Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. When you get back, you can settle the score with this salted fish! Hum hum..."
At this moment, the Qingjing San people outside heard the commotion here, came over, and asked: "Master, is something wrong?"
It was the first time that Fang Zheng saw how Taoist priests celebrated the festival, and he was a little curious, so he opened the door and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk saw the real person busy, and then he remembered that today is the Xiayuan Festival. May I ask how the poor monk can help? What?"
Hearing this, Qingjing Sanren smiled and said, "There are not many things to do, but Master is really willing to help. You can help Pindao get some sacrificial supplies. They are in the kitchen."
Lone Wolf didn't pay much attention to this matter at first, but when he heard that he was going to get it from the kitchen, he immediately became energetic and looked at Fang Zheng quickly, fearing that Fang Zheng would refuse.
Fortunately, Fang Zheng really wanted to help, and at the same time he was a little curious about how much food there was in the kitchen. So Fang Zheng nodded and said, "The poor monk has passed."
After saying that, he took Lone Wolf to the kitchen at the back, while Qingjing Sanren was busy with other things. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Fang Zheng was also stunned. He saw a total of nine plates placed on the kitchen chopping board. Each plate contained pasta of different shapes. However, these pastas were all in the shape of plants, not in the shape of plants. One is meat or animal. It can be seen that Qingjing Sanren is a vegetarian and will not eat anything that imitates meat with pasta.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng had to shake his head and said: "This is really a serious Taoist, and he can do better than a poor monk."
The lone wolf didn't care about that. He stood up, put his paws on the chopping board, looked at the food on it, licked his lips and asked: "Master, if you tell me to eat some, can she tell?"
Fang Zheng immediately glared at him and told him not to mess around, saying: "People trust us and let us help get things. Don't mess around."
Lone Wolf grinned and said, "I'm just saying..." But that little look in his eyes made it clear that if you nod, you won't be able to leave the kitchen without even one of these noodles!
Faced with Fang Zheng's persistence, Lone Wolf could only endure it...
When Fang Zheng and Lone Wolf moved the noodles out, Qingjing Sanren had already placed other items on the altar table, such as candles, incense burners, etc.
As Fang Zheng arrived, he put these pastries on the table. Qingjing Sanren smiled and said to Fang Zheng, "Master Lao is here. Pindao will go take a bath and change clothes first, and then welcome Shuiguan Linfan."
After saying that, Qingjing Sanren left. Lone Wolf looked over and asked: "Master, she went to take a bath. Aren't you going?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at him. Fang Zheng wanted to go, but if he went, he would most likely be struck by lightning and barbecued. At worst, he would be slapped so hard that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north.
Shaking his head, Fang Zheng waited obediently in the yard.
About half an hour later, the sound of gentle footsteps came. Fang Zheng turned around and looked, his eyes suddenly lit up!
I saw that Qingjing Sanren actually changed into a set of gorgeous purple robes! The treasure is solemn, walking slowly, every step seems to be designed, every step is not fast, not slow, not big, not small, just right. At this moment, Qingjing Sanren's temperament is really like that of a fairy. People can't help but take a second look, but they won't have any other bad thoughts.
Fang Zheng knew that the color of Taoist robes represented many meanings, and they were not meant to be worn randomly. Usually when doing chores, they wear sea blue Taoist robes, which are thick and wear-resistant. Usually, he wears a cyan Taoist robe. The cyan color symbolizes the oriental green dragon. The green dragon controls the anger of the east and the five elements belong to wood. The green color also represents the descendants of the Donghua Dijun sect, the founder of Taoism.
Yellow and purple can only be worn by the abbot and temple master of Taoist temples. Ordinary Taoist priests can only wear them during major festivals. Moreover, it must be a Taoist priest who has received the ordination, and ordinary Taoist priests are absolutely not allowed.
Qingjing Sanren is the abbot of this Taoist temple, so wearing purple robes is okay. The only thing that puzzled Fang Zheng was that this robe was too gorgeous!
Looking carefully, there are actually golden threads on this purple robe! I don't know if it's true. But whether it was true or not, Fang Zheng knew that this robe was definitely not cheap! If Fang Zheng was in the same situation, he couldn't even afford a sleeve after selling it to Yi Zhi Temple!
Thinking about the ingredients used in those exquisite pastries, Fangzheng is sure that the delicious taste is definitely not only due to the craftsmanship, but also the exquisite ingredients! Moreover, a woman who takes care of such a large Taoist temple can still have so much food, such good Taoist robes, and such good purple clay pots...
Qingjing Sanren said that she entered this Taoist temple after becoming a disciple of the Nantian Taoist Temple. Later, when the master of Nantian Taoist Temple emerged, this place became hers. Later, she hired someone to spend several years renovating the Taoist temple...
Fang Zheng is not a fool. Renovating an ordinary house in rural areas costs 18,000 or even 10,000 to 20,000, and it is even more expensive in big cities. But is it possible to renovate an ancient building no matter how expensive it is? This was polished and repaired bit by bit.
How much should I pay to hire such a craftsman
The more he thought about it, the more Fang Zheng felt that he might have thought wrong before. Qing Jing San was completely different from him! You must have a lot of money before you become a monk! Even now, he is not a master who is short of money! This is not a poor girl from the ravine, this is a rich and wealthy woman from the ravine!
These thoughts flashed randomly in my mind. At this time, the pure monk had arrived at the altar table, picked up three sky lanterns and handed them to Fang Zheng, saying: "Please also ask the Master to help Pindao hang the lanterns on the flagpole at the door."
Fang Zheng nodded and did it immediately.
As the lantern rose, Qingjing Sanren counted with his fingers, suddenly looked solemnly into the sky, and said solemnly: "The auspicious time has come, I respectfully invite Shuiguan to come down to earth!"
Then Qingjing Sanren began to perform rituals, such as Seven Star Steps, Peach Wood Sword, etc...
Fang Zheng was watching quietly from the side. With Qing Jing Sanren's actions, he could understand some of them, but he couldn't understand others at all. But one thing he understood clearly was that this was a whole set of methods of offering sacrifices and worshiping gods.
About an hour later, Qingjing Sanren stopped, respectfully put on three sticks of incense and then stepped back respectfully. Turning around, Fang Zheng saw that her forehead was already dripping with incense and her face was flushed. It was obvious that she had just performed a ritual. After doing it, I was very tired.
Fang Zheng subconsciously took out a handkerchief and handed it over, saying, "Master, wipe your sweat."
Qingjingsanren looked at Fangzheng's handkerchief and was obviously taken aback. A unique emotion flashed in his bright eyes. Then Fangzheng smiled gently, nodded slightly, took it and said, "Thank you, Master."
Then Qingjing Sanren wiped the sweat, returned the handkerchief to Fang Zheng, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the Master to carry a handkerchief with him. In this day and age, not many people use this."
Fang Zheng blushed, not to mention that not many people would use this thing just a few years ago. Fangzheng's handkerchief was one he used when he was a child. It was made by Zen Master Yizhi who took special care of him.
Ps: Work hard today, the minimum is five updates, the maximum is ten updates.
Ps: I posted the wrong chapter before and it has been revised.
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