Shōfuku-ji (正福寺?, lit. Temple of the Correct Luck) is a Rinzai Zen Buddhist temple in Higashimurayama, Tokyo, Japan. Its early 15th century Jizō hall is a registered National Treasure of Japan. It is considered to be the oldest intact building in Tokyo Prefecture and a unique example of Kamakura architecture.
Shofuku-ji was founded in year 1270. The temple records state that the Jizō hall was built in 1278 under the sponsorship of Kamakura Regent Hōjō Tokiyori. Tradition holds that the Regent fell ill while on hunting expedition and was nursed back to health back by a resident priest. In gratitude, Tokiyori commissioned builders from Kamakura to build the Jizō hall.
There is some question as to the accuracy of this story given that Tokiyori died in year 1263. Nonetheless, official patronage from Kamakura was key in the temple construction. It is worth noting that the temple may have been founded and constructed during the ministry of Tokiyori's son, Hōjō Tokimune under whose authority Japan successfully defended itself against Mongol Invasions.
Shōfuku-ji is the name of more than one Buddhist temple in Japan.
Other Japanese temples named "Shōfuku-ji" include:
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released us from the physical plane of the
human race. Closing the lines. Pave the
way, to destroy the light of their day.
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grind, waiting for the planets to align. Take
back what belongs to the dominant being.
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solid shadow. Conquer the earth, and bleed
the carbon masses in solar shadows.
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over skin. On a chilled horizon, rides the
destiny of our poor and foolish kind.
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all known from above this lightless world. The
humans sleep, while violently commanding
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unclear, crash on seas. Drawing night.
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solid shadow. Conquer the earth, and bleed
the carbon masses in solar shadows.
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resides inside of us all. There's something
evil pulsing to life that has been repressed by
civil tides. Open the barrier lines. A race
suppressed by their repeal. The ancient tribe
still groans. Emotion receding as the beast
grows. We boast the dark, unholy, presence