The squirrel scratched his head cutely and said, "Salted fish, are you in a good mood again?"

"Good ......" salted fish is almost a good word squeezed out of the teeth, and after the long tail note, two faint inaudible words are added: "Fart!"

The squirrel shouted happily, "Great!"

Hearing this voice, Salted Fish suddenly had an urge to cry, and said in his heart: "How can there be such a stupid and cute fat man in this world!"

After eating, Fang Zheng looked at the university in the sky, sat in the Buddhist hall and watched for a day, and waited for a few villagers from Yizhi Village to come and see the situation. I heard from the villagers that because of the heavy snowfall, the roads in many villages were blocked, and even the road to the county seat was suspended after a bus was opened this morning. He said that he would wait until the snow was cleared before opening it, for fear of accidents.

In this regard, Fang Zheng could only shake his head helplessly, this situation happens every year, and Fang Zheng has long been used to it. It's just that in previous years, there were few pilgrims in Yizhi Temple anyway, so he didn't feel much of it. But this year, looking at the deserted temple, I was a little bored.

"It's boring......" Salted Fish yawned and swam around in the Tenryu Pond.

The lone wolf looked at the salted fish like that, and then yawned, and when the squirrel saw this, he yawned, and then the monkey yawned, and finally the red boy saw that everyone was yawning, and yawned too......

For a while, the whole monastery was filled with an aura - boring!

Fang Zheng sat in the courtyard and counted the time, then sighed and returned to the meditation room.

Seeing that Fang Zheng was suddenly distracted and listless, several disciples also looked at each other, guessing what happened to Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng didn't care about the outside, walked into the meditation room, picked up a photo of the Zen master and put it on his lap, and looked at it quietly, for a long time, do you: "It's cold......

After speaking, Fang Zheng put down the photo, rummaged through the cabinets and found some paper and cotton, and then left the meditation room.

"Master, what are you doing here?" asked the red boy curiously as she looked at the paper, cotton and scissors in Fang Zheng's hand.

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky and said, "It's cold, make a dress to wear." ”

"Do you make clothes, Master?" asked Red Boy in surprise.

The squirrel leaned over and said, "Master, I haven't seen you make clothes before, can you make me a set? I don't think my hair this year is as ...... as last year."

"Master, haven't you always worn monk's clothes, why do you have to add clothes this year?"

The monkey was also watching the excitement, and the salted fish outside heard that it was so lively inside, so they secretly came over, and looked at Fang Zheng holding so little cotton and paper, and immediately smiled: "What kind of clothes can you make with such a little paper and cotton? It's almost the same to make clothes for this squirrel...... Or I can make a pair of gloves or shoes for my ancestors. ”

Fang Zheng ignored him, but sat down, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Looking at Fang Zheng's appearance, the salted fish who originally wanted to ridicule him stopped talking, and a few little guys stood around Fang Zheng, watching, with curiosity in their eyes.

Fang Zheng used scissors to draw a figure of a dress on the paper, and then used scissors to cut out the figure of the clothes. Later, he cut several different types of clothes, including down jackets, long shirts, large monk's robes, and robes in duplicate.

After cutting, Fang Zheng put the two identical clothes together, then pinched a few crystal rice grains, crushed them with his hands, and formed a ball of paste, and then smeared them on the edge of the clothes. Next, Founder glued the top with paste as well. In the end, as if he was still not at ease, Fang Zheng sewed a circle around with a needle and thread.

At this point, Fang Zheng finished making a small piece of clothing, picked it up and looked at the sky, and nodded with satisfaction.

He put down the garment, drew a scoop according to the gourd, and finished the other garments, a total of eighteen pieces, and put them in the basket to make a small basket.

The squirrel leaned over, weighed his clothes, and muttered, "I can't wear this, Master, you can't have another squirrel outside, right......?"

The red boy looked at these clothes and said thoughtfully, "Master, who are you giving this for?"

The voice fell, and the salted fish snorted: "Can't you understand this? This is not for the living, this is for the dead!"

As soon as these words came out, lone wolves, squirrels, monkeys, and red children collectively looked at the salted fish in amazement.

The salted fish pursed his lips, but he was extremely proud in his heart, did he see it? This is the advantage of living a long time and seeing a wide range of things! How can these little children fight, and then they can eat?

So the salted fish coughed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you also have a winter clothes festival here, right?"

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was slightly stunned, and asked rhetorically, "Have you too?"

Salted fish laughed and said, "Sure enough, although the two worlds are different, some things still work out." Lingshan also celebrates the Winter Clothes Festival, and when it comes to the Winter Clothes Festival, the world becomes cold, and the underworld is especially cold. Therefore, Lingshan will send some clothes to the ghosts in the underworld to warm their bodies. But in your world, there don't seem to be ghosts, what are you doing here?"

The others also looked at Fang Zheng curiously.

Fang Zheng said: "Tomorrow is the Winter Clothes Festival, and the Winter Clothes Festival here is indeed different from yours." Our Winter Clothes Festival here is not the same as your Winter Clothes Festival, and the origin of our Winter Clothes Festival has nothing to do with Lingshan. It has something to do with the legends and stories in the market. ”

Hearing that Fang Zheng was about to tell a story, the little ones became curious one by one.

On this cold day, no one came, and the mountains were covered with snow, and much of the usual fun was missing. One by one, they were bored, and suddenly they listened to the story again, and naturally they were happy one by one.

Salted fish also sat down, although he was like an old rascal, but he liked to listen to stories the most. It's just that this old guy's sitting posture is really flattering, not sitting like a clock, not standing upright like a salted fish, but leaning on the chair like a puddle of mud. How did Fang Zheng look at it, how did he feel that this posture was familiar, and finally patted his head, and said in his heart: "Isn't this Ge You's paralysis? Could it be that Ge You also learned from Salted Fish? This is Salted Fish Paralysis?"

However, Fang Zheng didn't have time to investigate the problem of this sitting posture with the salted fish, but talked about the Winter Clothes Festival.

The Winter Clothes Festival, Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Xiayuan Festival are collectively known as the four major ghost festivals in China.

However, compared with the other three festivals, the Winter Clothes Festival is a little less famous, and many people don't even 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.