This is a special festival, and there is such a festival every year.

For Laba porridge, use yellow rice, white rice, jiang rice, millet, water chestnuts, red cowpeas, peeled date paste, etc., and cook them together with water. Use red peach kernels, almonds, melon seeds, peanuts, hazelnuts, pine nuts, white sugar, brown sugar, and grapes to dye them separately.

There are all kinds of statements about Laba Festival, some are alms, some are memorials, some are awakening, and some are salvation.

There is a temple ten miles away from Heiheji. This temple is very special, with only seventeen monks. It was once a place with many believers. When Heiheji came out, the monks in the temple had already gone to other places early in order to avoid the danger of war.

The remaining monks are self-reliant here, and they are also very comfortable in spring, summer, summer, autumn, harvest and winter, especially the special places around them, and no one lives here, so they can plant them by themselves.

Every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, monks in the temple will come to Heiheji. They will live here for a while, and the place where they entertain them is an empty courtyard. In the past many years, no one lives here, so they are convenient for themselves. This time it is different.

"Disturbation, donor."

With people, the empty houses and courtyards are very different from the past. They come in here to ask for instructions, even if the door is still not repaired.

"You can find a place to live on your own. There are female relatives in the yard. I suggest you live in the house on the other side of the Buddhist temple, so that there will be no misunderstandings."

Several monks were very familiar with this place, and they seemed to have never heard Leng Xiaobai's words.

They first went to the Buddhist temple to recite a sutra together. Leng Xiaobai heard that passage. It was the scripture that the monk recited the most and also the scripture that he was most proficient in. The one who was proficient in Leng Xiaobai who had been listening to it could also recite a part of it.

The boxes on the incense table changed from two to five. The monk who led the lead read clearly. After reading a passage of scripture, it was already one by one. The other monks went to cook. They were so familiar here. When they saw the place where Leng Xiaobai and Princess Xue lived on the other side, they realized that there was a forbidden place for them.

There is a name written on each of the five boxes on the incense table. The second monk could see it clearly and understand what the monk on the second second at the left meant.

"Has he really passed away?"

The second monk asked.

"I don't understand what you mean. You are familiar with it after you come here. There are some things that don't seem to be something I need to say. Moreover, you are asking me so directly now if I have passed away, and you can see it yourself."

Leng Xiaobai didn't want to say anything more. He was in a bad mood now. A group of people rushed in with just saying "Donor, I'm disturbing" and rushed in. It's not just disturbing, they are rude.

"It was the inappropriate thing for me before, so please forgive me."

Leng Xiaobai didn't want to let them go at all. He just looked at them and was just like someone who came back from a distance on vacation, and he was as familiar as he returned to his home.

"I said what else is useful? I want to know what you are here for and who are you?"

Leng Xiaobai was moving his arms while saying this.

"We are monks in the temples ten miles away from Heiheji. They come here every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month to save those who die here. They should not die here, but they cook Laba porridge for the living."

In the mouth of the second monk, Leng Xiaobai finally knew the relationship between them and the great monk and hurriedly expressed his apology. There were eighteen monks, great monks, second monks, and until the eighteen monks, which were really simple names that could not be simpler.

"The senior brother said that the name is just a title. What's more important is that as a monk, he knew that what he wanted to do in the future would not be something a monk could do. He left the day before he was kicked out. In order to save his face, the temple specifically said that the senior brother was kicked out."

Leng Xiaobai remembered the cruelty of those people, and also admired his uncle's profound understanding of righteousness, although he was still a little different from the old beggar.

"The front room and the two rooms behind cannot be accessed, and there is no problem with the others."

The room in front was full of books prepared by Yan Xia for him. Leng Xiaobai couldn't understand why she had to prepare a lot of books for herself every time she settled in a place. Is her knowledge level so poor?

"There is no problem with these, I will give up."

No matter how old or senior, the host is the host, and the guests are always guests. There will be no problem with this order.

"Mns do not kill, steal, commit adultery, do not lie, and do not get drunk. This is the five precepts for monks. After every vegetarian meal at the beginning, there are vegetarian meals after vegetarian meals."

Having Buddha nature in his heart is a good seedling. Even when he draws his sword, he can still show mercy under the sword. The second monk nodded and shook his head.

The monk sitting on the cushion in the Buddhist temple was no longer a big monk. It was changed to a second monk on this day. On this day, many people lined up here outside the empty courtyard, holding a bowl of porridge in their hands.

"Laba porridge is a must-drink for Laba Festival. This is the regulation of Heihe Collection, not a strict regulation. Many people choose to accept this bowl of porridge. The ingredients of the porridge are provided by the black shop. The technique is unique to monks in the temple. If you are sick, you will be cured and you will be healthy."

The third monk explained beside Leng Xiaobai that the other monks were sending porridge at the door. They were here, one was to let those people know these bald monks, and the other was to let them get involved in the Buddha nature, the invisible and intangible things.

"We will go out to save those who are deceased from tomorrow. We will go out early and come back late, and will not disturb the little donor. After the porridge is finished, there will be the rest for the donor."

The third monk also went outside the door to start giving porridge, so that they could know them, not to be familiar with each other, but to stop immediately when they saw themselves during a fight.

There are eighteen monks in the temple. Except for the great monks, they are all martial arts masters. However, they prefer to stay here. The days of chanting scriptures and becoming Buddhas every day are boring, but they are much better than the bloody storm. Their passion is already cold.

"You just left like this, what can we do? After this Laba Festival, when will we be able to come back here again, when will we hear the sutra of rebirth, when will we walk on the street, and let those people stop without taking action?"

There was no chance. The second monk looked at the box with the name of the monk in his mind. He was very sad. The five boxes told him not only that five people died, but seven people.

"Perhaps, I should go back. Kyoto-Zhu should still be a place where the prince stays, even if it is a idle prince."
Chapter completed!