Perhaps the reason why the tomb was to be swept the next day, there were especially few people who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha today. It is estimated that the www.biquge.info of the pen is all about sweeping the tomb tomorrow in Zhang Luo, after all, sweeping the tomb during the Qingming Festival is a big event, and basically the relatives and children of the same family will rush over. At this time, the people who are close to the ancestral tomb will have to entertain these relatives, and prepare all kinds of sumptuous dishes, which cannot be done all at once, and must be prepared in advance.

The day passed like this, the sky was bright, and Fang Zheng got up early and pushed open the door.

As soon as he came out, the lone wolf had already run over vigilantly. The monkey also came over with sleepy eyes.

Fang Zheng rubbed the head of the lone wolf and the monkey, and began to clean the Buddhist hall, while the monkey went to sweep the floor, and one night, the Bodhi tree lost a lot of leaves, and the monkey was helpless.

After cleaning the Buddhist hall, Fang Zheng began to cook rice and had breakfast, and the time was already more than six o'clock. After packing up everything, Fang Zheng took out the hemp money paper prepared the day in advance, a large handful of incense, and crystal rice, plus some blanched willow artemisia buds and dandelion leaves, opened the temple gate and went out.

The sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain, and the wind was not strong, but it was a little cool.

As soon as Fang Zheng went out, lone wolves, monkeys, and squirrels immediately followed. However, seeing Fang Zheng's solemn face, he didn't dare to make a fuss.

However, the squirrel still asked curiously, "Abbot, why is your expression so solemn?

Fang Zheng said: "'On the fifteenth day after the vernal equinox, Douzhi Ding, for Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, when the air is clear and the scenery is bright, everything is revealed, hence the name. As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, and it is a good time for spring ploughing, so there is a saying that "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans". This is the day when the earth recovers......"

The lone wolf was also curious, "Since it's a good day, why do you still look sad?"

Fang Zheng said: "Qingming Festival, in addition to being a solar term, is also a day for human beings to sacrifice their ancestors and those who have passed away. From the moment we leave our homes, we must remember the things of our ancestors, and we must not laugh and scold. Otherwise, if the ancestors knew, wouldn't they think you were happy that you were gone? This is a sign of disrespect for the ancestors, understand?"

The lone wolf immediately stiffened his face, looking extremely serious, and the squirrel also pressed the fat face and became serious. The monkey learned from the square appearance, sorted out the monk's clothes, and looked old-fashioned, quite a bit of a monk's taste.

Seeing that the three little ones were so spiritual, Fang Zheng was also happy, nodded slightly, and walked towards the tomb of the Zen master with three animals.

The tomb of the Zen master is not far away, with the mountains in its back and facing the great plain in front of it, with a very open view. Fang Zheng didn't know feng shui, and he didn't know whether it was good or not, but when he was a Zen student, he liked to stand here and look into the distance and understand Buddhism, so Fang Zheng buried him here.

Coming to the grave, Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said, "I'm here to see you, Daddy." ”

As he spoke, Fang Zheng put everything down, seeing that he was helping Yizhi Zen Master clean up the weeds, after winter, the weeds on it were all dry, and it was not difficult to clean up.

After cleaning up, Fang Zheng took out the incense, a lot of it!

The monkey came over to take a look and said, "Abbot, when others come to offer incense, they all come with three sticks and three sticks, why do you take so much?

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "No, if the poor monk comes alone today, three incense sticks will be enough." However, now there are more than one poor monk in Yizhi Temple. The three of you are also considered to be members of the Yizhi Temple, and today, we are considered a family worship. In family worship, 365 sticks of incense are used, and the 365 sticks of incense are divided into equal portions according to the number of men, and then the incense is served in the order of age. Today the four of us came, and we divided them into four. The extra one, the poor monk is the longest, and the poor monk is the oldest. After saying that, Fang Zheng took out 92 sticks of incense, and gave the remaining 91 sticks to the monkey, lone wolf and squirrel.

The monkey is fine, just take it.

The squirrel was hard, so much incense, trying to open its little paws, it was difficult to hold it, so it could only be temporarily put on the ground and watched.

The lone wolf was afraid of getting wet, so he put the incense on the ground.

The three little guys originally thought that they were coming to see the excitement, but they didn't expect Fang Zheng to say such a thing, and regarded them as a member of the Yizhi Temple, relatives, and suddenly their hearts were warm, and there was a little bit of pride, look, this bald head in front of them is the boss of our family!

Fang Zheng lit the incense, came to the grave, held it high, and said, "Daddy, Fang Zheng has come to see you." Today is your feast, and I invite you to come and enjoy it. ”

Before the words fell, Fang Zheng saw that the incense in his hand suddenly became vigorous in a gust of wind, and at the same time, the green smoke was above the sky, and it would not disperse even if the wind blew, although the cigarette was thin, it was clearly visible!

Seeing this scene, Fang Zheng was also startled, he had never seen this scene before.

"Don't be surprised, there are Buddhas in the world, and there are naturally ghosts, but this ghost is not the ghost you think, but the ghost in your heart. The ancestors of the world did not live in the underworld, but in the hearts of the descendants, because of the thoughts of the descendants, so they existed, because of the forgetfulness of the descendants, so they dissipated, because of the gratitude of the descendants, so the heart is good, because the heart is good, so bear good fruits, get good rewards. On the other hand, if a person forgets even his parents and ancestors, how can he do good things when his heart is broken? This is what the world calls the patronage of the ancestors...... Later generations sacrifice, not only the ancestors, but also their own hearts. The system suddenly spoke.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he suddenly realized, folded his hands, and remembered all kinds of things in his mind when the Zen master was alive in the past, and at that moment, he seemed to see the Zen master of the first finger, right in front of him. At that moment, Fang Zheng understood some things that he didn't understand before, and now he can't explain clearly.

Fang Zheng bowed with the incense in his hand, and then took the incense, one by one with his left hand, from right to left, the speed was not fast or slow, and all the incense was inserted in a while. Generally incense arrangement, Fang Zheng explained to the three little guys: "Those of us who are alive are on the left, and those who have passed away are on the right." We use our left hand to show great respect for them, they are our elders, we have to be shorter, and from right to left is to conform to people's principles. ”

After inserting the incense, Fang Zheng knelt and kowtowed, and at the same time as the three heads fell to the ground, he said: "One finger Dad, I haven't been here for a long time." But you should also be able to see that our temple has been renovated, and the incense is getting stronger and stronger, and a bathing puja has been held, and everything is so smooth. You should be happy to see this, right? This is a lifelong dream of yours, and today it can be regarded as a fulfillment. Believe me, I will definitely turn the temple into a big temple in your mind. ”

"Abbot, can the old Zen master hear you say that?" asked the monkey curiously.