Squirrel scratched his head adorably. "Salted Fish, are you in a better mood?"
"Okay …" Salted Fish squeezed the word "okay" out through gritted teeth. He even added two inaudible "My ass!"
Squirrel exclaimed happily, "Great!"
When Salted Fish heard the voice, he immediately had the urge to cry. He thought, "How can there be such a silly fatty in this world!?"
After the meal, Fangzheng looked at the sky filled with flowers. He sat in the temple hall the entire day, waiting for a few One Finger Village villagers to come and check on the situation. According to the villagers, because of the heavy snow, the roads in many villages were blocked. Even the road leading to the county was stopped after the first bus in the morning. They said that they had to wait for the snow to be cleared before they could open it for fear of accidents.
With regards to this, Fangzheng could only shake his head helplessly. Such situations happened every year, and Fangzheng was already used to it. However, in the past, One Finger Monastery didn't have many visitors anyway, so he didn't feel much about it. But this year, looking at the deserted monastery, he felt a little bored.
"How boring …" Salted Fish yawned as he swam around in the Heavenly Dragon Pond.
Lone Wolf looked at Salted Fish and yawned as well. When Squirrel saw this, he yawned as well. Then, Monkey yawned as well. Finally, when Red Boy saw everyone yawning, he yawned as well.
Instantly, the entire monastery was filled with an aura — Boring!
Fangzheng sat in the yard and counted the time. Then, he sighed and returned to his meditation room.
Seeing Fangzheng suddenly lose interest and look listless, the disciples exchanged looks as they guessed what was wrong with Fangzheng.
Fangzheng ignored what was happening outside and walked into the meditation room. He picked up Zen Master One Finger's picture and placed it on his lap. He looked at it silently for a long while before he said, "It's cold …"
With that said, Fangzheng put down the photo and rummaged through the cabinets to find some paper and cotton before leaving the meditation room.
"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy looked curiously at the paper, cotton, and scissors in Fangzheng's hand.
Fangzheng looked up into the sky. "It's cold. Make some clothes."
"Make clothes? Master, you know how to make clothes? "Hong Haier asked in surprise.
Squirrel came over and said, "Master, I've never seen you make clothes in the past. Can you make a set for me? I don't think I have as much fur this year as last year … "
"Master, don't you always wear monk robes? Why are you adding more clothes this year? "Lone Wolf was also curious.
Monkey watched the buzz as well. When Salted Fish, who was outside, heard the commotion, he secretly came over. When he saw Fangzheng holding so little cotton and paper, he immediately laughed. "How can this bit of paper and cotton make clothes? Fangzheng. Fangzheng ignored him. Instead, he sat and sat. and and said.
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"". F- "F-" "Master., and, F, F-" F- "Fs. Fed, Fed out." Fangzheng ignored him.
He sketwith the shape clothes with. and, he used. "Fang". "" to to, he Fang "San" After that, he cut several different types of clothes, such as down jackets, long robes, large monk robes, and kasayas.
After he was done, Fangzheng put the two identical clothes together. Then, he pinched a few Crystal Rice grains and crushed them with his hand, turning them into a paste. Then, he smeared it on the edges of the clothes. After he was done, he stuffed some cotton in the areas that had not been glued. He used a tiny bamboo stick to smooth out the cotton. Following that, Fangzheng stuck the top with paste. Finally, Fangzheng still didn't feel at ease. He used a needle and thread to sew the surrounding area.
At this point, Fangzheng had finally finished making a tiny piece of clothing. He picked it up and looked at the sky before nodding in satisfaction.
Putting down this piece of clothing, he copied the pattern and finished making the other clothes. There were a total of 18 pieces of clothing, which filled up the basket.
Squirrel leaned over and measured the clothes. He mumbled, "I can't wear this either. Master, don't tell me you have another squirrel outside? That's not right. No squirrel can wear it … "
Red Boy looked at the clothes and said in thought, "Master, who are these for?"
The moment he said that, Salted Fish scoffed. "Can't you understand? This isn't for the living. It's for the dead! "
The moment that was said, Lone Wolf, Squirrel, Monkey, and Red Boy collectively looked at Salted Fish in astonishment.
Salted Fish curled his lips, but he was feeling especially smug. See that? This was the benefit of living for so long and seeing so much! So what if these brats were good at fighting, showing off, and eating? They still didn't know anything and didn't know anything.
Hence, Salted Fish coughed and said, "If I'm not wrong, you also celebrate Winter Clothes Day here, right?"
Fangzheng was slightly taken aback when he heard that. He returned with a question. "You celebrate it too?"
Salted Fish laughed out loud. "Indeed, although the two worlds are different, there are still some things that are similar. Mount Numinous also celebrates Winter Clothes Day. On Winter Clothes Day, the world turns cold, and the underworld is especially cold. Therefore, Mount Numinous will send some clothes to the ghosts in the underworld to warm them up. But this world of yours doesn't seem to have any ghosts. Why are you doing this? "
The others also looked curiously at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng said, "Tomorrow is Winter Clothes Day. Our Winter Clothes Day is indeed different from yours. Our Winter Clothes Festival is different from yours. The origin of our Winter Clothes Festival has nothing to do with Spiritual Mountain. Instead, it has something to do with the legends. "
Upon hearing that Fangzheng was about to tell them a story, all of them turned curious.
On such a cold day, no one came. The mountain was covered in snow, and it lacked a lot of the fun it usually had. All of them were feeling bored, so when they suddenly heard a story, they were naturally delighted.
Salted Fish sat down as well. Although he was like an old hooligan, he loved listening to stories the most. However, the way the old fellow sat was truly unflattering. He wasn't sitting like a clock, nor was he standing straight like a frozen salted fish. Instead, he was slumped against the chair like a pile of mud. Fangzheng found this posture familiar no matter how he looked at it. Finally, he smacked his head and thought, "Isn't this Ge You Paralysis? Did Ge You learn it from Salted Fish? Is this Salted Fish Paralysis? "
However, Fangzheng didn't have the time to pursue Salted Fish's sitting posture. Instead, he talked about Winter Clothes Day.
Winter Clothes Day, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Hungry Ghost Festival, and Lower Prime Festival were collectively known as the four major ghost festivals of China.
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