The squirrel scratched his head cutely and said: "Xianyu, are you in a good mood again?"
"Okay..." Xianyu almost squeezed out the word "good" through his teeth. After the long final sound, he added two inaudible words: "Shit!"
The squirrel shouted happily: "Great!"
Listening to this voice, Xianyu suddenly felt the urge to cry, and thought to himself: "How can there be such a stupid fat man in this world!"
After eating, Fang Zheng looked at the sky full of universities and sat in the Buddhist hall for a whole day. He just waited for a few villagers from Yizhi Village to come over to see the situation. The villagers said that due to the heavy snow, many villages
All the roads are blocked. Even the highway leading to the county seat has been suspended after a train opened this morning. They said they would wait until the snow is cleared before driving again, for fear of an accident.
In response to this, Fang Zheng could only shake his head helplessly. This situation happened every year, and Fang Zheng had long been used to it. However, in previous years, there were not many pilgrims in Yizhi Temple anyway, so he didn't feel much. But this year,
Looking at the deserted temple, I felt a little bored.
"It's boring..." Xianyu yawned and swam around in Tianlong Pond.
The lone wolf looked at the salted fish and yawned, the squirrel also yawned, then the monkey yawned, and finally the red boy saw everyone yawning and yawned too...
For a time, the whole temple was filled with a kind of atmosphere - boring!
Fangzheng sat in the yard and counted the time, then sighed and returned to the meditation room.
Seeing Fang Zheng's sudden lack of interest and listlessness, several disciples also looked at each other, wondering what happened to Fang Zheng.
Fangzheng walked into the Zen room regardless of what was going on outside. He picked up a photo of Zen Master Yi Zhi and put it on his lap. He looked at it quietly for a long time and thought, "It's cold..."
After saying that, Fang Zheng put down the photos, rummaged through the boxes and found some paper and cotton, and then left the meditation room.
"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy asked curiously as he looked at the paper, cotton and scissors in Fang Zheng's hand.
Fangzheng raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "It's getting cold. Let's make some clothes to wear."
"Making clothes? Master, can you make clothes?" Hong Hai'er asked in surprise.
The squirrel came over and said, "Master, I've never seen you know how to make clothes before? Can you make me a set? I think I don't have as much hair this year as last year..."
"Master, haven't you always worn monk robes? Why do you need to add more clothes this year?" Lone Wolf was also curious.
The monkeys were also watching the excitement. When the salted fish outside heard the excitement inside, they also came over secretly. Seeing Fang Zheng holding so little cotton and paper, he suddenly laughed: "What kind of clothes can you make with such little paper and cotton?
Making clothes for this squirrel is enough... Or you can make me a pair of gloves or shoes for my ancestor."
Fang Zheng ignored him, but sat down, took a deep breath, and calmed down.
Seeing Fang Zheng's appearance, Xianyu, who originally wanted to make a joke, stopped talking. Several little guys stood around Fang Zheng, watching with curiosity in their eyes.
Fang Zheng used scissors to draw on the paper to outline a pattern of clothes, and then used scissors to cut out the pattern of clothes. Then he cut out several clothes of different shapes, including down jackets, long gowns, and large monk robes.
There are also two copies of cassocks and so on.
After cutting it, Fangzheng put two identical clothes together, then pinched a few grains of crystal rice and crushed them with his hands to form a paste, then smeared it on the edge of the clothes and glued them all around.
, and stuffed some cotton into the area that had not been glued yet, and used small bamboo skewers to smooth the cotton evenly. Then, Fang Zheng glued the top with paste. Finally, as if he was still uneasy, Fang Zheng used a needle and thread to
Sew around the edges.
At this point, Fang Zheng had finally finished making a small piece of clothing. He picked it up, looked at the sky, and nodded with satisfaction.
Putting down this piece of clothing, I followed the same pattern and made the other clothes. There were eighteen pieces in total, and they were placed in the basket, enough for a small basket.
The squirrel came over, measured the clothes, and muttered: "I can't wear this either. Master, you don't have another squirrel outside, right? No, no squirrel can wear it..."
Hong Hai'er looked at these clothes and said thoughtfully: "Master, who are you giving these to?"
After finishing his words, Xianyu hummed, "Can't you understand this? These are not for living people, they are for dead people!"
As soon as these words came out, Lone Wolf, Squirrel, Monkey, and Red Boy all looked at Xianyu in shock.
Xianyu curled his lips, but he felt extremely proud in his heart. Did you see that? This is the advantage of living a long time and seeing a lot of people! No matter how good these little brats are at beating, chewing, and eating, what does it matter? They are not just one
Question three: I don’t know, don’t understand anything?
So Xianyu coughed and said, "If I guess correctly, you also celebrate the Winter Clothes Festival here, right?"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was slightly startled and asked, "You guys have passed too?"
Xianyu laughed loudly and said: "Sure enough, although the two worlds are different, some things are still common. Lingshan also celebrates the Winter Clothes Festival. During the Winter Clothes Festival, the world gets cold, and the underworld is especially cold. Therefore, Lingshan will send some clothes to the underworld.
The ghosts, let them warm their bodies. But there seems to be no ghosts in your world, so why are you doing this?"
Others also looked at Fang Zheng curiously.
Fang Zheng said: "Tomorrow is the Winter Clothes Festival. The Winter Clothes Festival here is indeed different from yours. The origin of our Winter Clothes Festival is not the same as yours. The origin of our Winter Clothes Festival has nothing to do with Lingshan. It has to do with the folklore.
The legend has something to do with it.”
Hearing that Fang Zheng was about to tell a story, the little ones all became curious.
On this cold day, no one came. The mountains were covered with snow, and a lot of the usual fun was missing. Everyone was bored, but suddenly they heard a story, and naturally they all became happy.
Xianyu also sat down. Although he was like an old gangster, he loved listening to stories. But the sitting posture of this old guy was really unflattering. He was not sitting like a bell, nor was he as straight as a salted fish.
Instead, he was leaning on the chair like a puddle of mud. What did Fang Zheng think? Why did Fang Zheng feel that this posture looked familiar? He finally patted his forehead and thought: "Isn't this Ge You's paralysis? Did Ge You also learn from Xianyu? This is
Salty fish paralysis?"
However, Fang Zheng didn't have time to pursue the sitting posture issue with Xianyu, but instead talked about the Winter Clothes Festival.
Hanyi Festival, Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and Xiayuan Festival are collectively known as the four major ghost festivals in China.
However, compared to the other three festivals, the Winter Clothes Festival is a bit less famous. Many people even don’t know what the Winter Clothes Festival is and why it is called such a name. However, the older generation attaches great importance to the Winter Clothes Festival.