I really don't want to be a teacher

The dirt road mixed with muddy water is a bit sticky, and after being stepped on by the previous people, it looks a bit potholed.

The old monk walked with some difficulty holding on to the branches, and from time to time he brought some muddy water on the cloth shoes,

"...Benefactor Lian, the rain last night..."

On both sides of the village road along the way, in the yards of each family, some villagers were either having breakfast or busy cleaning up the yard.

In the yard, some tiles are falling, and the branches and leaves of the trees around the yard are mixed with some muddy water, which looks a bit messy.

Lian Ge walked forward, while watching, the old monk also watched, and asked aloud,

"...It seems that the benefactor's house last night was not affected by the wind and rain. It is you, benefactor Lian..."

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the old monk, and without saying anything, he turned his gaze back and continued to move forward.

"Zen Master Jiekong, how long have you been out?"

Looking at the distance and walking, Lian Ge asked calmly,

Hearing this, the old monk turned his gaze back, was silent for a while, and then replied,

"...12."

Walking forward, the old monk said,

"Twelve years ago, the poor monk was perplexed and difficult to understand. It was difficult to get into meditation when he was sitting in meditation. Distracting thoughts grew and lingered. After searching through the Buddhist scriptures, the confusion was still difficult to get rid of... I took my luggage and brought a A set of monk clothes, a hand-copied scripture, a set of bowls and chopsticks, and left the temple..."

The old monk propped up a tree branch, walked, his eyes were a little dazed,

"...In the past 12 years, the poor monk has been to many places and seen many things. At the beginning, the suit has been torn many times, and the table and chopsticks have long been damaged. The current table and chopsticks were five years ago. A gift from a benefactor...but the confusion is still difficult to understand, and some poor monks thought they understood things, and they are getting more and more confused..."

Listening to the old monk's narration, Lian Ge walked forward, looked into the distance, and didn't say much.

The sea breeze in the distance blows from time to time, and some muddy water splashes under the feet from time to time. The sound of words, wind, and muddy water are mixed together.

"...In 48, when I was ten years old, I lived with my parents in a mountain valley. It was a village in a mountain valley. There were only a few dozen households in the whole village, and there was only one road connecting the outside. All directions are surrounded by mountains.”

The old monk paused again, then continued,

"... In front of my parents' house, there is a cherry tree. Behind the tree is a chicken coop surrounded by a few chickens. Every night, my mother will release the chickens from the coop and put some Millet chaff was sprinkled in the yard for the chickens to peck and eat. Those chickens did not all surround themselves with the chaff, some of them walked along the side of the yard to the side of the road to eat insects in the grass beside the road. If it is tall, it can even fly to the branch of the cherry tree. It takes my mother to hold a broom made of 'iron broom' to drive the chicken off the tree.

On the mountain behind the house, there are some wild fruit trees and vines, which bear some fruits every year, some are red, some are green, some are sour and some are astringent. If you pick them late every year, you will be pecked by birds Let's eat..."

The old monk said, walking with his support on the branches, his tone was calm,

"...In the summer of 48, when I went to the back of the house to pick wild fruits on the other side of the mountain, I saw a man lying at the foot of the mountain, motionless, as if he had passed out. I ran down the mountain and took him After waking up, he opened his eyes and told me that he wanted to drink water, so I supported him, entered the village from the only road that could enter the village, arrived at my house, and gave him water to drink.”

"He drank water, rested for a while, and left the village."

While talking, the old monk paused,

"...When the poor monk saw him again, he was riding a tall horse, leading strong men with knives and guns, driving away the villagers, the poor monk's parents, and the poor monk in the village.

He is a bandit on the other side of the mountain not far away. Knowing that there is a village here, he led his people to break into the village from that road, robbed the village of rice, grain and poultry, and killed the poor monk's parents. The poor monk. "

"...A few months later, the poor monk's master passed by outside the village mountain on an ascetic journey. He met the poor monk and brought the poor monk back to the temple."

"The temple is not big. It is in a mountain forest. On the top of the mountain, the master of the poor monk is the abbot of the temple. Downstairs, there is only a brother in his 30s who is a poor monk.

There, the poor monk accepted the precepts, shaved his degree, became a monk, and practiced Buddhism. "

"Master gave me the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" and asked me to practice Buddhism diligently."

"...After that, the poor monk also went down the mountain several times, visited many famous mountains and ancient temples, read some Buddhist scriptures, met some eminent monks and great virtues, and saw that the bandit got evil results."

"At the age of 40, the poor monk came out of the temple. In order to prove the Dharma, he walked asceticly all the way and spent three years. He was deeply touched by what he saw and heard. He thought he had gained something, so he returned to the temple."

"After that, the poor monk thought that the confusion in his heart was gone, and he never left the temple again. He just sat in meditation in the temple and comprehended the boundless Dharma."

As he spoke, the old monk fell silent again, just supported the branch, stepped on the wet mud with sticky feet, and walked forward.

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, turned his gaze back, and continued to move.

"Zen Master Jiekong, look up, what do you see?"

Looking into the distance, Lian Ge said calmly.

Hearing the sound, the old monk raised his head and looked forward along the wet village road.

"...The poor monk saw that a benefactor was turning over and riding a motorcycle. A little benefactor was standing next to him, with his hands open, unwilling to leave him. A female benefactor was coaxing the little benefactor. The benefactor seemed to be telling him to be careful on the way...

The poor monk saw that an old benefactor was untying the tangled fishing net in the yard, and a young benefactor was running around him, smiling happily...

The poor monk also saw that a benefactor was eating breakfast in the yard, and a benefactor was wearing boots and carrying a bucket passing by the roadside, the poor monk..."

The voice of the old monk was mixed in the sea breeze blowing from time to time, intertwined with the voices from the yards of the houses beside him,

"...Father of the child, be careful on the road, come back early when you have bought something, the weather is bad recently, and the road is not easy to walk..."

"Ok, I know……"

"Dad, I'm going too, I want to go too..."

"Hey, when Dad comes back, I'll buy you a watermelon to eat."

……

"Old Chen, are you eating?"

"The rice has just been cooked and eaten, why don't we have some together?"

"No, no, I have to go to the town. I brought back a fish last night and said I would save it for my mother, but my mother was reluctant to eat it, so she insisted on selling it to Xiaoting. Get some living expenses in the past..."

"Well, then go slowly..."

The voices in the courtyards of each household rang in the ears along with the gusts of sea breeze, and the old monk's voice gradually subsided, and fell silent again.

Chapter 350 The Monk

Along the wet and potholed village road, Lian Ge and the old monk walked forward, looking at the houses passing by.

The little white mouse squatting on its shoulders also turned its head, looking around,

From time to time, some voices sounded in the ear, and some villagers passed by from time to time, carrying buckets and wearing boots, they looked sideways at Lian Ge and the old monk.

"Zen Master Jiekong,"

He paused again and walked to the entrance of the village. He glanced at the villagers who were walking away from the entrance of the village. Lian Ge turned his eyes and looked aside. The old monk who was a little silent,

"Where do you want to go?" Lian Ge asked calmly,

Hearing this, the old monk was silent for a while, looked at the direction extending from the entrance of the village,

"It's up to Benefactor Lian... When the poor monk first left the temple, he headed west all the way, but then changed direction. Now the poor monk doesn't know where to go."

"Since Zen Master Jiekong doesn't know which direction to go, let's see where others are going." Lian Ge smiled slightly, looked away, and continued calmly,

"Wherever the next person who passes by us is going, we will go there."

"Amitabha." The old monk put his palms together and recited a sentence.He bent over, stood by the road at the entrance of the village, and waited.

Glancing at the old monk again, Lian Ge looked away, didn't say anything more, and looked into the distance.

The sea breeze in the distance blows by from time to time, and the entrance of the village becomes more and more quiet.

……

"...Dad, will you pick me up in the city after school in the afternoon?"

"Dad didn't come to pick you up, how did you come back?"

A middle-aged man with dark skin was riding a motorcycle, with a girl behind him, approaching the entrance of the village.

The sound of the motorcycle engine, mixed with the voices of the girl and the middle-aged man, rang in the ears,

"Then dad, remember to come early..."

The girl hugged her father tightly, hiding from the oncoming wind,

"Okay, Dad remembers it, and won't miss your school time."

The middle-aged man smiled and replied, "Is it a little cold? There is a piece of clothing in the box at the back. Do you want Dad to take it out for you and put it on?"

"It's not cold, but Dad's back is very warm..."

The voice of the voice gradually approached with the sound of the engine, and then faded away with the passing sea breeze,

Looking at the pair of father and daughter passing by and then going away, Lian Ge turned his eyes away, glanced at the old monk, and looked away,

"Let's go, Master Jiekong."

After saying a few words, Lian Ge moved away, towards the direction where the father and daughter went away, moved away again, and walked towards the city.

Silently, the old monk who was hunched over and standing aside, also supported the branch, took a step, and walked beside Lian Ge.

……

Leaving the seaside fishing village, along the road outside the village, Lian Ge and the old monk drifted away.

From time to time, some people who were also heading towards the urban area passed by, and some muddy water was brought up under their feet from time to time. Above their heads, a few birds came from the sea or went to the sea from time to time.

While walking, Lian Ge watched, and the silent old monk beside him also stared at the people passing by on the road.

The sound of footsteps, voices, and birds chirping sounded in my ears, and then gradually subsided.

……

After walking for a while, through the dirt road outside the village, Lian Ge and the old monk set foot on the road connected by the dirt road,

The road was still wet, with some water stains, and vehicles ran over from time to time, splashing muddy water.

Along the wet road, Lian Ge and the old monk continued to walk towards the city.

On the side, there are more and more pedestrians and vehicles passing by from time to time,

Above the head, the rising sun emerging from the clouds after the rain gradually climbed towards the sky,

"...to the city, is there anyone who goes to the city, three yuan per person, just get on the bus and leave..."

An urban and rural bus that was already full of people approached behind Lian Ge. A woman with a bag on her shoulders stuck her head out of the window with sweat on her head, and shouted at the people on the roadside along the way,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge paused, glanced at the bus full of people, smiled,

On the side, the old monk also stopped, looked at the bus,

"Benefactor Lian, the poor monk has no money..."

"I'll lend you three yuan, and you'll pay me back later." Lian Ge smiled, took out some small change from his pocket, and handed it to the old monk.

Hearing this, the old monk looked at the money, hesitated for a while, and took it anyway.

……

"...The ones in front go back."

"I can't squeeze anymore, how do I go, there are so many people, and I'm still a master..."

"Then there is still a place in the back, and the ones in the back will go back and walk."

The urban and rural bus stopped in front of Lian Ge and the old monk. After the door opened, Lian Ge and the old monk got on the bus.

"...Here, find your zero."

After casually touching a piece of money and handing it to the woman, the woman quickly opened the satchel, found the change, and handed it back.

After taking back the money and putting it in his pocket, Lian Ge looked away, glanced at the woman and the old monk beside him,

At this time, the old monk also handed the few pieces of money in his hand to the woman.

The woman took the money first, then swiftly opened the satchel, ready to put the money in, but stopped in the middle of the movement,

He raised his head and looked at the old monk again, with some hesitation on his face,

"Are you a master monk?" The woman asked aloud holding the money,

"I can't be a monk, I'm just a monk." The old monk shook his head and said,

"Master monk, please take the money back... We are a family of Buddhist believers, and we don't charge money for this monk to ride in our car."

While talking, the woman handed back the three yuan,

Hearing this, the old monk looked at the woman, then at the three yuan, fell silent, took it, and handed it to Lian Ge,

"...Benefactor Lian, I will return the money to you."