I really don't want to be a teacher

There was no one at the food stall.

The stall owners who packed up their things greeted those who hadn't left, and drove their tricycle along the riverside road away.

……

The night is getting darker.

Among the tall buildings in the distance, the lights of each house have either been extinguished or are still on, as if they are still waiting for people on the road.

The shops on the street also closed their doors one after another and turned off the lights.

There are only street lamps left on the side of the road, and they are still shining along the street and onto the street.

Reflecting the few pedestrians passing by.

On the riverside street, it gradually became quiet again.

"...Squeak, squeak."

Sitting behind the booth under the street lamp, Lian Ge casually flipped through the pages of the book in his hand,

Listen to the quiet riverside, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians who have passed by the street for a long time, the rustling of trees and leaves on the street, and the gurgling sound of the river in the river.

Closing the book in his hand again, Lian Ge turned his eyes and looked at the street lamps swaying down the lights. On the quiet street, some lights were still on a little far away, and there were houses in the tall buildings.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the little white mouse on the shoulder again, standing on his forelimbs, turning his head, looking around.

"Wait a little longer."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge said something aloud, and then spread out the book in his hand.

The sound of pages turning was mixed with the rustling of branches and leaves.

……

A little further away.

The Taoist fortune teller sat behind his booth.

Lifting his head, he looked at the deserted street, paused, then turned around again, and looked towards Lian Ge's side.

Looking at Lian Ge's side, the Taoist fortune teller paused for a moment, then turned back and looked in front of him.

It seems to be looking at its own signboard in front of the booth, and it seems to be looking at the side of the street and the river on the other side.

Somewhat absent.

After another pause, the fortune teller stood up from the stool,

Turning around, looking at Lian Ge's side, he stood up again,

With a slightly hunched body, he walked towards Lian Ge's side.

……

Under the street lamp, the shadow of the fortune-telling Taoist reflected on the ground was lengthened and shortened again, and the skirt of the Taoist robe was disturbed by the breeze, trembling slightly.

Step by step, the Taoist fortune teller walked up to Lian Ge's booth and stopped in front of the booth.

Turning his gaze away, Lian Ge closed the book again and looked at the Taoist fortune teller who stood still in front of the booth.

"Is the Taoist priest here to collect the stool?"

Lian Ge smiled and said something out loud.

The Taoist fortune teller stood in front of the booth, his body slightly bent, and he shook his head when he heard the sound.

"Sit down, Taoist priest."

Looking at the fortune teller, Lian Ge smiled and gestured.

"Thank you... layman."

The Taoist fortune teller thanked him, stood up again, and sat down on the low stool in front of the booth.

He raised his head again, looked at Lian Ge, opened his mouth, wanted to ask something, but fell silent again.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge took another look at the fortune teller.

The Taoist fortune teller was wearing an ordinary Taoist robe, which was still a bit old and stained with dust.

With long hair, the messy hair has turned gray,

On the face, the skin is already loose, full of furrows and wrinkles, and has some age spots.

With cloudy eyes, he looked at Lian Ge with hope, nervousness, and fear.

"...Dare to ask the layman, can you give the poor Dao a fortune..."

Opening his mouth again, the old Taoist looked at Lian Ge, still pleading, and said aloud.

"What does the Taoist want to ask?"

Looking at the old Taoist priest, Lian Ge calmed down, and then responded aloud.

"...Poverty...Poverty..."

The old Taoist looked at Lian Ge with hope, nervousness, and fear in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but gradually stopped talking.

After another silence, the old Taoist bent his body, turned his head again, and looked at the quiet street.

At this time, a young man happened to pass by the booth in a hurry, but he seemed to be unaware of the two people in front of the booth and the two behind the booth. His gaze passed the booth, as if he only saw the streetlights beside the street.

"...Pindao saw it earlier, there are people coming and going on the street, but the pedestrians who come and go seem to turn a blind eye to the layman."

The old Taoist said aloud,

"It's as if you can't see the layman's stall, as if the layman's stall is just a street lamp on the street, just a tree growing in the woods... It seems that only some people with predestined relationship can see the layman's stall. Stop in front of the stall."

Without saying what he wanted to ask, the old Taoist described how unusual Lian Ge's booth was in his eyes.

Lian Ge listened, smiled slightly, and didn't say much, just quietly listening to the old Taoist's narration.

"...It's so unusual, but it seems that no one noticed it... The predestined people who stopped in front of the layman's booth seemed to have been relieved and left... I don't know if it's the layman's pity, or the poor way is also considered a predestined person , so that the poor can also see the layman's stall..."

"...Dare to ask the layman, is the poor Taoist considered a predestined person?"

With a little nervousness in his cloudy eyes, the old Taoist looked at Lian Ge and asked.

"The Taoist priest has already sat down in front of the booth, so there is no fate. If you want to ask the Taoist priest, just ask."

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge calmed down and responded aloud.

"...That's right, it's the poor way of being persistent."

The old Taoist was silent for a while, nodded, said something, then raised his head, looked at Lian Ge,

Eyes filled with hope, nervousness, and fear,

The hand, whose skin was already loose and wrinkled, gradually clenched.

"...The layman's booth is so unusual, dare to ask, is this layman's supernatural power?"

Getting more nervous, looking at Lian Ge with cloudy eyes, the old Taoist asked aloud.

"It's just a blindfold."

Looking at the old Taoist priest, Lian Ge responded again.

"...Then, then..."

The old Taoist's eyes became more and more tense, with some hope mixed with fear,

He opened his mouth, but his voice trembled a little, and fell silent again.

"... Layman, do you have mana?"

Looking at Lian Ge again, the old Taoist's cloudy eyes were full of hope, he was nervous, and his hands gradually clenched,

The hunched body leaned forward, nervous and afraid, waiting for Lian Ge's answer.

Looking at the appearance of this old Taoist priest, looking at his eyes with some hope and fear,

Lian Ge nodded.

"Yes, it has some mana."

"... layman... real person, real person..."

Hearing Lian Ge's words, the old Taoist couldn't help getting up from the stool in front of the booth,

His whole body was trembling slightly, his hands were also trembling, his eyes were a little joyful, but there was more nervousness and fear,

Opening his mouth, he wanted to ask Lian Ge something more, but he made sounds over and over again.

Then, gradually fell silent again.

Chapter 807 Asking

"sough……"

Under the street lamps, the shadows of the branches and leaves of the trees on the street swayed slightly on the old Taoist robe worn by the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest, who was hunched over and gradually fell silent, gradually sat back on the stool.

Immediately afterwards, he gradually bent forward again, his whole body trembling slightly, and he looked even more stooped,

Then left the booth in front of the stool,

Kneeling on the ground.

"...the real person, the real person...the poor..."

The old Taoist body trembled, slowly lowered his head, supported his hands, and put his head on the ground.

He raised his head again, with some hope in his eyes, mixed with nervousness, and a little fear,

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent.

Looking at the old Taoist priest kneeling in front of the booth,

Lian Ge neither supported nor stopped him.

Because the old Taoist kneeling is not him.

He just waited quietly, listening to the old Taoist's words.

A gust of wind blows through the street, disturbing the leaves,

Under the rustling sound, it became more and more quiet.

……

"...Pindao became a monk since he was a child, and practiced with his teacher."

"...Now I have practiced for more than seventy years."

The old Taoist knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and his hands on the ground trembled slightly.

Turning his head, looking at the deserted street, his cloudy eyes were a little dazed.

"...In order to find the way, I traveled poorly through mountains and rivers, stepped on worn-out shoes, and wore torn clothes..."

Turning his head again, the old Taoist stared at Lian Ge, his eyes filled with hope, nervousness, and fear.

"...The poor, the poor..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but fell silent again.

"...Dare to ask,"

The old Taoist was silent for a while, then raised his head, looked at Lian Ge,

"...Dare to ask the real person, where is the way?"

Looking at Lian Ge, the old Taoist still asked aloud.

Seeing the hope in the old Taoist's eyes, less fear and nervousness, and gradually showing confusion,

Lian Ge turned his gaze away,

Looking at the silhouettes of pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the street in the distance, looking at the lights among the high-rise buildings in the distance reflected on the river, looking at the lights of the street lights, the reflection of the people who have not walked in the stalls, shaking slightly with the breeze mist,