
- By Grandmaster Sheng Yen Lu
- Translation: Yuan Zheng Tang Translation
Committee
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Chapter 21 - The Mist At Genting Highlands
We went up to Genting Highlands on December 27, 1992 at 6.00 p.m.
by bus.
Genting Highlands, a casino and a place of interest, is not only
vigorous but also energetic. The weather is cool and the view spectacular.
As a non-gambler, I did not bring a big stake there. Moreover I
could not guarantee that I would win.
In fact, I always advise people not to gamble. Why? No matter how
much you eat, you drink, you play, you enjoy, there is a limit to
the expenditure incurred. But it is not so if you indulge in gambling,
there is no limit to the loss.
Few people can be saved from this vice. A compulsive gambler is
willing to die for the cause, knowing that it is a fire pit, and
be prepared to jump into it, as if the death will be a comfortable
one.
The entrance of the casino as designed by a noted geomancy master,
is of the shape of an eagle claws. On passing through the roof,
the eagle can snatch your wealth away. And the loot will be given
to the casino owner. His fortune is derived from the customers'
misfortune.
It is said the main entrance is guarded by many child ghosts, who
can suck away your gambling luck. Without such luck, the gamblers
will surely lose.
The casino is located on the first floor, so if you take escalator
up, you are warned not to touch the handrails as your good hands
will be taken away by the child ghosts .
As gamblers believe in "luck and good hands", these are
taboos for them.
As far as I am concerned, the ending will always be the same. You
will be ripped off and become a loser, whether your luck is good
or not, you are kind or unkind, courageous or otherwise. There is
no difference for a saint and a commoner, a hero and a coward.
The casino owner will always be the winner, that is why the casino
is doing a thriving business.
The road leading to Genting Highland is winding and built around
the hills. Seen backward, the road looks like a river with nine
turns, the sight is spectacular.
As the road is very narrow and the ascendence can be quite steep
at times, the vehicle takes a heavy beating.
Winding rivers, steep cliff and boundless greenery appear from
both sides of the road from time to time.
As we climbed higher, the greenery became more gaudy. More and
more primitive trees met our eyes. The air was even more soothing;
we really enjoyed our breathing. The landscape was really "
edible".
As we continued our journey, we passed through layers of clouds.
No wonder, the place is known as Genting ( On top of the cloud in
Mandarin).
Touring a stupa and a temple on our way to the peak, we saw only
mist on reaching our destination, instead of the casino and the
lake. The mist was so thick that we could not even see the nearby
lake. In fact we saw nothing at all.
I presumed the lake must be as sparkling as a pearl. And the water
in it deep blue and transparent. The fresh air and colourful flower
beds made the place ostentatious. At night, the neon lights will
brighten the garden, and the willow will dance gracefully and there
will be many tourists around.
The building is very modern. Apart from hotel rooms, it has restaurants,
amusement park, casino, health club...
The scenery must be eye-catching.
What a pity we could not see the big and grand garden with its
pavilions, since the thick mist was accompanied by strong winds
and occasional showers.
No green green grass of land,
No boundless lake that is full of water.
Genting Highlands is well-known though we did not come to gamble.
Dressed in Lama costumes and incense pouches around our necks,
we came to see the beautiful scenery, to breathe the fresh air.
To our disappointment, we saw only the mist.
I contend, "Mist is after all a good thing. It is simple and
yet typical. It is light and full of simplicity and dignity."
"Enjoying the care-free mist is like comprehending the misted
heart in a bewildering world leisurely."
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