The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

The squirrel dumbfounded and scratched his head, "Salty fish, are you in a good mood?"

"Okay ..." The salted fish was almost a good word squeezed from the gap between the teeth. After the long epilogue, two more obscure words were added: "A fart!"

The squirrel shouted happily: "Great!"

Listening to this voice, the salty fish suddenly felt an urge to cry, and said, "How can there be such a stupid fat man in this world!"

After eating, Fang Zheng looked at the sky-high university and sat in the Buddhist temple for a day, so he waited for a few villagers from Yizhi Village to come and see the situation. I heard villagers say that because of heavy snow, the roads in many villages were blocked. Even the highway leading to the county seat was stopped after a bus this morning. He said he had to wait until the snow was cleared before driving, fearing an accident.

In this regard, Founder can only shake his head helplessly, this situation every year, Founder has long been used to. But in previous years, Yizhi Temple didn't have many pilgrims anyway, so he didn't feel much. But this year, looking at the deserted temples, I was a little bored.

"Boring ..." The salted fish yawned, swimming in Tianlong Pond.

The lone wolf looked at the salty fish, followed by a yawn. The squirrel saw this and yawned, and then the monkey followed.

For a while, the whole temple was filled with a breath-boring!

Founder counted his time in the yard, then sighed and returned to the Zen room.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was suddenly fainted and listless, several disciples looked at each other and wondered what happened to Fang Zheng.

Regardless of the outside, Founder walked into the zen room, picked up a picture of the Zen master and put it on his lap, and looked at it quietly. For a long time, did you say: "It's cold ..."

After speaking, Founder put down the photo, turned the box and found some paper and cotton, and then came out of the Zen room.

"Master, what are you trying to do?" Red Baby asked curiously at Fang Zheng's paper and cotton and scissors.

Fang Zheng looked up at Tiandao: "It's cold, make clothes."

"Make clothes? Master, would you make clothes?" Hong Ba asked in surprise.

The squirrel came together and said, "Master, I haven't seen you before making clothes? Can you make me a set? I don't think I have as much hair this year as last year ..."

"Master, haven't you always wore a monk's clothes? Why are you adding clothes this year?" The lone wolf was also curious.

The monkey was also watching the liveliness. When the salty fish outside heard such a liveliness, they sneaked together and looked at Fang Zheng holding so little cotton and paper, and immediately smiled: "What clothes can you use with this kind of paper and cotton? It's almost like making clothes for this squirrel ... or I can make gloves or shoes for my ancestor. "

Fang Zheng ignored him, but sat down, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Looking at Fang Zheng's appearance, the salted fish who wanted to laugh at two sentences also stopped talking, and a few little guys stood around Fang Zheng and looked at it, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Founder used a pair of scissors to draw on the paper, sketching a figure of clothes, and then cut out the figure of clothes with scissors. Then cut out several clothes of different looks, including down jackets, gowns, large monk clothes, and what to do in duplicate.

After cutting it, Founder put together two identical clothes, and then squeezed a few crystal rice grains, rolled it with his hands to make a ball of paste, and then applied it to the edges of the clothes. , Along the unsticky place above, stuffed some cotton into it, and evenly spread the cotton with a small bamboo stick. Next, the founder glued the top with paste. In the end, the Founder was still not assured and sewed a circle around with needle and thread.

At this point, Founder had finished a small dress, picked it up and looked at the sky, and nodded quite satisfied.

Put down this dress, draw the scoop according to the gourd, and make other clothes, a total of eighteen pieces, and put a small basket in the basket.

The squirrel leaned over, compared the clothes, and muttered, "I can't even wear this, Master, wouldn't you have another squirrel out there? No, no squirrel can wear it ..."

The red baby looked at these clothes and thoughtfully said, "Master, who are you giving to?"

The words faded, and the salty fish hummed, "Can't you understand? It's not for the living, it's for the dead!"

As soon as this word came out, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red baby collectively looked at the salted fish in astonishment.

The salted fish swipes its mouth, but it is especially proud in its heart. Do you see it? This is the benefit of living long and seeing widely! What if these little farts can beat, eat, and eat again? Have n’t you just asked me three questions and do n’t know anything?

So the salted fish coughed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, will you also have a cold clothing festival here?"

When Founder heard it, he slightly hesitated, and asked, "Did you guys too?"

The salted fish laughed and laughed: "Sure enough, although the two worlds are different, some things are still figured out. Lingshan also has the cold clothing festival. When the cold clothing festival gets cold, the earth is especially cold. So Lingshan will send some clothes to the earth The ghosts, let them warm their bodies. But in this world, there don't seem to be ghosts, what are you doing? "

Others looked at Fang Zheng with curiosity.

Founder said: "Tomorrow is the winter clothing festival. The winter clothing festival here is really different from yours. Our winter clothing festival is not the same as yours. The origin of our winter clothing festival has nothing to do with Lingshan. The myth is a bit related. "

When the Founder was about to tell a story, the little ones were all curious.

This cold day, no one came, the mountains were covered with snow, so much less usual fun. One by one is bored. Suddenly the story is heard again, naturally one by one.

The salted fish also sat down. Although he is like an old hooligan, he likes to listen to stories the most. It's just that this old guy's sitting posture is really dare not to be complimented, not sitting like a bell, or standing upright like frozen fish, but leaning on a chair like a muddy beach. What did Fang Zheng think, how did he feel familiar with this posture, and finally patted his head, saying: "Isn't this Ge You paralyzed? Did Ge You also learn from salted fish? Is this salted fish paralyzed?"

However, Founder had no time to investigate this sitting position with salted fish, but talked about the cold clothing festival.

The Hanyi Festival, the Qingming Festival, the Mid-Yuan Festival, and the Xia Yuan Festival are collectively referred to as the four major ghost festivals in China.

However, compared to the other three festivals, the cold clothing festival seems a little less famous, and even many people don't know what the cold clothing festival is and why it is called such a name. However, the older generation attaches great importance to the cold clothing festival, because this day has a different meaning.