It's not that I don't care about giving pants as a gift. The main reason is that I want to wait until the first day of August to give them to the underworld fairy family.
Logically speaking, these pants should be given away on July 15th.
During the Ghost Festival and the Ghost Festival, every church member had to give money and clothes to their own ghosts. But I just returned to Harbin from my hometown at that time, so I didn’t care about these and didn’t give anything.
Therefore, it must be delivered on the first day of August and cannot be delayed any longer.
He Yuchen said that for the ancestors of the underworld, there are three most important days in a year.
Qingming Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, and Spring Festival.
Even if you don’t send money at other times, it doesn’t matter. You must send money on these three days.
At about five o'clock in the afternoon, He Yuchen and I wrote the money-delivery form, and then she called and placed the order, and we set off to the Tutu Temple together.
At that time, paper-burning rituals were not as strictly regulated as they are now, and it was not difficult to find a local temple, but it was still far from the city.
When we arrived at the place, the delivery person was already there, so we unloaded the truck and stacked it together.
Because I didn’t send them on July 15th, including the last Qingming Festival and Spring Festival, I deliberately sent more this time.
According to He Yuchen's suggestion, he prepared 30 bags of gold ingots, 7 bundles of old yellow paper, 7 lotus pedestals, some Babel coins, Passepartout, rebirth spells, 2 sets of clothes for men and women, 2 bundles of yellow incense, and 2 high sticks. fragrant.
This is the standard for giving money at the hall. Yuanbao is hard currency, old yellow paper is pocket money, lotus pedestal is for the cultivation of immortals in the underworld, Tongtian coins and Passepartout are used to open roads along the way, and there is no need to explain the Rebirth Curse. Yes, it is to save the souls of the dead and eliminate sins.
So these things add up to a lot, because there are seven underworld immortals in total, and there are not enough things to share.
Many people think that burning paper, giving money and clothes, just go to the crossroads and draw a circle. Why go to all this trouble and have to write a letter and go to the Earth Temple?
Let’s popularize the science here. It’s not impossible to draw circles at intersections, but it’s not safe.
Think about it, it is generally accepted that crossroads can give money to ghosts, so ghosts also know that ghosts, like those lonely ghosts, will wait at crossroads every Qingming Festival or Ghost Festival.
Because no one gave them money. There was a lot of money at the intersection, so why not grab it?
Some people say that I drew a circle, so I shouldn’t be able to grab it.
Haha, the lonely wild ghost will not care about your rules, just follow them.
If the dead person of your family happens to be collecting money on the spot, and this dead person is relatively powerful, then the lonely ghost may be more restrained.
If you meet someone who is easy to bully, I guarantee that no penny will be left from you.
Therefore, if you go to the crossroads to burn paper, as long as you can receive half of it, it is considered good.
Some people know some rules. When burning paper, they will throw a few pieces of paper outside the circle to give to the wandering ghosts passing by to prevent everyone from grabbing them.
If you meet someone with a bit of conscience, this method will work, but it won't be very effective, especially during the holidays, when there are so many lonely ghosts, even if you throw away a few cards that are not enough, they will still rob you.
Others will write Zhang Luyin and the address of the deceased's grave. This is slightly better, but it is not very useful.
This is equivalent to sending an ordinary letter to the post office. You have the address, but they are not responsible for the loss of the ordinary letter.
In other words, as a mortal, the road guide you write can only indicate the address and has no binding effect on ghosts and gods.
For example, the grave of the deceased you worship is in Sichuan, and then you burn paper at the intersection in Shenyang.
In this case, unless the deceased is present at the scene, it is equivalent to burning in vain.
Because the journey is too far, there is no one to send you there.
If it's local, once you burn the paper, the deceased will get the message and come over in time. Don't even think about it if it's far away.
However, when a disciple sends money, he must write a formal letter and inform the judge of Hell, the leader of the Netherworld, and the various gods that no one is allowed to rob him along the way.
Therefore, it is best to burn paper and send money to the Earth Temple. When the gods of the Earth Temple receive the letter, they will take the letter and the money and items sent, and then be escorted by the immortal family until they are sent to the underworld.
In this way, it can be guaranteed to be foolproof, and the deceased will definitely receive it.
This is the way most of the Immortals do things for people, so if ordinary people burn paper, unless they go to the graves, they can only seek good luck.
These things are troublesome to say, but in fact we put the writings and things together and burned them with a fire. In a few minutes, they were all gone, leaving only paper ashes.
Watching the clothes and pants I gave my dad slowly burn to ashes, I felt much more at ease.
After I got home, don't tell me, I had a dream that night.
In the dream, my dad came again, happily wearing a new set of clothes. He came to greet me and said that he had received the clothes and asked me not to worry about it. He also said that my master was very good and that I would follow her well in the future. He also said that he was sorry for me and could not leave me anything, so that I should work hard and strive to make money and marry a wife as soon as possible...
This dream was very real. After I woke up, I tossed and turned, thinking about all the past events, and I felt so sad that it was hard to describe.
It’s true that my dad left me nothing, but that’s okay. I’ve never thought about this problem since I was a child, and I’ve never blamed anyone.
I just feel that it is a pity that he did not get to see me grow up, get a wife, or have a future. I want to be filial and filial to him, which is an impossible and extravagant hope.
Fortunately, I now have a Tangkou, with so many immortals who treat me sincerely, and my dad can still stay at the Tangkou, and I can buy some delicious food to offer to him.
Although I can't buy clothes for him, I can burn them for him, and he can wear new clothes to meet me in his dreams. This can be considered a kind of comfort...
I kept my eyes open until about three o'clock in the morning before I fell asleep again.
This time, I had another dream.
There was actually my dad in the dream, but it had nothing to do with giving him clothes.
In this dream, I was a ten-year-old kid running home with an injured puppy in my arms. My dad found strips of cloth and bandaged the puppy's injured leg.
Then I brought some food, put it in a small basin, and gave it to the puppy.
The puppy was very happy, very close to me, and kept rubbing its head on my hand.
I remember that the puppy looked only a few months old, with shaggy hair, very cute and adorable.
But this dream soon changed, and I turned into a five or six-year-old child again, as if wearing ancient clothes.
The sky is dry, the earth is cracked, the crops are withered, and the people are digging wells to carry water, and they are miserable.
In my dream, I took a gourd and ladle, filled it with water, and secretly ran outside the courtyard wall to water a flower that was about to dry up and die.
The branches and leaves of the flower should be very prosperous, covering the wall, but due to lack of water, the leaves have withered and turned yellow, and the flowers are about to wither.
The flower was red, and I couldn't name it, but I ran over and over again, trying to keep the little flower alive.
Unfortunately, not long after, my family found out, so they beat me, went outside the courtyard wall, uprooted the flower, and threw it away.
I cried loudly and tried to stop him, but to no avail.
In the dream, I saw the flower swaying as it was being pulled up, as if it was fighting unyieldingly.
I also saw the flower blooming for the last time. It seemed that it had exhausted all its nutrients and tried to show its most beautiful face to me.
At that moment, the flower quietly turned into a girl's face in my eyes.
She was obviously smiling at me, but I only saw her tearful eyes.
