Chapter 224 Respect the Ancestors and Police the Future Generations 【Subscription】
Yang Hua laughed and ran out, and after a while he went out with an oversized bag.
But at this moment, Fangzheng had already picked up a lot of hemp money paper and incense in his hand, and the monkey also carried two bags, scratching his head all the way, he couldn't figure it out, these things can't be eaten, why does the abbot want these things?
Song Ergou and others were chatting with Fangzheng when they suddenly heard Yang Hua shout: "Give way, Master Fangzheng, I will take care of everything you lack on the mountain!"
Song Ergou immediately blew a whistle, and said with a smile: "Oh, here comes the big local tyrant, Master Fangzheng, as the so-called eats a big family, this guy is now a big one among the big ones, he won't eat for nothing."
Fang Zhengze said with a chuckle: "The poor monk also thinks about it, but according to the rules of the family teacher, the family can't take too much. I'm afraid this big family won't be able to eat it."
Yang Hua directly stuffed a bag of incense and hemp money papers to Fangzheng and said, "It's relative to take more or not. In the past, the family was poor and I gave you some, but now, hehe..." Yang Hua felt embarrassed when he said this up.
The surrounding villagers booed collectively, Yang Tuhao and Yang Landlord all came, Yang Hua's face was flushed, and he laughed and cursed: "What, Master Fangzheng, there is still chicken soup in my pot, I have to go back quickly .You are busy first, ha..."
After Yang Hua finished speaking, he ran away, and everyone booed again: "Sure enough, they are the landlord class. They drink chicken soup for breakfast, but they can't stew phoenix at night?"
"Ha ha……"
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Fangzheng has long been used to the teasing of the people in the village, they just talk nonsense, and no one cares.
What Yang Hua sent was not only hemp money paper and incense, but the bottom was heavy. When I turned it out, I found several big red apples, kiwis, bananas and other fruits.
Seeing this, Fangzheng smiled slightly, and said a Buddha's name to Yang Hua's back.
At this time, Wang Yougui also came, also carrying a big bag. Seeing this, Fangzheng quickly shook his head and said, "Amitabha, there is no need for the benefactor, this is enough. If there is too much, it will be wasted..."
"Just hold it if you tell me to. There's so much nonsense here. Tell you, I didn't give you this thing for free." Wang Yougui smiled, and stuffed the bag to Fangzheng. Fangzheng basically hung a pocket with one finger, The monkey also has them all in his hands, and he only needs to hang two more bags around his neck.
Fangzheng didn't want to live or die for the ones sent by other people. With so much hemp money paper, Fangzheng smiled wryly in his heart: "Father One Finger, you got rid of poverty before me. Sure enough, you are still happy..."
Wang Yougui said: "Master Fangzheng, you have taken the things, what, if you have time tomorrow, come down the mountain. Tomorrow everyone will worship the ancestors, and you have to read two scriptures."
Fangzheng thought about it, and it wasn't difficult, so he agreed. However, in previous years, the village always invited monks from Hongyan Temple to help chant scriptures. After all, Zen Master Yizhi was old and it was not easy to go up and down the mountain. This chanting is simple to say, if you really want to go to every household in the whole village, basically from dawn to dusk, there is not much rest time in between. At the end of the day, even a strong monk has a sore back and a hoarse voice. How can Zen Master Yizhi endure this crime.
After agreeing to the villagers' request, Fangzheng took the monkey back to the mountain.
On the way, the monkey couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Abbot, what are we going to do with so much paper?"
"This is a human custom, and it is also a way for the living to pay homage to the dead. People need to spend money to buy various items to live on. People believe that after people leave this world, they will go to another world. Our ancestors also need to spend money to live in another world, and the hemp money paper we hold in our hands is the money of another world. We burn the money in the past, which is tantamount to honoring them. In doing so, one is to pay respect to the ancestors. People's respect and filial piety, and secondly, they are also entrusted with their own longing." Fangzheng explained patiently.
"However, I saw that many people gave you that kind of beautiful paper money. Why don't you want it?" Monkey wondered. Those money, as well as big golden ingots, cars, clothes, etc., were obviously more expensive. Beautiful.
Fangzheng smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, hemp money paper has been the real common currency of the underworld, and the beautiful paper money you mentioned cannot be called the currency of the underworld, but counterfeit currency of the underworld. It is just a modern merchant. It’s just a way to make money. It only comes once a year. The money used to honor the ancestors is still counterfeit, and the ancestors will not be happy if they change it. Burning such money may not bring good luck, but may bring bad luck. Of course, this is a folk saying. In the eyes of the poor monk, burning money is just a means of remembering the ancestors. Sincerity leads to spirit, and sincerity can be felt by the ancestors, but you have to let him see it , and the way to show sincerity is to pay attention to the rules.”
"That's it, why didn't you tell them?" the monkey asked puzzled.
Fangzheng shook his head and said: "They all understand, so when they really go to burn, the money paper is the main thing, and those are just incidentals. It's a small gift, a small toy."
The monkey looked at the incense in his hand again and said, "What about this one?"
"Incense is a mobile phone for communication between mortals and ancestors. A little incense here, and the ancestors there will know that we are here. Therefore, this is a necessity. Otherwise, when we sacrifice, the ancestors will not know. Isn't it a waste of effort?" Fangzheng explained.
Monkey scratched his head and said, "This is really complicated..."
"It is indeed complicated, but this is a rule that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Some people say that this is a feudal superstition, but they don't know that it is not a superstition, but that the ancients used a ritual method to integrate filial piety culture into their lives. The ceremony, year after year, has been passed down from generation to generation.
And the emphasis on this kind of sacrifice is reflected in the filial piety to the ancestors. But the real meaning is for the living descendants to see. As the saying goes, what kind of parents there are, what kind of children are there. Children will naturally be filial when they see their parents being filial. This is also a way of education. Of course, it is not enough to just be filial to the ancestors, it is more effective to be filial to the living parents and elders. What Fangzheng said was what Zen Master Yizhi told him back then. It’s just that Fangzheng has been unable to figure it out. Zen Master Yizhi is obviously a monk, but he doesn’t seem to respect the way of ghosts and gods, but connects many things. living culture.
In the past, Fangzheng had little knowledge and simple thoughts, so naturally he didn't think too much about it, but now, he couldn't help but think about Zen Master Yizhi's past. Is he really just an ordinary mountain monk? What was his past like?
However, these questions are destined to be answered by no one.
"If there is a chance, I should check it out." Fangzheng muttered in his heart.
He took the monkey back to the mountain, put down the things he brought back today, and ordered Wushen to warn the three little things not to steal the fruit to eat. This is tomorrow's tribute, if you want to eat it, let's talk about it tomorrow. The three little fellows nodded repeatedly, expressing their understanding, and Fangzheng went to the Buddhist hall to chant sutras in peace.