dedicating a golden stick at Okuboji at the eighteenth place. When I offered it at the depositary place “Are you going to visit Koyasan? If you do not go there, you may dedicate your stick here. If you plan to go to Mt. Koyasan, bring a cane and dedicate there. ” Therefore, I kept it until this day. However, the priest said, “You should not dedicate a golden stick here, because it is the alter ego of Kobo-Daishi, so keep it carefully and when you die, you will have a golden cane and cross the Sanzunokawa river so you can put it in a coffin please”. It was shocking that I was mistaken for the dedication of the cane, which was one of the important objectives of this trip, and I was at a loss. However, if Okinonan priests say such a thing, we must follow obediently. Even if it says “Others said this,” it is no doubt that this is the original home. There are various opinions about how to practice your pilgrimage, I do not know well which one you can believe. After that, when you get a red stamp at the temple office, “Also, the pilgrimage originally comes back to Koyasan starting with Koyasan and there are people who return to the top after starting from the beginning and achieving the eighteenth number However, it is not necessary. ” The opinions differ from people in Shikoku.
After that, we went to the back of the lantern hall, and once again we recalled sir in front of the temple of Kobo Daishi. It is a place surrounded by big cedar and sacred air, but there are many worshipers. When we were chanting sir halfway, around 20 people, who were heads of the priests of the temple came and surrounded the back and chanted the Hannya-shingyo with the loudest resonance of the priests.
Until then we had been chanting sir with a small voice in consideration of the surroundings, but their sutra tended to get into my ears and tended to be disturbed. For that reason I gave a loud voice to counter it and chanted the second half. After chanting sir, I can not take a picture, so I looked at the temple of Kobo-Daishi master for a while for me to keep the image in memory. After that, I took a tour around the basement of the lantern hall and returned to the Mausoleum bridge. Ten Juzai-sama are lining by side of the Mausoleum Bridge, and the visiting customers are all praying with water sprinkling. As it is supposed to be an ancestor’s supporters, we prayed with water from the left in order. After that, I got a red stamp at the temple office and headed for the way back to the parking lot.
Because the shrine of Kongobuji temple seemed to make it in time, I returned to the parking lot quickly. There was a sense of accomplishment that the pilgrimage was completed when returning to the parking lot, thanking the assumed Kobo-Daishi who had been sent off at one bridge, and taking off the white clothes. This is the feeling that the last one piece has been filled. Next, we will get a red stamp of Kongobuji Temple, but this is a sense of bonus.