Chapter 804 Debating the Way and the Fish, Down the Mountain [Part 2]

Seeing that Xianyu still had doubts, Fangzheng said calmly: "October 1st is a different festival because of different regions. This day is not just the cold clothes festival. In the south, this day is still a time for harvesting fiefdoms. Everyone celebrates A bumper harvest. At the same time, this day is also the annual cold wave. After the weather cools down, people need to eat some seasonal food to warm their bodies. Only then can there be food for the festival! This is the way of health preservation, the way of survival? This is wrong Is it?"

Salted Fish clicked his mouth and said, "It seems... well, it's interesting."

Fangzheng continued: "Actually, since ancient times, China has a vast land and abundant resources, and people are hardworking and simple. As long as there is no war, almost every family has surplus food. For example, now, every family is rich, and some people may be poor, but many people have reached the point where they want to eat and buy what they want." , to the point where I don’t know what to eat when I go around the market three times. Are you still greedy to eat something for the festival?”

Xianyu didn't say a word.

Fangzheng said: "So, the food for this festival has developed to the present. It is not just a kind of food, a kind of visceral needs. It has become a kind of culture! Just like eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival, eating rice dumplings on August 15th Moon cakes are like eating Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On this day, I will eat this kind of food, and tell you subtly that it is a festival! At the same time, I will tell you what kind of festival is this day, eat something that corresponds to the festival, and think about something that wears a watch during the festival , live happily, and think about the ancestors. On the Cold Clothes Festival, burn the clothes for the ancestors. The ancestors may not receive them, but this is also a means of respecting the dead and alerting the living. This is a way of cultural inheritance, filial piety The way of inheritance! When children see their parents filial piety to their ancestors, they will feel awe in their hearts, and they will imitate them even more. It will be subtly influenced and passed on from generation to generation. This is the inheritance of filial piety in festivals.

The food during the festival may not be the best, but what you eat at that time is the festival, what you eat is the atmosphere of the festival, what you eat is an ancient culture passed down from generation to generation, and what you eat is the joy of people getting together because of the festival! Only superficial and ignorant people will regard festive food as consumer goods, something to satisfy appetite. "

Speaking of this, Xianyu's head was almost waxed to the tail, and he felt his old face was flushed, and he didn't know what to say.

When Fangzheng said this, he knew that what he said was almost the same. He tapped the salted fish and said: "You are from Lingshan, you are a god, and here are all mortals. You have a feeling of arrogance and superiority in your heart. But you should have heard Buddhism naturally understands the meaning of equality of all beings. This does not mean the equality of supernatural powers, nor the equality of money, but the equality of kindness. People who are kind to Buddha will become Buddhas when their hearts are good! If you become a Buddha, you have thousands of money and great supernatural powers. , don’t you treat them as equals?”

Hearing this, Xianyu suddenly got up, his fins were like human hands, he clasped his palms together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has been taught."

Fangzheng also got up and returned the salute: "Amitabha."

All that needs to be said has been said, Fangzheng saw that it was getting late, and greeted the red boy to go down the mountain to buy things needed for tomorrow's cold clothes festival.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, it was dark.

Fangzheng had already brought his disciples to the grave of Zen master Yizhi, offering incense respectfully, passing by one by one. With the sacrifices of Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival first, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red boy in Yizhi Temple already know the details of the worship. There is no need for Fangzheng to go into details, each one is done very well.

Xianyu stood on the side, not knowing whether he should go up to worship or not. After all, he is not a member of One Finger Temple... In this way, it would be awkward for him to stand on the sidelines. So, Xianyu simply looked up at the sky, as if all this had nothing to do with him, to cover up his embarrassment.

At this moment, Xianyu saw a bald head entering his line of sight, and thought, "Is this to mock me?"

"Go burn the incense sticks." To Xianyu's surprise, Fang Zheng took out three sticks of incense and handed them to Xianyu, saying gently.

Xianyu was taken aback, and asked, "Can I offer incense too?"

"Go." Fang Zheng said.

Xianyu's eyes lit up, and his heart warmed up. After all, he was not completely excluded from the monastery, so touched! Xianyu didn't talk nonsense, took the incense and went to it, then stood there and muttered: "Oh, little brother, I heard that you left before you lived to be a hundred years old, it's so pitiful. Look at it I, I'm alive..."

Fangzheng saw that Xianyu hadn't stopped after talking for several minutes. Judging by his posture, he was going to chat until dawn!

In ancient times, the Winter Clothes Festival sacrifice was different from other festivals. This day was sacrificed at dawn. It is better to worship the ancestors sooner rather than later, and later there is a change, that is, sacrifice at noon. Because this day is the ghost festival, with heavy yin energy, choose noon when the yang energy is the most prosperous to suppress the yin energy, which is better for people, especially those with weak bones, will choose noon. If you don't have time at noon, you can only choose the morning. If you choose the afternoon, it is a choice when you have to. But Fangzheng and Zen Master Yizhi have always chosen to worship their ancestors before dawn, so they got used to it.

"Boom!" Before Xianyu finished his chatter, Fangzheng knocked him on the forehead. Xianyu said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I'm asking you to be incensed. I don't want you to talk about family affairs and rank seniority. When you're done talking, get out of the way." Fangzheng said.

Xianyu grunted twice and stepped aside.

Fangzheng lit the fire, took out his clothes, and asked Yizhi Zen Master to collect the clothes and money, and burned them one by one, and then burned some paper money...

When everything is over and the sky is about to dawn, call the monkeys, and the two go to ring the bell and drum to welcome the arrival of a new day.

The sun jumps out of the horizon, and Fang Zheng is also busy. He bought some noodles yesterday, kneaded the dough in the back kitchen, flattened it, folded it, and cut it into thin strips with a knife. This is the hand-rolled noodles commonly eaten by Northeast farmers. . Open the pot, add water, boil it, sprinkle some bamboo shoots, put some oil and salt, and then add noodles.

When the noodles entered the water, like little silver dragons, they tossed up and down in the pot riding the auspicious clouds of air bubbles.

The squirrel on the side swallowed, stared at the pot, and asked, "Master, is this the food for the Cold Clothes Festival?"

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Yes, different places have different food during the Cold Clothes Festival. Here, we eat a lot of noodles, and this is the only one in our monastery."

The squirrel didn't dislike it. After coming to the monastery for so long, he had eaten dumplings and steamed buns, but this was the first time he ate noodles.

When the noodles were cooked, Fangzheng fished them out and gave each person a large bowl, but he didn't let everyone take them with their hands. Then Fangzheng took out a handful of vegetables and sprinkled them into the pot. When the water was scalded, the vegetables were instantly scalded and tender green. Then they were taken out and put into a bowl. In the end, Fang Hongzhi poured a spoonful of soy sauce on each person, and a bowl of clear soup noodles came out of the oven.

The squirrel looked at the big bowl in front of him, and felt that the contents in this bowl were extraordinarily beautiful. The white noodles, green vegetables, and soy sauce that hadn't been mixed together, the picture was very beautiful. Looking up at Fangzheng, he asked, "Master, can I eat it?"

As a result, when he looked up, he found that Fangzheng was already holding a bowl, and he was ready to eat!

No matter how impolite the squirrel was, he picked up his exclusive small bowl, happily jumped off the stove, and ran to the table to eat.

The cold wind is biting, but eating a bowl of hot noodle soup seems to block all the cold outside. For a while, this cold winter is not cold anymore. The only thing wrong is that the backyard of this finger temple is full of sucking, sucking sounds of noodles and soup, breaking the tranquility and style of the temple...

After breakfast, Fangzheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked down the mountain, and the villagers at the bottom of the mountain also got up one after another. They don't choose to worship their ancestors before dawn, but choose to worship their ancestors at noon, so they usually don't get up so early. Hearing the rooster crowing and human voices, Fangzheng stroked his chin and muttered, "It's time to go for a walk."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng returned to One Finger Temple, called all his apprentices, and told him about going out.

Just as Hong Haier was about to raise his hand, he heard a loud shout: "I'll go!"

I saw the salted fish jumping onto the table and yelling. Although Xianyu lived a long time, even if he was on Lingshan, he was just soaking in the pool of Lingshan and never went out. I finally got out, and when I heard that I could go down the mountain for a walk, my eyes started to light up! It was as if a guy who had been in a prison for ten thousand years was about to live free. That look, sweeping across everyone, was like, whoever dares to rob me, I will fight him desperately!

Others are afraid of him, but Hong Haier is not afraid of him, so he snorted and said, "I'm still going!"

Seeing that he was a red boy, Xianyu shrank a little, and he wondered, since he was sent here, why did he have such a fierce guy here! He said sadly in his heart: "Since the fish is here, why are the brats here!"

Now that it was too hard, Xianyu rushed over, hugged Honghaier's thigh, and yelled: "Jingxin, don't fight with me this time, you don't know how hard I am. Live I don’t know how many years, I have left that palm-sized fish pond, and finally I can go out, so you let me go out and have a look, woo woo woo..." After speaking, I burst into tears, and I felt pity.

Seeing this, the squirrel wiped away its tears and pulled the lone wolf's ear to wipe its snot.

The lone wolf slapped him on the ground, kicked his hind legs, and buried the squirrel in the snow.

The way Honghai looked at the salted fish, this time it was not like acting, at least 70% to 80% was real. Seeing this, he frowned and said, "It depends on the master."

Xianyu was about to rush towards Fangzheng immediately. Fangzheng glanced at the snot and tears all over Honghaier's body, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't come here!"

Xianyu stopped in place for an instant, looking at Fangzheng pitifully, with a bit of firmness in the grievance, as if to say, if you don't let me go, I will rub you all over! And spit out your old phlegm!

Fangzheng also saw that the salted fish was really suffocated, and said softly, "In that case, let's take the salted fish down the mountain this time."

As soon as the words came out, the red boy spread out his hands, but the salted fish jumped up happily, as if by magic, there was an extra crutch in his hand, and the crutch made him play tricks: "Haha, that's great !"

Fangzheng raised his hand and gave him a slap, telling him to calm down, and then said seriously: "I can take you down the mountain, but the poor monk has a request."

"What request? Just take me down the mountain, not to mention one, ten will do!" Xianyu exclaimed excitedly.