The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Yang Hua ran out with a laugh, and soon went out with an oversized bag.

At this moment, the Founder had received a lot of numbness paper and incense, and the monkey had carried two bags. He kept scratching his head along the way, and he couldn't figure it out. These things couldn't be eaten. What did the abbot want this thing?

Song Ergou and others were chatting blindly with Founder, and suddenly heard Yang Hua shouting, "All let Jean, Master Founder, I've covered what you lack in the mountains!"

Song Ergou immediately blew a whistle and laughed: "Ah, Yang Datu is here, Master Founder, is the so-called big family. This guy is now a big family among the big families. Do n’t eat anything for nothing."

Fang Zhengqi smiled and said, "The poor monk also thinks, but the rules of the teacher, the family can not take more, this big family is afraid that they can not eat."

Yang Hua directly stuffed a bag of incense and linen paper into Founder's Road: "It ’s relative to take more or less. I used to give you something from the poor at home. Now, hey ..." Speaking here, Yang Hua was embarrassed. Already.

The villagers around the group cheated collectively. Whatever Yang Tuhao and Yang Landlord came, Yang Hua's face flushed, and he smiled and cursed: "Well, Master Founder, I still have chicken soup in my pot. I have to go back quickly. ... you're busy first, ha ... "

After talking about Yang Hua, he ran away and ran away again, and they all coaxed again: "It really is the landlord class. Drink chicken soup for breakfast. Don't stew the Phoenix at night?"

"Haha ..."

...

Fang Zheng was used to the ridicule of the people in the village.

Yang Hua sent not only numbness paper and incense, but the heavy ones underneath it turned out to be a few red apples, kiwis, bananas and other fruits.

When Founder saw this, he smiled slightly and announced a Buddha's name in front of Yang Hua's back.

At this time, Wang Yougui also came, carrying a big bag as well, and when he saw this, he quickly shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the donor is not in use. All this is enough. It will be wasted if more ..."

"Hold it up when you hold it, so there's so much nonsense. Tell you, I didn't give it to you for nothing." Wang Yougui laughed and stuffed the bag into Founder, who was basically hanging a finger in a pocket, The monkey also had it on his hands, so he sent him two more bags around his neck.

Others sent it, Fang was dead or alive. With so many dime papers, Founder smiled bitterly in his heart: "One finger father, this is my first step out of poverty. Sure enough, you are still happy ..."

Wang Yougui said: "Mr. Founder, you've got the things. What, tomorrow, if you have time, come down to the mountain. Tomorrow everyone sacrifices, you have to read two verses."

The Founder thought about it, and it was not difficult, so he agreed. However, in previous years, the monks in the village invited the monks from Hongyan Temple to come to help recite the scriptures. After all, one-finger Zen master is old and it is not easy to go up and down the mountain. This chanting is simple. It really requires every household in the whole village to arrive, basically from daylight to dark, and there is not much rest time in the middle. One day, even a strong monk was suffering from backache, sore throat, and a dumb throat. He couldn't bear the sin with a finger.

In response to the villagers' request, Founder took the monkey back to the mountain.

On the way, the monkey finally couldn't help but asked, "Abbot, what are we going to do with so much paper?"

"This is a custom of human beings, and a way of sacrifices for those who die. It is a living that people spend money to buy various things to live in. People believe that after leaving the world, people will go to another world. The ancestors in the other world also need to spend money to live, and the dice paper we are carrying is the money of another world. We burn this money in the past and it is equivalent to honor them. People's respect and filial piety are also based on their own feelings of miss. "Fang Zheng explained patiently.

"However, I see that many people give you the beautiful paper money. Why don't you?" The monkey was wondering. The money and money, as well as the golden ingots, cars, clothes, etc., were obviously more Beautiful.

Founder smiled slightly and shook his head: "Since ancient times, numbing paper has been the real universal currency of the underworld, and the beautiful paper money you said cannot be said to be the currency of the underworld. It should be said to be a counterfeit currency of the underworld. It ’s just a way to collect money. It ’s only once a year. Honoring the ancestor ’s money is still counterfeit money. The ancestors who change it 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 only a means of remembering his ancestors, and sincerity is spiritual, and ancestors can feel it, but you must also let him see it. , And the way to show sincerity is to be disciplined. "

"So, why don't you tell them?" The monkey asked puzzledly.

Founder shook his head and said, "They all understand, so when they really go to burn, numb paper is the main thing, those are just incidental items. They are small gifts, small toys."

The monkey looked at the incense in his hand again, "What about this?"

"Xiang is a mobile phone used for communication between mortals and ancestors. A little scent here, the ancestors over there knew that we were here. So, this is a necessity, otherwise our ancestors do n’t know, isn't it hard work?" Founder 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 I do n’t know. This is not superstition, but the ancients used a ritual method to integrate the filial piety culture into life and into The ritual is passed down from generation to generation.

And this kind of sacrifice is manifested in the filial piety of the ancestors. But the real meaning is for the living children and grandchildren. As the so-called parents have, what kind of children there are. When children look at the filial piety of their parents, they will naturally filial piety. This is also a form of education. Of course, filial piety is not enough. It is more effective for living parents and filial piety. All these things that Founder said were what the one-finger Zen master said to him. However, Fang Zheng always couldn't figure it out. The one-finger Zen master was obviously a monk, but he didn't seem to admire the way of ghosts and gods, but connected many things. Life and culture.

With less positive knowledge ahead, the idea is simple, and naturally I will not think too much, but now, he can't help but think about the past of Zen Master, is he really just an ordinary mountain wild monk? What does his past look like?

However, these doubts are destined to no one be able to confuse him.

"If you have a chance, you should check it." Fang Zheng muttered in his heart.

Take the monkey back to the mountain, put down what you brought back today, and strictly order Wushen to warn three little things, and you are not allowed to steal fruit. This is a tribute tomorrow, and I want to eat tomorrow. The three little guys nodded again and again, expressing their understanding that Fang Zheng went to the Buddhist temple to recite the scriptures.