Chapter 16 Zhongyuan Festival Sacrifices

After the seventh day of the seventh month, it will soon be the Mid-Yuan Festival.

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a big festival. The temples and Taoist temples in the city all have practice meetings. Every year in the palace, they send Yulan basins full of rare treasures to the big temples such as Ci'en and Qinglong. Many people also go to the temples to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings. . In front of these large temples, there are often performers of hundreds of operas and Buddhist sayings, singing and reciting, which is very lively.

Even small temples that are not well-known are very busy these days, such as Guangming Temple, which was cleaned a few days earlier. On the first day of the Chinese New Year Festival, Master Yuanjue Tai wore formal robes, recited sutras, and invited out decorative lotus flowers. Ullambana with gold basket and Baodian.

Shen Shaoguang presented his own steamed honey offerings, and donated sesame oil money, and listened to the scriptures with other believers.

After the morning ceremony was over, Master Yuanjue smiled at Shen Shaoguang: "What a delicate thing! But it's different from the Qixi flower cake, which is stacked in layers on a plate, which is really decent."

Master Yuan Jue is the master of eating, and at a glance, he can see the difference between this Zhongyuan Festival honey offering cake and the Qixi flower cake. Tanabata flower cakes are delicate and tender, focusing on taste, so they cannot be placed or piled up; the honey offerings are mostly made of cream, honey, flour, steamed, fried or baked. No problem for six or seven days.

But didn't know that Shen Shaoguang made this honey offering cake, but it was also related to the Qixi flower cake.

At this time, sacrificing and making tribute is a traditional family task, and "the main worship of Pingfan" is a compulsory course for housewives, so Shen Shaoguang didn't want to develop this festival, but he didn't expect a customer who ate the Qixi flower cake to come to the store. I order cakes to be used for offering sacrifices to my parents during the half-July month.

"When Kao's wife was there, the Shang family was poor and had never eaten such a delicate food. Now that a certain person has made some money, he wants them to try it too." The person who ordered the flower cake was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. Wearing a hang silk robe, his face is thick and dark, he may have traveled a long way to do business, and he looked pitiful when he said this.

Shen Shaoguang also has a solemn face. Although he understands the heart of "children want to be raised, but parents don't wait", and wants to make this business, but the shortcomings of flower cakes must be clearly explained to people, this thing can't be used by Zhongyuan San When the wind blows, it is either cracked, scattered, or even corrupted.

The guests also knew that Shen Shaoguang was telling the truth, so he frowned.

Shen Shaoguang remembered the special topic "The Pastry of the Manchu and Han Dynasties in Beijing" that he had done in his previous life, and said, "I change the recipe and make it by steaming, roasting, and deep-frying. It should work."

The next day, made a few, and invited the guest to taste it. The guest agreed, and Shen Shaoguang made this Tang Dynasty honey for dessert. It is incomparable with the pastry room of the Qing Palace, and it is far from the pastry table of the dim sum shop in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. However, in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, it comforted a businessman to miss his parents. But it is enough.

One is to do, and two are also to be done. Shen Shaoguang simply made three copies, one for the businessman, and one for the Guangming Temple for worship, to add some popularity to the nunnery, and to return the favor of the nunnery, and one for the middle. On the first day, it was taken to the Temple of the City God outside the city for sacrifice.

The parents, brothers, and the original body in this world are not dead, and they don’t even have a tomb of a corpse. It is said that people who die in this way have to go to the Temple of the City God to worship. Therefore, on the day of Zhongyuan Festival, Shen Shaoguang simply closed the shop for one day, and one day. Early in the morning, took A Yuan and went out of the city in a rented mule cart.

Compared with the lively and splendid Taoist temples in the city, the Chenghuang Temple is much more desolate. The road is covered with moss, and weeds grow under the courtyard walls. The rice cakes and fruits on the table are very fresh and rich. Next, a lame old Taoist in his fifties and a Taoist boy took care of the incense in the hall.

Shen Shaoguang arranged fruit offerings and cakes, lit incense candles, turned paper money, and offered sacrifices to Lord Chenghuang and his parents and relatives in this world.

Lao Dao received the money, proclaimed a Dao name, and saluted: "The local city god is the most effective, and it will definitely bless the person who sacrificed the girl." I value it, but I prefer her offerings—when I was young, I placed orders at Daguan in the city, and the offerings of the nobles were not so neat.

Shen Shaoguang returned the salute with a smile, do your best, hope they can have peace of mind and not suffer from hunger and cold.

Now that he came to the suburbs, Shen Shaoguang asked the driver to wait and took A Yuan for a walk. This is the first time I have seen the countryside of this era.

Thatched huts and grass huts, roosters and dogs bark, green smoke curls up in the graveyard, and a few peasants who worship their ancestors and go home on the road. If you are in a painting, you will have a very artistic conception. If you live here...

The river water is really clear. Under the willow tree by the river, a man in a white robe is standing, and a few servants are waiting with horses not far behind. When the man turned around, it was the scholar who laughed at Pang Erniang in front of Guangming Nunnery.

Both of them were stunned, Shen Shaoguang was blessed first, and was about to avoid it, but the man came over.

"The girl also came to the Temple of the City God to offer sacrifices?"

"Yes." Shen Shaoguang smiled.

"I don't know - who is the sacrifice?"

Nowadays, Chang'an is popular with simple words and deep words? Shen Shaoguang raised his eyebrows, this person had a pair of romantic peach blossom eyes, but at this moment there was some melancholy and sadness in the corners of his eyebrows.

"My dear." Shen Shaoguang answered in the end.

"Who is Lang Jun offering sacrifice to?" Shen Shaoguang also asked.

"Teacher." In fact, it is a friend's mentor.

Shen Shaoguang nodded.I am willing to go all the way out of the city to offer sacrifices. I think it is a very close teacher and friend, and if I came here again, it is a sad story.Shen Shaoguang remembered Gu Zhenguan's golden thread lyrics, "I have also been wandering for a long time. In the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful, and my friends and mentors have died." Looking at this man in white clothes, he couldn't help but substitute the scene in the lyrics to him,The tone softened by two points, "I would like to express my condolences." Then she put on her hat and left with A Yuan.

Looking at Shen Shaoguang's back, the gentleman in white raised his eyebrows and smiled. He was articulate that day, but today is considerate. Are today's little ladies so interesting?

Lin Yan returned from a walk in the woods and followed his friend's gaze.

"Your neighbor is very interesting." Pei Fei smiled.

Lin Yan pursed his lips, "Girl's house, let's not talk about it."

"You, so old-fashioned! If you find such a clever bride in the future, won't you be rejected to death?"