James Baquet

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    MY Indian friend Mr. Deep and I booked an extremely expensive taxi to take us up to Fangguang Temple on Tiantai Mountain. When we arrived, I was embarrassed to run into a young man we had met the day before at Guoqing Temple; he had reached Fangguang by local bus for 12 yuan!

    Shaking off the feeling of stupidity, we started down the trail from the touristy area to the temple. Apparently there had once been an Upper Fangguang Temple; it now seems to be “lost.” The temple’s name means something like “wide directions,” perhaps indicating “spacious” — which it is not. Both the Middle and Lower Temples are squeezed in by the surrounding mountain.

    Middle Temple is gloriously surrounded by waterfalls. One of these, the Shiliang Flying Waterfall, is a wonderful “rooster tail.” Even more impressive is the stone bridge that stretches seven meters across, and sits a mere two meters above it. The stone has been undercut to form an impressive arch. It is said that monks used to walk across it in meditation; only 10 inches wide at its narrowest point, it is, sadly but understandably, closed to tourists.

    The Middle Temple sits jumbled over the rocks at the top of the waterfall; one room leading unpredictably to another. A trail leads down to the Lower Temple, which covers enough land to conform to the more typical temple layout.