The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Perhaps it was the reason to scan the grave the next day, and the number of people who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha today is especially small. It is estimated that it was all about Zhang Luomingri's grave sweeping. After all, the Qingming grave sweeping was a big thing. Basically, the relatives and children of each family would come over. At this time, people who are close to the ancestral tomb must entertain these relatives and prepare a variety of rich dishes, which can not be done at once, but must be prepared in advance.

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

As soon as he came out, the lone wolf ran over vigilantly. The monkey also came to sleep dimly.

Founder rubbed the heads of the lone wolf and the monkey, and began to clean the Buddhist temple. The monkey went to sweep the ground. One night, the linden tree fell a lot of leaves, and the monkey was helpless.

After cleaning the Buddhist temple, Founder started cooking and ate breakfast, and it was over six o'clock. After packing everything, Founder took out the dice paper and a lot of incense prepared one day in advance, took it out of the room, and crystal rice, plus some good willow buds and dandelion leaves, opened the gate of the monastery and went out Already.

The sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. The wind was not strong, but the person who was blowing was a bit cold.

When Founder went out, the lone wolf, monkey, and squirrel immediately followed. But when he saw the dignity of Fang Zheng's face, he didn't dare to make trouble.

But the squirrel asked curiously: "Abbot, why are your expressions so dignified? Also, what is Ching Ming Festival?"

Founder said: "'Fifteen days after the spring equinox, the fighting fingers are clear, when everything is clean and clear, when it is covered, when the air is clear, everything is visible, so it is named.' Once Qingming arrived, the temperature rose, It is also a good time for spring ploughing, so there is a saying, "Before and after Qingming, plant some melons and some beans." This is the day of the earth's recovery ... "

The lone wolf was also curious. "Since it's a good day, why are you still frowning? "

Founder Road: "The Ching Ming Festival, in addition to the solar terms, is also the day when humans worship their ancestors, sacrificing those who have passed away. How can you sacrifice the deceased's hippie smile? From the moment you leave your home, you must remember the ancestors and do n’t laugh Scolding. Otherwise, if the ancestors knew it, wouldn't they think you were happy about their departure? This is a sign of disrespect for the ancestors, understand? "

The lone wolf immediately tensed his face, a very serious look, and the squirrel also pressed the fat face, and then became serious. The monkey learns the founder's appearance, arranges the monk's clothes, looks old-fashioned, and has a taste of monks.

Seeing the three little guys so spiritual, Founder was also happy, nodding slightly, and taking the three animals to the grave of the Zen master.

The one-finger Zen Master's grave is not far away, with his back against the mountains, facing the great plain ahead, and his vision is very wide. Founder didn't know about Feng Shui, and he didn't know if it was good or not, but before he was a student, he liked to stand here and look into the distance to see the Dharma, so he found him buried here.

When he came to the tomb, Fang Zheng took a deep breath and said, "I'm here to see you with one finger."

During the conversation, Founder put everything down and started to clean up the weeds with a finger of the Zen master. After winter, the weeds on them were dry and it was not difficult to clean them up.

After clearing up, Founder took out the incense, a lot!

The monkey came together to take a look, and said, "The abbot, the incense from others comes in threes and threes. Why do you get so much? The old Zen master likes incense?"

Founder shook his head and said, "No, if the poor monk came alone today, three root incense would be enough. But now, there is more than one poor monk in one finger temple. You three are also considered to be one finger temple. Today, This is a family worship. Family worship uses 365 incenses. According to the number of males, the 365 incenses are divided into equal parts, and then they are incense according to the order of age. This is also a rule. Today we have four, and we will divide it into four. The extra one, the poorest monk will be the oldest, and the poorest monk will come up. "After finishing, Founder took out 92 incense sticks, each remaining 91 were handed over to the monkey, the lone wolf and the squirrel.

The monkey is fine, just take it.

The squirrel was hard pressed. With so many incenses and trying to open the small paws, it was difficult to hold it, and it was only temporarily put on the ground and looked at it.

Lone wolf was afraid of getting wet, and put incense on the ground.

The three little guys originally thought that they were here to see the fun, but I didn't expect that Founder had said such a thing, treating them as part of a finger temple, loved ones, and the hearts of each one were suddenly warm and slightly faint. Pride, look, this bald head is our boss!

Founder lit the incense, came to the grave, raised it high, and said, "One finger, father, Founder is here to see you. Today is your festival, and I respectfully invite you to enjoy the offering."

The voice only fell, and Founder saw the incense in his hand suddenly become vigorous in a gust of wind, and at the same time, the green smoke was above the sky, and the wind would not let it go. Although the cigarette was thin, it was clearly visible!

Seeing this scene, Founder was also startled, a scene he had never seen before.

"There is no need to be surprised. There is a Buddha in the world, and there is a ghost naturally, but this ghost is not the ghost you want, but the ghost in your heart. The ancestors of the world do not live in the land, but in the hearts of future generations, because of the thoughts of future generations. Therefore, they exist, because the posterity forgotten, so they dissipated, because the posterity's gratitude, so good-hearted, because of good-heartedness, good results, and good deeds. On the contrary, if people even forget their own parents, ancestors If the human heart is broken, what can be done? What is wrong with the character? If there is a bad thing, there will be bad news. This is what the world calls the ancestor protection ... The descendants sacrifice, not only the ancestors, but also the sacrifices. Your own heart. "The system suddenly spoke.

When Fang Zheng heard the words, he suddenly realized that his hands were folded together, and his mind reminded him of the past when a finger Zen master was alive. At that moment, he seemed to see a finger Zen master right in front of him. At that moment, Founder understood something that he did not understand before, and now he had an unclear understanding.

Founder held the incense and worshiped, and then held the incense, one by one with his left hand, inserting from right to left, not fast or slow, all the incense was inserted in a while. While inserting incense, Founder explained to the three little guys: "The people we live in are left-up, the people who die are right-up. We use our left hand to represent that we respect them very much. They are our elders. We're going to be short; inserting from right to left is in line with others. "

After inserting the incense, Founder knelt down and knead his head, while three heads fell to the ground, he said, "One finger, father, hasn't been here for a long time. But you should also see that our one finger temple has been refurbished, and the incense is getting more and more Exuberant, also held a bath Dharma meeting, everything went so smoothly. You should be happy to see this? This is your life's thoughts, and it has been achieved today. Believe me, I will definitely point a finger The temple becomes the big temple in your mind. "

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