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!"
Hearing 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 vast university and sat in the Buddhist hall for a whole day, waiting for a few villagers from Yizhi Village to come over and take a look at the situation. I heard from the villagers that due to the heavy snow, the roads in many villages were blocked. Even the highway leading to the county seat was out of service after one bus opened this morning. He said he had to wait until the snow was cleared before driving again, for fear of causing an accident.
In response, Fang Zheng could only shake his head helplessly. This happened every year, and Fang Zheng had long been used to it. However, in previous years, there were not many pilgrims at 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 entire temple was filled with a feeling of boredom!
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 cabinets and found some paper and cotton, and then left the meditation room.
"Master, what are you doing?" Hong Hai'er asked curiously, looking at the paper, cotton and scissors in Fang Zheng's hand.
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting cold. Let's make some clothes."
"Making clothes? Master, can you make clothes?" Honghai'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'm not as hairy this year as I was last year..."
"Master, haven't you always worn monk robes? Why do you have to add 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.
Fangzheng used scissors to draw on the paper to outline a pattern of clothing, and then used scissors to cut out the pattern of clothing. Then I cut out several different clothes, including down jackets, long gowns, large monk robes, and cassocks.
After cutting it, Fangzheng put two identical clothes together, then pinched a few crystal rice grains 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 stuff some cotton in along the areas that haven't been glued yet, and use a small bamboo skewer to spread the cotton evenly. Then, Fang Zheng glued the top with glue. Finally, Fang Zheng, as if he still wasn't worried, used needle and thread to sew around it again.
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 gourd's pattern and made the other clothes. There were eighteen pieces in total, which were enough to fill a small basket.
The squirrel came over, measured the clothes, and muttered: "I can't wear this either. Master, don't you have another squirrel outside? 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 benefit of living long and seeing a lot! So what if these little brats can be beaten, played, or eaten? Don’t you just ask three questions and 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 taken aback and asked, "Did you also pass?"
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 themselves up. 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. Our Winter Clothes Festival is indeed different from yours. Our Winter Clothes Festival is different from yours. The origin of our Winter Clothes Festival has nothing to do with Lingshan. It has something 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 another story, and naturally they all became happy.
Xianyu also sat down. Although he looked like an old gangster, he loved listening to stories the most. It's just that the old guy's sitting posture is really unflattering. He doesn't sit like a bell, nor does he stand upright like a frozen fish. Instead, he leans on the chair like a puddle of mud. What did Fang Zheng think? Why did he feel that this posture looked familiar? He patted his forehead for the last time and thought to himself: "Isn't this Ge You's paralysis? Did Ge You also learn from Xianyu? Is this Xianyu's 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, because this day has a different meaning.
(End of chapter)