"Oh, by the way, just now I promised the old Taoist priest to accompany him for the last period of time. Alas, I thought he was joking just now, haha. Master, I will be here to keep vigil for him in the next few days. Uh, yes Is there anything I should pay attention to?"
"Uncle Master is an outsider, so there is nothing to be particular about. Well, since ancient times, people have to pay attention to keeping the spirits of the deceased. It doesn't make sense for an unrelated person to be the guardian of the deceased." The old monk frowned and pondered.
"Donor, I think you are destined to be my uncle. Why don't you be recommended by me and let you become the disciple of my uncle Jun'an? Then it will be just and legitimate. What do you think?" the old monk said a little embarrassed.
"Of course, this is just a temporary measure. Once everything is over, the donor can leave on his own without any restrictions, how about that?"
"Hmm, let's follow the emergency, that's it. Besides, I have already promised the old Taoist priest to accompany him for the last period of time. A gentleman's words are followed by a whip. It's up to you to do it." Xu Zhipeng knew this tradition, and generally Generally speaking, only close people can keep vigil for the deceased, and outsiders generally do not keep vigil for the deceased.
"Amitabha, this is the best, haha." The old monk laughed. "Uncle Jun'an is the 20th generation disciple of Lingbao Sect. Hunyuan is divided into Taiqing, Xuanwei and Confucianism have been converted since ancient times and Confucianism has been converted to Buddhism and Confucianism. The three religions unite Yuanjun. Master Junan is a disciple of the gentleman generation. In your lifetime , according to the tradition of your Lingbao Sect, it has entered a new round. Amitabha, reincarnation is new, and my junior brother is a disciple of the mixed generation. As for what the Taoist name is, although I am the uncle and nephew of Taoist Master Jun'an, he is not a disciple of your Taoism. Not to mention you, a monk from the Lingbao Sect, so you’d better come up with it yourself.”
"Uh~, haha, I'm a mixed generation. My name is Xu Zhipeng, Zhipeng Zhipeng, Yunpeng Wanli, why not just call me Hunyun. What do you think, master? Are there any taboos?" Xu Zhipeng didn't think much about it, anyway. This is also a temporary title. When the spiritual work is over, he will go down the mountain. At most, I will remember the old Taoist priest during the Qingming Festival and Winter Solstice from now on, burn incense sticks for him, and pay homage to him from afar.
"Amitabha, Old Monk Zhichen, I have met Junior Brother Hunyun." Old Monk Zhichen sang a chant and bowed slightly towards Xu Zhipeng. Xu Zhipeng also cupped his fists and arched his body, bending slightly more than the old monk, and saluted. "Junior brother Hunyun, I have met senior brother Zhichen."
After finishing speaking, Xu Zhipeng suppressed his smile in his heart and asked: "Senior Brother Zhichen, Master, he has become an adult. How to proceed with this apprenticeship ceremony?"
"People outside the country don't have to be too particular. Just stick a candle with fragrance and kneel three times and kowtow nine times." Old monk Zhichen replied.
"Uh, okay!" Xu Zhipeng nodded in recognition. There seems to be nothing taboo about kneeling down on a deceased old man. In this era, one can kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground to worship gods and Buddhas, or to kneel to ancestors and dead people, but otherwise, even parents do not have the habit of kneeling. At his age, if his cheap master hadn't died yet, he didn't know if he could kneel down, but kneeling on a dead person would not have any psychological burden after all. Of course, in this era, many people are not physically accustomed to kneeling, but they are still accustomed to kneeling mentally to seek the honor and favor of their master. This is a digression.
Xu Zhipeng obeyed the authority when the matter was urgent. He took three sticks of incense from a basket pointed out by the old monk Zhichen, lit the incense with the candles in the main hall, and bowed three times to the old Taoist monk Jun'an. Old monk Zhichen also applied three sticks of fragrance and muttered silently to the old Taoist priest. The sound was intermittent, so soft that even if Xu Zhipeng opened his ears, he could hardly hear anything.
"Junior Brother Hunyun, the auspicious time has come, let me pay my respects as a disciple!" The old monk muttered for a long time. When Xu Zhipeng could not bear to bow, he suddenly shouted loudly.
When Xu Zhipeng heard this, he performed the etiquette of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.
After the salute was completed, the old monk Zhichen let out a laugh. "Haha, Junior Brother Hunyun, now you are the master of Xuan Wei. You are the only one who has to worry about Junior Uncle Jun An's death."
"Of course!" Xu Zhipeng nodded. "However, Senior Brother Zhichen, I have never personally presided over this trivial matter before, so I don't know how to operate it. And I don't know what the rules of my Taoism are. Can you tell me what to do?"
"There is nothing special about people outside of Fang. I told my junior brother before that it is better to keep everything simple. Well, the fragrance will continue. You can go find a bowl, light a longevity lamp, and put it in front of your junior uncle. Everything else It’s up to you to decide.”
"Oh." It was simple, but Xu Zhipeng knew that there were more red tape than this. It was really beyond his expectation that it could be so simple, so he readily agreed.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Hunyun, I will go back to Xifei Temple first, and come back in the evening to accompany Junior Brother for vigil."
"Brother, go slowly." Xu Zhipeng politely sent old monk Zhichen out of the gate. When he saw him walking away, he turned around and returned to the main hall.
"Master, Master, I didn't expect that yesterday we were just passers-by, and today we have become master and disciple, and you still leave like this, alas~." Xu Zhipeng bowed a few more times and joked a few more words. My cheap master must be a wise man and a man among the gods, so he shouldn't be angry at these ridiculing words. He raised his head and glanced at the old Taoist priest, his face was peaceful and red. If the old monk Zhichen hadn't told him that he had passed away, he would never associate him with the dead.
"This should be the legendary sitting posture!" Xu Zhipeng was not very sad. His stomach was already growling, he hadn't eaten breakfast, and it was already afternoon again. He turned around and walked out of the hall and returned to the kitchen.
Dazao rice is fragrant. The aroma of cooked rice plus a hint of burnt aroma made him salivate in an instant. It's not that Dazao rice is really delicious, but I'm really hungry.
Following his custom, Xu Zhipeng used a rice spoon to scoop out two spoonfuls, which were said to be for the Kitchen God. He also filled a bowl for Master Cheap and brought it to the table in the main hall. He didn't know if it was against the rules, but he didn't care. After that, he returned to the kitchen, grabbed a big bowl, and suppressed the protest from his stomach.
Respect heaven and earth, worship ghosts and Buddhas, all from the heart.
The afternoon passed unknowingly, and when the sun set and the sky became dark, Xu Zhipeng became a little worried. He had never experienced being alone with a dead person, and he couldn't help but feel terrified. After the sky gradually darkened, he kept looking at the gate, hoping that the old monk Zhichen could come over quickly. The gods and Buddhas all over the sky seemed to sense his expectation. Finally, after the sky completely darkened, the old monk Zhichen opened the door and strode in.
Old monk Zhichen looks to be in his 70s, but his steps are still vigorous. He must be an accomplished monk, just like his cheap master, old Taoist Jun'an.
"Amitabha! Junior Brother Hunyun, have you had dinner?" Old monk Zhichen asked in a friendly Chinese manner. If it weren't for the previous "Amitabha" sentence, Xu Zhipeng would have thought that this was an old man from the countryside, asking the country's most earthy greetings. .
"I've eaten early. Where is senior brother? I'm really bothering you by asking you to come here so late." Xu Zhipeng replied politely.
He had already eaten dinner. The rice was cooked at noon. It was more than enough for two people. He just added some water to cook it in the evening, which made the food richer. Now that he is considered the owner of Xuan Wei, there is no need to be too polite about the vegetables in the backyard. While the rice was being heated, I steamed a handful of okra, and then fried a bowl of green vegetables and chili, which I used in a nondescript manner.
