Yang Hua laughed loudly and ran out, and soon he went out with an oversized bag.
At this moment, Fang Zheng had already received a lot of hemp money paper and incense in his hand, and the monkey also carried two packages. He kept scratching his head along the way, and he couldn't figure it out. These things are inedible, why does the abbot want these things?
Song Ergou and others were chatting with Fang Zheng when they suddenly heard Yang Hua shout: "Give way, Master Fang Zheng, I will take care of everything you are missing on the mountain!"
Song Ergou immediately whistled and said with a smile: "Oh, the rich man Yang is here. Master Fangzheng, as the saying goes, eat the big family. This guy is now the big family among the big families. If you don't eat, you will get nothing."
Fang Zheng chuckled and said: "I think so, too, but the rules of the master are that one family cannot take more than one, so I'm afraid this big family won't be able to eat."
Yang Hua directly stuffed a bag of incense and hemp money paper to Fang Zheng and said: "It's relative whether you take more or not. In the past, my family was poor and I gave you some. Now, hehe..." At this point, Yang Hua was embarrassed.
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The surrounding villagers collectively booed, and Yang Tuhao and Yang landlords were all here. Yang Hua turned red in the face, laughed and cursed: "What, Master Fangzheng, there is still chicken soup simmering in my pot, I have to go back quickly.
.You should be busy first, ha..."
After saying that, Yang Hua ran away, and the crowd booed again: "You are indeed the landlord class. You drink chicken soup for breakfast, but you are not allowed to stew phoenix at night?"
"Ha ha……"
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Fang Zheng had long been used to the teasing made by people in the village. They were just talking nonsense and no one cared about him.
What Yang Hua brought was not only hemp money paper and incense, it was also heavy at the bottom. When he pulled it out, he found several big red apples, kiwis, bananas and other fruits.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng smiled slightly and pronounced a Buddha's name to Yang Hua's back.
At this time, Wang Yougui also came, also carrying a big bag. Seeing this, Fang Zheng quickly shook his head and said: "Amitabha, donor, no need, these are enough. Any more will be wasted..."
"Just take it if you want. Why is there all this nonsense? Let me tell you, I'm not giving this to you for free." Wang Yougui smiled and stuffed the bag into Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng basically had a bag hanging from one finger.
The monkey also has it on his hands, he just needs two more bags to hang on his neck.
Fang Zheng didn't want it either dead or alive. There were so many hemp money papers. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "One finger, dad, you got out of poverty before me. As expected, you are still happy..."
Wang Yougui said: "Master Fangzheng, you have gathered your things. If you have time tomorrow, come down the mountain. Tomorrow we will worship our ancestors, and you have to read two verses."
Fangzheng thought about it and realized that it was not difficult, so he agreed. However, in previous years, the village always invited monks from Hongyan Temple to help chant sutras. After all, Zen Master Yizhi was old and it was not easy to go up and down the mountain. This chanting
It is simple to say, if you really have to walk to every household in the village, basically from dawn to dusk, there is not much rest time in between. At the end of the day, even a strong monk has a sore back, a sore throat, and one-finger meditation.
Master, how can I bear this crime?
Agreeing to the villagers' request, Fang Zheng took the monkey back to the mountain.
On the way, the monkey finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Abbot, why are we taking so much paper back?"
"This is a human custom and a way for the living to pay homage to the deceased. People spend money to buy various items for living. People believe that after people pass away, they will go to another world.
Our ancestors also need to spend money to live in another world, and the hemp money paper we hold in our hands is the money of another world. When we burn these money, we are using it to honor them. In doing so, one is to honor our ancestors.
People's respect and filial piety are also a reflection of one's longing." Fang Zheng explained patiently.
"But, I saw a lot of people giving you that kind of beautiful paper money, why don't you want it?" The monkey was very puzzled. The money, as well as the big golden ingots, cars, clothes, etc., were obviously more valuable.
Beautiful.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, hemp money paper has been the real universal currency of the underworld, and the beautiful paper money you mentioned cannot be said to be the currency of the underworld. It should be said to be the counterfeit currency of the underworld. It is just a modern businessman.
It's just a way to make money. It only comes once a year. The money to honor the ancestors is still counterfeit money. No matter which family you exchange it for, the ancestors will not be happy. Burning that kind of money may not bring good luck, but may bring bad luck.
Of course, this is a folk saying. In the eyes of the poor monk, burning money is just a way to remember the ancestors. Sincerity is spiritual, and the ancestors can feel it, but you also need to let them see it.
, and the way to show sincerity is to pay attention to the rules."
"That's right, then why didn't you tell them?" Monkey asked puzzledly.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "They all understand, so when they actually burn it, the hemp money paper is the main thing, and those are just accessories. They can be regarded as small gifts and small toys."
The monkey looked at the incense in his hand and said, "What about this one?"
"Incense is a mobile phone used to communicate between mortals and ancestors. A little incense here will let the ancestors there know that we are coming. Therefore, this is a necessity. Otherwise, if our ancestors don't know when we offer sacrifices, wouldn't it be in vain?"
Fang Zheng explained.
The monkey scratched his head and said: "This is really complicated..."
"It is indeed complicated, but this is a rule passed down from ancient times to the present. Some people say that this is feudal superstition, but they do not know that this is not superstition, but that the ancients used a ritual method to integrate the culture of filial piety into life and into
The ritual has been passed down from generation to generation year after year.
The emphasis of this kind of sacrifice is reflected in the filial piety to the ancestors. But the real meaning is for the living descendants. As the saying goes, the kind of children are like the parents. Children look at their parents.
Being filial will naturally lead to filial piety, which is also a way of education. Of course, just being filial to the ancestors is not enough. Being filial to the living parents and elders is more effective." What Fang Zheng said was what Zen Master Yizhi told him back then.
It’s just that Fang Zheng has never figured it out. Zen Master Yizhi is obviously a monk, but he does not seem to respect the way of ghosts and gods, but connects many things to life culture.
In the past, Fang Zheng had little knowledge and simple ideas, so he naturally didn't think too much about it. But now, he couldn't help but think about Zen Master Yizhi's past. Was he really just an ordinary mountain monk? What was his past like?
of?
However, no one was destined to be able to answer these questions for him.
"If you have the chance, you should check it out." Fang Zheng muttered in his mind.
He took the monkey back to the mountain, put down the things he brought back today, and gave the three little guys a strict warning not to steal the fruit to eat. This is tomorrow's tribute. If you want to eat it, you can eat it tomorrow. The three little guys nodded repeatedly to express their understanding.
, Fangzheng felt relieved and went to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras.