When I returned to Fuzhou City, it was already the second half of the night, and in the dead of night on the street, piles of paper money burned to ashes were dancing in the night breeze.

Some children from poor families gathered together in twos and threes, carrying a white lantern in their hands, and secretly took the offerings offered by large families outside and secretly took them home to eat.

Placing offerings outside the door is the local custom of Fuzhou people.

Fuzhou people believe that on the day of the mid-year festival on July 15, their ancestors will go home to see.

A table of sacrifices was placed outside the door to bribe the escort ghosts, so that the ancestors could suffer less guilt below.

The sacrifices were varied, the poor would mix corn flour with weeds to beat the grass cakes, the beaten grass cakes were hard and dry, and they were strung with reed poles and hung on the door, and the next morning they could also be used as rations, and in the face of such a broken settlement, the beggars would not come to patronize them, because the grass cakes had to be boiled in water before eating, otherwise they would be as hard as stones, and the beggars would think that this thing was useless.

If you are a little richer, you will use dim sum and rice wine as sacrifices, and the amount is not too much, one box of dim sum and two cups of rice wine are enough.

These things are waved to the door, and in the second half of the night, beggars and homeless people will come to collect food, and as long as they are not too picky, they will not stop them.

As for the wealthy families, it is amazing, generally on the day of the Midyear Festival, a table of wine and food outside the door is enough to be of high grade.

Therefore, on this day, the ghosts and the poor are like a festival, and the first half of the night is reserved for the ghosts, and the second half of the night is reserved for people.

Adults love face, and they are embarrassed to come out and take it, so they let their children do it.

More than a dozen children gathered around and rushed up, and a table of wine and food would be snatched up in a few minutes, and they were all full of oil, and they were not so happy for the New Year.

"The third watch has passed, the ghost gate will be closed, and if you want to carnival again, you will have to wait for the next auspicious day of the underworld."

Wang Xu walked on the street, today is an auspicious day for the underworld, even if it is a lonely ghost, you can enjoy the offering outside, this kind of good thing is not a few times a year.

"Look, who has me to grab more, I grabbed half a roast chicken!"

"I grabbed two pig's feet, more than you."

"I only snatched a fishtail, woo wow..."

A group of children carrying white lanterns chased and ran in front of Wang Xu, and their innocent appearance was really happy.

Wang Xu watched them go away, and was about to continue walking, when he saw a big-headed child lying behind a big tree with envy on his face.

This big-headed kid looked like he was seven or eight years old, with a head the size of a pumpkin and a neck as thin as chopsticks.

He lay quietly behind the big tree, holding a handful of grass in his mouth, giving Wang Xu the feeling that he was like a left-behind child locked in a room, watching his friends play outside, which was an unattainable gaze.

"It turned out to be a starving ghost!" After looking at the child's appearance, Wang Xu knew where he came from.

Hungry ghosts, ghosts turned into ghosts by people who die of hunger, this kind of ghost also belongs to a kind of ghost that dies in vain.

It's just that compared to ghosts such as hanging, suicide, homicide, violent death, drowning, etc., starving ghosts are not particularly vicious.

Under normal circumstances, starving ghosts will only enter people's homes to steal some leftovers to eat, and there are not no rumors of hurting people, but there are very few compared to other ghosts.

Judging by the appearance of the little boy, he must have been a child when he starved to death, and he really wanted to go out and play with others.

It's just that he knows that he can't go out, and if he goes out, he will scare others, so he hides behind the big tree and looks at it from a distance, picking two handfuls of leaves from time to time to satisfy his hunger.

"It's almost four watches, hurry up, this is not the place for you to stay."

Wang Xu stopped and waved his hand at the big-headed ghost.

The big-headed ghost was startled by Wang Xu's voice, and when he looked back, he found that someone had seen him, and he cowered and hid behind the tree.

"Let's go, soon the ghost door will be closed, a lonely ghost like you doesn't even have a place to live, and when the sun comes out, you will be scattered, and you won't even be able to do ghosts."

Hearing Wang Xu's words, the big-headed ghost grimaced and stuck out his tongue at him.

In the next second, a puff of black smoke came out of the ground, and this black smoke did not go up, but went down.

The big-headed ghost grimaced as he followed the black smoke into the ground and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Wang Xu walked back with his hands behind his back, as the so-called people and ghosts have different paths, those who should go can't stay, and the ghosts in the underworld stay in the yang world, which is a foul in itself.

Even if you can avoid tomorrow's sun, you can't hide from the ghosts of the underworld.

After all, today is the Midyear Festival, and all the ghosts that have been put up are recorded in the earth.

Once you can't match the roster when you take the roll call, the ghosts of the underworld will immediately come up to arrest people, and if you are an old ghost, it is a dead end to be exposed to the eyes of the ghosts.

"Huh!"

When passing by the Qingjing Temple, Wang Xu found that the temple was brightly lit, and many monks were packing up their things.

"Wenfa, what are you doing?"

Wang Xu stepped forward and stopped an acquaintance.

This acquaintance is the monk Wenfa, one of the four disciples of Moyun Zen Master, when Wang Xu went to Qingjing Temple to treat the corpse poison, he was responsible for boiling the medicinal bath.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be the benefactor!" The monk clasped his hands together and said softly: "The master's life lamp is out, according to the master's instructions, we are going to Xiangguo Temple for refuge, and we are about to pack up our things and set off." ”

Wang Xu frowned slightly and asked, "You guys are gone, what should the temple do?" ”

The scale of Qingliang Temple is not big or small, although it can be called a sparrow, although it is small, it has all five organs, and there are not a few Buddha halls and Buddha statues inside.

On weekdays, Zen Master Moyun took twenty or thirty apprentices to manage Qingliang Temple, and it was a pity that such a big temple was abandoned.

"Before leaving, the master had said that when he came back, when the Pure Temple would reappear. This is the place where the master attained enlightenment, and when we leave, we will seal the temple and gather here when the master returns. ”

Wen Fa smiled, not sad at all for the death of Zen Master Moyun, but firmly believed that the death was just the beginning, just like a phoenix waiting to be reborn in the fire.

In the chaos, the monks packed up their bags and small bags, including Wen Fa, a total of thirty-three monks, each of whom had a smile on their faces, as if they had obtained the fruit of bliss.

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to gather and praise Shakyamuni Buddha..."

Thirty-three monks crossed their knees on the ground and recited the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra to the mountain gate.

After reciting three subsections in a row, the four disciples of Moyun Zen Master listened to the Dharma, smelled the nature, smelled the light, and smelled the wisdom, and each held a golden cloth in his hand to worship in all directions.

On the gold cloth, each zhang is written in Sanskrit with the Jizo Sutra, two are hung on the door plaque of the Qingjing Temple, and two are hung on the wall of the temple.

In an instant, the entire Qingjing Temple was full of golden light, and it was visible to the naked eye, and the temple where the Qingjing Temple was located turned into a mountain.

"If I hear it, then the Bodhisattva Mahasattva, the Bodhisattva of the White Hidden Place. The benevolent one, for the sake of the four heavenly dragons, and all sentient beings in the future and present, say the world of sampa..."

After turning the temple into a mountain, the thirty-three monks left without looking back.

Wang Xu looked at their backs, listened to the chanting sound from time to time, and came back to his senses for a while, muttering: "Turning the temple into a mountain, what a group of good bald donkeys!" ”