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And at this moment, Fang Zheng had already received a lot of hemp money paper and incense in his hand, and the monkey also carried two packs, and he kept scratching his head along the way, he couldn't figure it out, these things can't be eaten, why does the abbot want this thing?

Song Ergou and the others were chatting with Fang Zheng when they suddenly heard Yang Hua shouting: "Let me go, Master Fangzheng, I have covered everything you lack on the mountain!"

Song Ergou immediately whistled and said with a smile: "Oh, Yang Da Tuhao is here, Master Fangzheng, the so-called big eater, this guy is now a big family among big households, don't eat for nothing." ”

Fang Zhengze smiled and said: "The poor monk also wants to, but according to the rules of the family teacher, the family can't take more, and I'm afraid this big family won't be able to eat." ”

Yang Hua directly stuffed a bag of incense and hemp money paper to Fang Zhengdao: "It's relative to take more, the family used to give you a little bit of poverty, but now, hehe......" Speaking of this, Yang Hua was embarrassed.

The surrounding villagers collectively coaxed, what Yang Tuhao, Yang landlord all came, Yang Hua's face was flushed, and he scolded with a smile: "What, Master Fangzheng, I still have chicken soup stewed in the pot, I have to go back quickly." You're busy, ha......"

After saying that, Yang Hua ran away, and everyone coaxed again: "Sure enough, it's the landlord class, drink chicken soup for breakfast, and don't stew phoenixes at night?"

"Haha......"

……

Fang Zheng has long been accustomed to the ridicule of the people in the village, and no one cares about it.

Yang Hua sent not only hemp money paper and incense, but also a heavy bottom, and when I turned it out, it turned out to be a few red big apples, kiwifruit, bananas and other fruits.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng smiled slightly, and pronounced a Buddha name to Yang Hua's back.

At this time, Wang Yougui also came, also carrying a big bag, Fang Zheng saw this, and quickly shook his head and said: "Amitabha, the donor doesn't need it, these are enough." Too much is a waste......"

"Let you take it, where is so much nonsense. I'll tell you, I didn't give you this for free. Wang Yougui said with a smile and stuffed the bag to Fangzheng, who basically hung a pocket with one finger, and the monkey also had it on his hands, so he almost hung two more bags around his neck.

Sent by others, Fang Zheng didn't want to live or die, so much hemp money paper, Fang Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart: "Daddy, you are one step ahead of me to get out of poverty." Sure enough, you're still happy......"

Wang Yougui said: "Master Fangzheng, you have taken the things, what is that, tomorrow if you have time, come down the mountain." Tomorrow, everyone worships their ancestors, and you have to recite two verses of scripture. ”

Fang Zheng thought about it, it was not difficult, so he agreed. However, in previous years, the monks of Hongyan Temple were invited to come over to help chant the scriptures, after all, the Zen master of Yizhi was old, and it was not easy to go up and down the mountain. This chanting is so simple that it really requires every household in the village to go, basically from dawn to dark, with little rest time in between. At the end of the day, even a strong monk has a sore back, a hoarse throat, and a one-fingered Zen master can not bear this sin.

Agreeing to the villagers' request, Fang Zheng took the monkey back to the mountain.

On the way, the monkey finally couldn't help it and asked, "Abbot, what are we doing with so much paper?"

"This is a human custom, and it is also a way for the living to pay tribute to the departed. People have to spend money to buy various things to live on, and it is believed that after people leave the world, they will go to another world. The ancestors also needed to spend money to live in another world, and the hemp money paper we carried in our hands was the money of the other world, and we burned the money in the past, which was equivalent to honoring them. In doing so, one is to respect and filial piety to the ancestors, and the other is to express one's own feelings. Fang Zheng patiently explained.

"However, I see that many people give you that kind of beautiful paper money, why don't you want it?" The monkey wondered, those money, as well as the big golden ingots, cars, clothes, etc., were obviously more beautiful.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, hemp money paper has been the real universal currency of the underworld, and the very beautiful paper money you said cannot be said to be the currency of the underworld, it should be said to be a fake currency in the underworld." It is nothing more than a means used by modern businessmen to amass wealth. Only once a year, the money to honor the ancestors is still counterfeit money, and the ancestors of any family will not be happy, and burning that kind of money may not necessarily bring good luck, but may attract bad luck. Of course, this is a folk saying. In the view of poor monks, burning money is just a means of remembering the ancestors, sincerity is the spirit, and the sincerity of the ancestors can be felt, but you also have to let him see it, and the way to show sincerity is to pay attention to the rules. ”

"Well, why don't you tell them?" asked the monkey, puzzled.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "They all understand, so when they really go to burn, the hemp money paper is the main thing, and those are just incidental items." It's a small gift, a small toy. ”

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

"Incense is a mobile phone for communication between mortals and ancestors, a little incense here, and the ancestors over there will know that we are coming. Therefore, this is a necessity, otherwise we sacrifice, but the ancestors do not know, wouldn't it be in vain?" Fang Zheng explained.

The monkey scratched his head and said, "It's really complicated......"

"It's complicated, but it's a rule that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. Some people say that this is feudal superstition, but they don't know that this is not superstition, but the ancients used a ritual means to integrate filial piety culture into life and rituals, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, year after year.

And this kind of sacrificial attention is manifested in the filial piety to the ancestors. But the real meaning is for the living children and grandchildren. As the saying goes, what kind of parents there are, what kind of children there are, children look at their parents filial piety, and they will naturally be filial, which is also a way of education. Of course, it is not enough to be filial to the ancestors, but it is more effective to be filial to the living parents and elders. What Fang Zheng said was what the Zen master told him back then. It's just that Fang Zheng has never figured it out, Yizhi Zen Master is obviously a monk, but he himself doesn't seem to advocate the way of ghosts and gods, but connects many things to life culture.

In the past, Fang Zheng had little knowledge and simple ideas, so he naturally didn't think much about it, but now, he couldn't help but think about the past of the Zen master, was he really just an ordinary mountain monk?

However, these questions are destined to be answered by no one.

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

Take the monkey back to the mountain, put down the things he brought back today, and strictly warn the three little things that he is not allowed to steal fruit to eat, this is tomorrow's tribute, and he will talk about it tomorrow if he wants to eat it. The three little guys nodded again and again, indicating that they understood, and Fang Zheng went to the Buddhist hall to chant with confidence.