I really don't want to be a teacher

"...This master, please sit down, and this young man, please sit down too."

The old lady smiled and called Lian Ge and the old monk to sit down at the dining table.

"You're being polite, old man." Lian Ge glanced at the old lady, thanked her, and sat down.

"Thank you, benefactor." The old monk bowed his body, thanked the old lady, and sat down at the dining table.

"The master came from far away... Decheng, go to the kitchen and get two more bowls for the master and the young man."

The old lady greeted her, then shouted at her son,

"Hey." The middle-aged man responded, helped his wife to sit down again under the chair at the dining table, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"It's a little far away...don't dare to bother the almsgiver, the poor monk has a bowl here, just give me a bowl of porridge."

The old monk responded, first carefully put the branch aside, then took down the bag on his shoulder,

Turned sideways, took it aside, unpacked the bag,

In the bag are the same clothes as the body, some old, mended, some faded monk clothes, and a pair of tableware.

Chapter 344 Buddha in the Sea of ​​Suffering

There is already a crack on the edge of the bowl, and the bamboo chopsticks have faded and turned white. I don't know how long they have been used.

"Excuse me, my lord."

Holding the pair of bowls and chopsticks, the old monk stood up and handed the bowl to the middle-aged man who stopped,

"This……"

Looking at the bowl handed over by the old monk, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at his mother.

"Master, we are already at home, so you don't have to be so polite, just give master a bowl of porridge, it should be because we haven't entertained you well."

The old lady stood up and persuaded,

"Old lady, I am also a believer in Buddhism. This monk has come here. I am willing to have a vegetarian meal. Master, don't worry, these stir-fried dishes are all vegetarian. On weekdays, my old lady, every 15th day, I eat Eat this, if the master is not used to these, I will fry two more."

"The poor monk is already grateful that the benefactor can give a bowl of porridge, and he dare not ask for more." The old monk shook his head.

"Then... I'll ask Decheng to serve you a bowl of porridge first. Master, you can pick something up yourself if you want something to eat." The old lady said, then looked at her son,

The middle-aged man heard the words, took the bowl handed over by the old monk,

"Then master, I'll get you a bowl of porridge."

"Thank you, benefactor." The old monk bowed to thank him.

"Master, you're welcome." The middle-aged man answered, took the bowl, and turned to look at Lian Ge again.

"Young man, should you drink your saliva first, or..."

"Just pour a bowl of water. Thank you." Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man and replied.

"Well, master, little brother, you two wait..."

Nodding his head, the middle-aged man turned around and walked into the kitchen.

……

"...Master came all the way from other places?"

After looking at the old monk's luggage and the branch, the old lady asked aloud,

The old monk heard the words and nodded,

"Master, where are you going?"

"Go to my Buddha's place." The old monk turned his head, looked into the distance through the half-hidden door of the main room, and replied aloud,

"Amitabha……"

"Amitabha."

When the old lady heard the words, she clasped her palms together and recited aloud, and the old monk joined her palms together, bowed her head and recited aloud.

……

On the side, Lian Ge heard the sound, glanced at the old monk, paused,

Withdrawing his gaze, he didn't say much.

"Young man, are you also from another place?"

The old lady turned her head back and spoke to Lian Ge,

"Come out and have a look." Lian Ge nodded and replied,

"Come out and take a look..." The old lady echoed, paused, then turned her head to look at the old monk,

"... Master has been out for a while, right?"

Looking at the old monk, the old lady said,

"It's been a while." The old monk nodded and replied,

The old lady heard the words and was about to continue talking.

The middle-aged man came out of the kitchen again with a bowl of porridge and a bowl of water.

……

"Master, here is your porridge, little brother, here is the water you asked for."

The middle-aged man handed the bowl of porridge to the old monk, and the bowl of water to Lian Ge,

"Thank you." Lian Ge took the water, thanked him, took a sip, turned his gaze, and looked at the old monk again.

The old monk also took the porridge and thanked the middle-aged man.

"Thank you sir."

"You're welcome, master, little brother."

The middle-aged man shook his head, withdrew his hand, and sat down next to his wife.

……

The old monk was holding the bowl of porridge, but he didn't put it down on the table, and didn't take any vegetables. He took the pair of discolored chopsticks and lightly touched the porridge, then bent down and ate with his head down.

"Master, let's have some food."

Seeing this, the old lady greeted and said,

"Thank you for the benefactor, but a bowl of clear porridge is enough for the poor monk. A few benefactors can just have a meal. If the poor monk bothers you, then..."

The old monk took the bowl of porridge, answered with a loud voice, and was about to get up,

"Don't bother, don't bother... Master, just do what you want." The old lady hurriedly said, and picked up the chopsticks again.

……

"I haven't consulted yet, master's name."

At the table, the old lady's family was having food, and the middle-aged man would hold food for his wife from time to time, while the old lady was eating, chatting with Lian Ge and the old monk from time to time.

The old monk sat a little far away, drinking porridge,

Lian Ge sat aside, holding the bowl of water, didn't say much, just watched quietly,

"The poor monks are all empty." The old monk paused and responded to the old lady.

"Zen Master Jiekong." The old lady clasped her hands together and bowed slightly towards the old monk.

"I don't dare to call you a Zen master. The poor monk is just a bhikkhu monk who became ordained in a deserted mountain temple." The old monk shook his head and said.

The old lady hesitated when she heard the words, as if she didn't know how to address her,

"Practicing asceticly, wearing ragged clothes and dust all over your body, but your heart is clean, you can naturally be regarded as a Zen master."

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and old lady, picked up the bowl of water and took another sip, smiled slightly, turned his gaze back, and said calmly,

Hearing the sound, the old monk and the old lady turned their heads and looked at Lian Ge,

"This little brother is right. Zen Master Jiekong walked so far in order to seek the Buddha, so he deserves the title of Zen Master."

The old lady turned her head and said to the old monk with a smile.

"Amitabha……"

Hearing the words, the old monk was silent for a while, shook his head, and just read it again.

……

"Zen Master Jiekong, my wife, I am also a Buddhist. On weekdays, I eat fast and recite the Buddha's name. I always keep a few Buddhist scriptures at home. When I have free time, I also go to the next town. .

It was rare to meet a Zen master this time, so I wondered if I could ask the Zen master for some Buddhist teachings. "The old lady smiled, didn't take any more food, just held the chopsticks,

"Amitabha, the Buddhist teachings of this poor monk are superficial. If there is something that does not understand the true meaning, I hope the almsgiver will forgive me." Hearing this, the old monk put down the bowl and chopsticks, and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha." The old lady also recited with palms together, then raised her head, looked at the old monk, and asked out of confusion,

"Zen Master Jiekong, my wife, I have believed in Buddhism since I was a child. Maybe it is because the wind and rain on the sea are unpredictable, and I need something to worry about...Since I was a child, I have followed my mother to eat fast, chant Buddha, and worship Bodhisattvas. Until now, there are about seventy It's been years... It's been so many years, I still can't seem to figure out what a Buddha is..." The old lady's eyes were a little confused.

Hearing this, the old monk fell silent, looked at the old lady, then lowered his head again,

"...The benefactor, even the poor monk, doesn't know what a Buddha is."

After a long silence, the old monk said again,

"...The poor monk became a monk when he was young, and my master told me what a Buddha is. When I was young, the poor monk thought that if you can see your nature with a clear mind and obtain all dharmas, you are a Buddha.

The older I get, the more I see, the more confused I become, it is because I can't figure out what a Buddha is that the poor monk left the temple..."

"...Although the poor monk doesn't know what a Buddha is, he knows that accumulating good thoughts and doing good deeds will eventually bring him closer to the Buddha."

After another pause, the old monk spoke up.

"Amitabha..." The old lady was silent for a while, then put her hands together, and said to the old monk,

"Thank you, Zen Master Jiekong, for explaining... Where is the Buddha?"

After a pause, the old lady asked again,

Hearing this, the old monk fell silent again, turned his head, his eyes seemed to look further away through the door of the main room,

In the main room, a little quiet,

……

"The poor monk is looking for... The poor monk thinks that the direction of the heart is the place of my Buddha."

After a long time, the old monk spoke again.

"Amitabha……"

After hearing the words, the old lady clasped her hands together and recited a sentence.

"The Buddha is in the sea of ​​suffering, not the other side."

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, picked up the bowl of water, took another sip, and said calmly.

Chapter 345

"Buddha is in the sea of ​​suffering...not the other side..."

At the table in the main room, the old lady and old monk Jiekong turned their heads and looked at Lian Ge,

The old monk's eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to be in a trance. He repeated and read it over and over again,

The old lady's cloudy eyes were a little confused, she lowered her head and opened her mouth.

The middle-aged couple who were eating at the side also stopped their chopsticks, looked this way, and then looked at each other. Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man reached out and stroked his wife's swollen belly, with a smile on his face.

In the main room, it became more and more quiet.

……

"... Amitabha, the great wisdom of the donor."