It’s not that I don’t care about giving pants, but mainly because I want to wait for the first day of August to give it to the underworld immortals.

Logically speaking, these pants should be given on July 15th.

During the Zhongyuan Festival and the Ghost Festival, each hall would send money and clothes to the underworld immortals, but at that time I happened to return to Harbin from my hometown, and I didn’t care about these things and didn’t give anything.

So I have to send it on the first day of August and can't be delayed any more.

Pan Yingying said that for the ancestors of the underworld, three days of a year are the most important.

Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Spring Festival.

Even if you don’t give money at other times, it’s nothing. You have to give it to these three days.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Pan Yingying and I wrote the money delivery form, and then she called to order the goods, and we set out for the Tudi Temple together.

At that time, paper burning sacrifices were not as strict as they are now. It was not difficult to find a land temple, but it was also a distance from the city.

When we arrived at the place, the delivery guy was already there, so we unloaded the truck together and piled up the codes.

Because I didn’t deliver it on July 15th, including the last Qingming Festival and Spring Festival, I specially sent it to give it more this time.

According to Pan Yingying's suggestion, 30 bags of ingots, 7 bundles of old yellow paper, 7 lotus seats, tiantian coins, road roads, several rebirth mantras, and 2 sets of men and women's clothes, as well as 2 bundles of yellow incense and 2 high pieces.

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This is the standard configuration for the money given by the hall. Yuanbao is hard currency, old yellow paper is pocket money, lotus seat is used for the cultivation of the underworld immortals, the heavenly coins and roads are all opened along the way, so there is no need to explain the mantra of rebirth.

That is to save the dead and eliminate sins.

So these things add up to a lot, because there are seven underworld immortals in total, and there is not enough difference if there are fewer things.

Many people think that it’s enough to burn paper and send money to clothes, and to draw a circle at the intersection. Why are you so troublesome? You have to write a message and go to the Land Temple?

Here is a popular science and drawing circles at the intersection. It is not that it is not possible, but that it is unstable.

Think about it, it is recognized that the crossroads can give money to ghosts, so ghosts also know that, like those lonely ghosts, they will go to the intersection to wait during the Qingming Festival or the Ghost Festival.

Because no one gives them money, there is a lot of money at the intersection, so why don’t you grab it?

Some people say I have drawn a circle, so I shouldn't be able to grab it.

Haha, the lonely ghost will not care about your rules and will not miss them.

If the deceased of his family happens to be collecting money on the spot, and the deceased is more powerful, then the ghost may be more restrained.

If you encounter someone who is easy to bully, you will be sure to rob you of no money left.

Therefore, it would be good to burn paper at the intersection if you can receive half of it.

Some people know some rules. When burning paper, they will throw a few pieces out of the circle to give passers-by so that everyone will not rob them.

If you encounter someone with a little conscience, this method will work hard, but it doesn't work much, especially during festivals, if there are so many lonely ghosts, throwing those few are not enough, you will still have to steal you.

Some people may write Zhang Luyin and the address of the deceased's grave. This will be slightly better, but it does not have much effect.

This is equivalent to sending a private letter at the post office. There is an address, but the person is not responsible for losing the private letter.

In other words, if you are a mortal, the route you write can only indicate the address and has no restraint effect on ghosts and gods.

For example, the tomb of the dead man you worship is in Sichuan, and then you burn paper at the intersection of Shenyang.

In this case, unless the deceased is at the scene, it is equivalent to scattering.

Because the journey is too far, no one will send it to you at all.

If it is local, you burn paper here and the deceased will receive the message and can still come here in time. Don’t think about it when it is far away.

However, the disciples who went out to give money must write a message, and they also told the judge of Yan Jun of the Underworld, the leader of the Netherworld, and the gods of all walks of life to tell anyone along the way that they are not allowed to rob.

Therefore, it is best to burn paper to send money to the Land Temple. When the gods of the Land Temple receive the letter, they will take the letter and the money and items they have sent together, and then escorted by the immortals and deliver them to the underworld.

In this way, we can ensure that everything is foolproof and the dead will definitely receive it.

Most of the time when doing things for people, they do this way, so ordinary people burn paper and can only seek good luck unless they go to the grave.

These things are troublesome. In fact, we put the articles and things together, and we burned them in a fire. We were cleaned up in a few minutes, leaving only paper ashes.

Seeing the clothes and pants I gave my dad slowly burned to ashes, I felt much more at ease.

After I got home, I really had a dream that night.

In my dream, my dad came again, happily wearing a new set of clothes, came over to say hello to me, saying that he had received the clothes and pants, so that I didn't have to worry about it, and also said that my master was very good and I would follow her in the future.

I also said that he was sorry for me and I couldn't leave anything for me. I asked me to work hard and strive to make money early to get married...

This dream was very real. After waking up, I tossed and turned, thinking of the past, and felt sad and unspeakable.

My dad did not leave anything for me, but that was nothing. I never thought about this problem since I was a child, and I never blamed anyone.

I just feel very sorry that he failed to see me grow up, marry a wife, and have a future. I want to respect him as an impossible luxury.

Fortunately, I now have a hall and so many immortal families who treat me sincerely. And my dad can stay in the hall, and I can buy some delicious food to offer him.

Although I can't buy clothes for him, I can burn it for him. He can also put on new clothes in his dream to meet me. This is also a kind of comfort...

I opened my eyes until after three in the morning, and I fell asleep again.

This time, I had another dream.

There is actually my dad in my dream, but it has nothing to do with giving out clothes and pants.

In this dream, I was a teenager and ran home with an injured puppy. My dad found a cloth strip and bandaged the injured leg of the puppy.

Then I brought some food and put it in a small basin for the puppy to eat.

The puppy is very happy and very close to me. He keeps rubbing his head against my hands.

I remember that the puppy looked just a few months old, with a shrugged hair, very cute and cute.

But this dream quickly changed and I became a five or six-year-old child, as if wearing ancient clothes.

The weather is dry, the earth is cracked, the crops are dead, and the people are digging wells and carrying water, which is extremely miserable.

I took a gourd ladle in my dream, filled with water, and ran secretly outside the courtyard wall to water a flower that was about to die.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

The branches and leaves of the flower should be very prosperous, climbing over the walls, but due to lack of water, the leaves have withered yellow and the flowers are about to wither.

The flower is red, I can't call it a name, but I run it one by one, trying to keep the little flower alive.

Unfortunately, not long after, my family found out, so they beat me up, went outside the courtyard wall, uprooted the flower and threw it away from far away.

I cried and stopped me, but to no avail.

In my dream, I saw the flower swaying its body when it was pulled up, as if it was fighting unyieldingly.

I also saw the flower blooming for the last time. It seemed to have exhausted all its nutrients and tried hard to reveal its most beautiful face to me.

At that moment, the flower quietly turned into a girl's face in my eyes.
Chapter completed!