I really don't want to be a teacher

"Happy, happy...you are happy with me."

In front of a house, a middle-aged man lit firecrackers and ran back to the main room quickly.

In the main room, a whole family was sitting around, eating steaming dishes, and the old man sitting on the main seat was wearing overjoyed clothes and answered with a smile.

……

"...You take this too."

"There is still an umbrella, don't forget to take it, it may rain this day."

"...By the way, do you want to bring some dried fish? I haven't finished cooking at home before."

"...That's...then you take these things, and when you get on the bus, you put them under the seat, and don't forget to take them when you get off... By the way, you have some change on you No, I will have to ask for change to take the bus later.”

"Yes... that's fine, then you should be careful on the road, pay attention to safety, and call mom when you are back... come back when you are free."

In front of the door of a family, a middle-aged woman was walking, busy back and forth inside and outside the main room, and in front of the door was a young man.

After the young man picked up his things and left, the middle-aged woman stood by the door and watched for a long time before turning around and walking back into the house.

……

Yards passed by one by one, and the voices gradually faded away. Along the village road, Lian Ge and the old monk stepped out of the village entrance.

"……Amitabha."

The old monk turned around, looked at the village, fell silent for a while, and recited the Buddha's name.

Glancing at the old monk and then at the village, Lian Ge looked away.

Without saying anything, Lian Ge moved away and continued walking along the road.

The old monk paused again, then turned around and followed,

The village gradually went away behind him, and one man, one mouse and one monk walked away along the road.

……

Then set foot on the mountain road around the mountain, Lian Ge continued to walk forward while looking at the scene along the way.

The old monk supported the branch, carried his luggage, and followed closely beside him.

On the side road, passers-by passing by from time to time, and on the hills beside the road, some birds fly up in the forest from time to time.

The branches and leaves extending from the top of the hill to the road sway with the breeze, casting some shade on the road.

Blocks of shade flitted under the feet, and hills gradually approached in the distance, and then faded away behind them.

Just as the sun in the sky is gradually slanting westward, the mountains on the side of the road block the sun, and more and more shade is reflected on the road.

……

On the side, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians and vehicles passing by, and the winding road under the feet has turned into a mountain road with some potholes.

After passing through a few mountain villages, the old monk who followed Lian Ge stopped in his tracks.

"...Benefactor Lian, the poor monk is a bit tired. I'm afraid I can't go any further."

The old monk supported the branch, and said a little tiredly,

Lian Ge also paused, turned his gaze, and glanced at the old monk,

"Then rest."

After a pause, he just said something, and Lian Ge turned his gaze back.

"Thank you Lian benefactor."

After the old monk said something, he leaned on the branch and moved to the side step by step.

Lian Ge turned his gaze to the distance beside him.

At this moment, the place where Lian Ge and the old monk went was the entrance of a village.

A road close to the foot of the mountain connects the entrance of the village.

From the entrance of the village, on both sides of the village road, there are every family in the village.

It was evening, and smoke was rising from every house, and there were people coming and going on the village road from time to time,

The setting sun, which has almost fallen into the horizon, swayed the afterglow, reflecting on the tiles of every family.

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk again,

The old monk supported the branch, moved step by step, and walked to a tree at the entrance of the village.

Leaning against the tree, the old monk sat down under the tree.

Chapter 367 Falling Cicada

The setting sun swayed the afterglow, and the afterglow reflected the sunset glow in the west,

Under the sunset, there is a mountain in the distance, and in front of the mountain is this quiet village near the foot of the mountain.

Brick houses with black tiles, faint smoke from cooking, scattered in front of the mountain,

On the winding village road, villagers carrying hoes and farm tools walked by from time to time, walking from the fields in front of and behind the houses towards their homes,

With cocks crowing and dogs barking, the breeze of the voices of the villagers blows across the village from time to time, and blows to the entrance of the village.

Under the tree at the entrance of the village, the old monk sat leaning against the densely branched tree, and the branch was also leaned to the side.

The branches and leaves of the tree hang down in front of the old monk, swaying gently with the breeze.

The old monk's face was a little tired, he raised his head, and looked at the peaceful village with some cloudy eyes.

……

Walking along the village entrance, Lian Ge took a look at the peaceful village. Lian Ge looked away, looked at the old monk sitting under the tree leaning against him, moved away, and walked over.

"...The skin of the poor monk is a bit useless, and it has delayed the trip of Lian Benefactor."

Seeing Lian Ge approaching, the old monk took a breath and said with some effort,

"There is no destination in the first place, so where is the delay?"

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, turned his gaze to the village, and said calmly.

Hearing this, the old monk was silent for a while, then turned his head, leaned against the tree trunk, and looked towards the village.

……

The setting sun was gradually covered by the mountains in the distance, leaving only the sunset glow in the west, and the sky gradually became dark.

Along the village road, in houses one by one, the lights gradually turned on, and the lights came out of the house doors, illuminating sections of the village road.

"...Old Wu, I'm eating..."

"Just had it. Let's have some. You just got back from the field?"

"You eat, you eat, my family has already cooked the rice at home... Isn't this the cabbage seedlings that were planted a few days ago and were hit by the rain? Today, I happened to be free, so I went to Lao Xu's house to ask for some seedlings." , make up for it..."

"...There has been a lot of rain these days. The eggplant seedlings I planted a few days ago were drowned before they grew up. I have to buy some more seedlings to fill him up another day..."

"...Then take your time, I'll go back first..."

……

"The head of the house, the salt in the house is gone, go to the store at the entrance of the village and buy bags..."

"Sure, I'll change my shoes and go...it rained last night, and the mud on the ground is sticky to my feet..."

"You take it off and put it in the yard first, and I will take it to wash you after dinner later..."

……

The voices were mixed, on the village road, in the yards of every family, and every family's house, rang, and came from time to time with the breeze.

At the entrance of the village, under the tree, it became more and more quiet.

"...When I was young, the village I lived in was as peaceful as this village."

The old monk sat leaning against a tree, looking at the peaceful village, his muddy eyes were a little dazed, absent-minded,

"...At that time, there were no electric lights, and I was reluctant to light kerosene lamps and candles at home. I had to eat earlier at night."

"When the sun began to slant towards the west in the afternoon, my mother started to work on dinner after feeding the chickens and ducks. I sat in the yard by the edge of the eaves and helped my mother look after the chickens in the yard. Sometimes the chickens It flew up and fluttered to the cherry tree. I couldn't reach it, and it would go into the house to call my mother. Sometimes my mother would tell me to let it stay on the tree. At night, it would They will come down and go back to the chicken coop by themselves."

"...After the sun sets, the sky is still bright. At that time, my father, who is busy in the field, will come back. My mother's meal is also ready, and our family will be holding rice bowls in the yard. Here, taking advantage of the still dark sky, eating.

Most of the time, the rice in the bowl is covered with some vegetables that my mother picked from the ground the day before yesterday. At that time, there were not many seasonings for cooking. Most of the time, some salt was put in the ground. Sometimes, I will also release some.The taste seems to be very fragrant... For a period of time around the year, sometimes, a few slices of bacon made by my mother will be put on the dish..."

The old monk looked at the village, his muddy eyes were absent-minded, and he spoke in a calm tone.

In the village, more and more houses along the village road were lit up.

"...Following the poor monk's master up the mountain, after arriving at the temple, for a while, the poor monk always had trouble falling asleep and tossed and turned."

The old monk was silent for a while, then continued,

"At this time, my master will sit by my bed, read some Buddhist scriptures to me, and tell me some stories. In the stories he tells, there are not so many ghosts and gods, but more people.

Listening to his stories and reading Buddhist scriptures, I always feel at ease and fall asleep easily... For the poor monk, the master of the poor monk was the Buddha at that time. "

"...During the first two years in the temple, although the poor monk often read the scriptures in the temple and practiced with his master, he was not shaved. The poor monk's master would go to the town every once in a while to buy some chicken and duck meat for the poor. The monk cooks and eats.

The poor monk ate chicken while the master and senior fellow drank porridge. Sometimes the poor monk would ask the master and senior fellow why they didn't eat chicken.The brothers will tell the poor monk that monks who have been ordained have a precept not to eat meat and fish.

But the master smiled and told the poor monk that he didn't practice enough, so he couldn't eat chicken.

The poor monk asked him when it was enough to practice.He told me that eating meat is just meat. "

The old monk looked at the village and said,

"...Afterwards, the poor monk also received precepts in the temple and was ordained. After the ordeal, the poor monk's master passed on the scriptures to the poor monk and also talked about Vinaya. He told me that the precepts are The boat can cross the poor monk out of the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore, so he needs to practice the precepts. Since then, the poor monk has practiced Buddhism and never violated the precepts."

"...When I was young, the poor monk read a lot of Buddhist scriptures and visited many eminent monks and great virtues. When I was over 40 years old, I thought I had gained something. Ten years ago, I was confused again... The more I practice, the more I feel that the Buddha's teachings are boundless. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering..."

The old monk's eyes were a little dazed, and he fell silent again as he spoke.

"...Later, the poor monk seemed to understand a little bit."

"...The master of the poor monk told me that the Buddhist precepts can be used as a boat to carry the poor monk on the sea of ​​suffering. But he didn't tell me that there is no paddle and no sail. The boat can only let the poor monk stand on the sea of ​​suffering and follow the waves of the sea of ​​suffering. Ups and downs, floating on the bitter sea, but can't reach the other shore. And the oars..."

The old monk looked at the village, his cloudy eyes were absent-minded, and he said calmly,

"It's in the sea of ​​suffering..."

The old monk said, sitting under the tree, leaning against the trunk, fell silent again.

Lian Ge turned his gaze to the old monk, and without saying anything, he turned his gaze and looked at the houses where the lights had already been lit.

In every house, there are vague figures, it seems that the whole family is sitting around, talking about trivial matters, and having dinner.

Lights leaked out of the house door everywhere, dispelling the darkening night, illuminating and embellishing the peaceful village.

From time to time, the breeze blew over the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk. The branches and leaves swayed gently, and the surroundings became more and more quiet.

……

"Buzz...buzz..."

And at this moment, a faint humming sound approached,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, and the old monk turned his head.

A cicada that had stopped singing trembled its wings, seemed to be flying weakly, undulating, and slowly landed on the shoulders of the old monk, on the monk's robe with traces of mending, and stopped, flapping its wings slightly.

Glancing at the cicada and then at the old monk, Lian Ge didn't say much.

The old monk, on the other hand, looked at the cicada with his eyes in a daze,

"……Amitabha."

Raising his hands, clasped together, the old monk recited the Buddha's name.

Chapter 368

"...Dad, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"