Chapter 803 Arguing and Fishing, Going Down the Mountain [Down]
Fang Zheng saw that Xianyu still had questions, and said calmly: "October 1st is different because of different regions. This day is not only the Winter Clothes Festival, but also in the south, this day is still the time of harvest and everyone celebrates.
A good harvest. At the same time, this day is also the annual cold wave. After the weather gets cold, people need to eat some seasonal things to warm their bodies. This is how food is suitable for festivals! Is this a way to maintain health and survive? Is this wrong?
What?"
Xianyu clicked his tongue and said, "It seems...well, it's a bit interesting."
Fang Zheng continued: "In fact, since ancient times, China has a vast land and rich resources, and people are hardworking and simple. As long as there is no war, almost every family has a surplus of food. For example, now, every family is rich, and some may be poor, but many people have reached the point where they can buy whatever they want.
, I’ve walked around the market three times and don’t know what to eat. Are you still greedy and want to eat something suitable for the festival?”
Xianyu said nothing.
Fang Zheng said: "Therefore, this festival food has developed so far that it is no longer just a kind of food or a requirement for the organs. It has become a culture! Just like eating rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival and eating them on August 15th.
Mooncakes are like eating Yuanxiao on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On this day, eating something like this subtly tells you that it is a festival! At the same time, it tells you what festival this day is. Eat the festival things and think about the festival things.
, live happily and remember your ancestors. During the Winter Clothes Festival, burn the clothes for your ancestors. The ancestors may not be able to receive them, but this is also a way to respect the deceased and warn the living. It is a way of cultural inheritance and filial piety.
The way of inheritance! When children see their parents being filial to their ancestors, they will have a sense of awe in their hearts, and they will be more eager to imitate them. They will be passed down from generation to generation subtly. This is the inheritance of filial piety during festivals.
Food for festivals may not necessarily be the most delicious, but when eaten at that time, what you eat is a 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
Only superficial and ignorant people regard seasonal food as consumer goods, something to satisfy their appetites.”
Speaking of this, Xianyu's head was almost waxed to his tail, his old face was red, and he didn't know what to say.
When Fang Zheng said this, he also knew that he had said enough. He knocked on the salted fish and said: "You come 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 living beings. This does not mean equality of supernatural powers or equality of money, but equality of kindness. People who are kind to Buddha will become Buddhas when their hearts are filled with hearts! You have become a Buddha. You have thousands of money and your supernatural powers are vast.
, isn’t it treated as a first-class treatment?”
Hearing this, Xianyu suddenly stood up, his fins were like human hands, he put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, this poor monk has been taught."
Fang Zheng also stood up and returned the salute: "Amitabha."
Having said all that needed to be said, Fangzheng looked at how late it was and called out to Red Boy to go down the mountain to buy things he needed for tomorrow's Winter Clothes Festival.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, it was still dark.
Fang Zheng has already led his disciples to the grave of Zen Master Yizhi. He respectfully offered incense and passed by one by one. With the Qingming Festival and the Ghost Festival sacrifices coming first, the lone wolf, squirrel and monkey of Yizhi Temple
, Hong Hai'er already knows the details of the worship. There is no need for Fang Zheng to go into details, each one is done very well.
Xianyu stood on the side and didn't know whether he should go up and worship with him. After all, he wasn't from Yizhi Temple yet... As a result, he seemed a little embarrassed standing on the side. So, Xianyu
Yu 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 enter his sight, and thought to himself: "Is this to mock me?"
"Go and burn incense sticks." To Xianyu's surprise, Fang Zheng took out three sticks of incense and handed them to Xianyu, saying gently.
Xianyu was stunned and asked, "Can I also offer incense?"
"Go." Fang Zheng said.
Xianyu's eyes lit up and his heart felt warm. After all, he was not completely excluded from the temple. He was so touched! Xianyu stopped talking nonsense, took the incense and went to put it on. Then he stood there and muttered: "Oh,
Little brother, I heard that you passed away before you lived to be a hundred years old. How pitiful you are. Look at me, I have already survived..."
Fang Zheng saw that Xianyu had been talking for several minutes without stopping. Looking at his attitude, he was going to talk until dawn!
In ancient times, the Hanyi Festival sacrifices were different from other festivals. On this day, sacrifices were held before dawn. It was better to worship ancestors sooner rather than later. Later, there was a change, and sacrifices were held at noon. Because this day is originally a ghost festival, with Yin Qi
Heavy, choose noon when Yang Qi is strongest to suppress Yin Qi, which is better for people, especially those with weak bones, they will choose noon. If there is no time at noon, then you can only choose morning. Choosing afternoon is a last resort.
A choice under different circumstances. However, Fang Zheng and Zen Master Yizhi have always chosen to worship their ancestors before dawn, so they are used to it.
"Boom!" Before Xianyu could finish rambling, Fang Zheng knocked him on the forehead. Xianyu said angrily: "What are you doing?"
"I'm asking you to offer incense. I'm not asking you to chat about family matters and rank. Once you've finished speaking, get out of the way." Fang Zheng said.
Xianyu grunted twice and stepped aside.
Fangzheng lit a fire, took out his clothes, and asked Yizhi Zen Master to collect the clothes and collect the money, while burning them one by one, and then burned some paper money...
When everything was over and it was almost dawn, the monkeys were called, and the two of them went to ring the bells and drums to welcome the arrival of a new day.
The sun jumped out of the horizon, and Fang Zheng started to get busy. Yesterday, he bought some noodles. He kneaded the dough in the kitchen, rolled it out flat, then folded it and cut it into thin strips with a knife. This is the hand-made noodles commonly eaten by farmers in Northeast China.
.Open the pot, add water, bring to a boil, sprinkle some bamboo shoots, add some oil and salt, and then add noodles.
When the noodles enter the water, they are like little silver dragons, driving bubbles and auspicious clouds up and down in the pot.
The squirrel beside him swallowed his saliva, stared into the pot, and asked, "Master, is this the food for the Winter Clothes Festival?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Yes, different places eat different foods during the Winter Clothes Festival. Here we eat a lot of noodles, and this is the only thing our temple has at the moment."
The squirrel didn't dislike it. He had been to the temple for so long and had eaten dumplings and steamed buns before, but this was the first time he ate noodles.
When the noodles were cooked, Fang Zheng took them out. Each person had a big bowl, but he didn't let everyone take it. Then Fang Zheng took out a handful of green vegetables and sprinkled them into the pot. When the water was boiled, the green vegetables were instantly blanched and tender green, and then they were fished out.
Come out and put it into a bowl. Finally, Fang Hongzhi poured a spoonful of soy sauce on each person, and a bowl of clear soup noodles was ready.
Squirrel looked at the big bowl in front of him and felt that the things in this bowl were particularly beautiful. White noodles with green vegetables and unmixed soy sauce, the picture was so beautiful. He looked up at Fang Zheng and asked
He said: "Master, can I eat it?"
When I looked up, I found that Fang Zheng was already holding the bowl and eating!
The squirrel was no longer polite, picked up his special small bowl, jumped off the stove happily, and ran to the table to eat.
The cold wind is biting, but eating a bowl of hot noodle soup seems to keep out all the cold air. For a while, this cold winter is no longer cold. The only thing wrong is that the backyard of this temple is not cold at all.
It was the sound of sucking noodles and drinking soup that broke the tranquility and style of the temple...
After breakfast, Fang Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked down the mountain. The villagers at the foot of the mountain also got up one after another. They did not choose to worship their ancestors before dawn, but chose to worship their ancestors at noon, so they usually did not get up so early. Listen
With the crowing of roosters and the sound of people, Fang Zheng touched his chin and muttered: "It's time to go out for a walk."
After saying that, Fang Zheng returned to Yizhi Temple, called all his disciples, and told them about going out.
Red Boy was about to raise his hand when he heard a loud shout: "I'm going!"
I saw Xianyu jump on the table and yelled. Although Xianyu lived a long time, even on Lingshan Mountain, he just soaked in the pool of Lingshan Mountain and never walked out. He finally came out.
When I heard that I could walk down the mountain, my eyes suddenly started to shine! It was as if a guy who had been in prison for ten thousand years was about to live free. His eyes swept across everyone, and he had a kind of look, who dares to snatch me away?
Fight him desperately!
Others were afraid of him, but Red Boy was not afraid of him. He hummed and said, "I want to go again!"
When Xianyu saw it was Hong Hai'er, he immediately felt a little wilted. He wondered, since he was sent here, why would he have such a fierce guy here? He said sadly in his heart: "If the fish is here, where can it come from?"
bad boy!"
Now that his hardness was gone, Xianyu rushed over, hugged Honghai'er's thigh, and yelled: "Jingxin, please don't argue with me this time, you don't know how hard I am."
I don’t know how many years have passed since I left that palm-sized fish pond, and finally I was able to get out. Please let me go out and have a look, wu wu wu...” I burst into tears after saying this, and I felt pity for him.
Seeing this, the squirrel wiped his tears and pulled the lone wolf's ears to wipe his nose.
The lone wolf slapped him to the ground, kicked off his hind legs, and buried the squirrel in the snow.
Hong Hai'er looked at Xianyu like that. This time it didn't look like an act. It was at least 70% true. Seeing this, he frowned and said, "It depends on the master."
Xianyu was about to rush towards Fang Zheng immediately. Fang Zheng glanced at the snot and tears all over Hong Boy's body and shouted quickly: "Don't come over here!"
Xianyu stopped in place for an instant, looking at Fang Zheng pitifully, aggrieved but still a little firm, as if if you don't let me go, I'll rub all over you! And spit all over you!
Fang Zheng also saw that this salted fish was really suffocated, and he felt soft and said: "In that case, let's take the salted fish down the mountain this time."
As soon as he said this, Hong Boy spread his hands, but Xianyu jumped up happily, and like magic, there was a crutch in his hand, and the crutch made him do tricks: "Haha, great
!”
Fang Zheng raised his hand and slapped him, telling him to calm down, and then said seriously: "I can take you down the mountain, but the poor monk has a request."
"What's your request? Just take me down the mountain, not just one, but ten!" Xianyu shouted excitedly.