I really don't want to be a teacher

His eyes were in a trance, and he didn't seem to notice Lian Ge and the old monk beside the road, but just moved forward.

……

Watching the man's figure gradually go away, Lian Ge turned his gaze back,

"Zen Master Jiekong, let's go too."

Speaking calmly, Lian Ge turned around, moved away, and walked forward.

"Amitabha……"

Looking at the distant figure of the man in the distance of the street, the old monk clasped his hands together and recited aloud,

After a pause, he followed closely, supporting the branch, and followed.

The streets are still noisy and noisy, voices, vehicles passing by, and the cries of shops and stalls beside the street are mixed and ringing.

Chapter 356

"...watermelon, watermelon."

"Weihe South Road is here, please get off the passengers from..."

On the street, vehicles pass by from time to time,

Beside the street, under the shade of the trees, Lian Ge stepped on the shade of the trees, moving along the street.

Beside him, the old monk supported the branch, a little silent, followed closely,

The two walked forward, passing by a shop, a street, and a few pedestrians from time to time.

"...Benefactor Lian, that regular benefactor..."

As the old monk was walking, he turned his head to look at Lian Ge, and couldn't help asking, but stopped in the middle of the conversation,

Lian Ge heard the words, turned his eyes to look at the old monk, didn't say much,

Turning his gaze away, he continued to walk forward,

Seeing this, the old monk took two steps and followed closely.

……

Streets passed by Lian Ge and the two, and the sun overhead continued to slant towards the west, reflecting the sunset glow in the west, and also elongating the shade of the roadside trees along with the shadows of the two of them.

The sky is getting dark, the time is approaching evening,

The streets are becoming more and more noisy and lively, the traffic jams, the shops along the street, and the houses in the distance gradually light up, taking over from the afterglow of the setting sun, illuminating the city and embellishing it with prosperity.

……

"...Your ears, you can see that you are a blessed person, as the saying goes, the ears are big and the blessings are great."

Stopping again, Lian Ge and the old monk walked to the riverside of the city,

Not far from the river, there is a shady forest. There are some winding paths under the forest. There are some benches beside the path. There are some old people who come out for a walk in the evening and rest their feet, and some couples who are snuggling together.

Outside the shade of the forest, by the riverside, there were a few fortune tellers, with a piece of cloth spread out in front of them, and something was pressed on the cloth, and they were talking to the people who stopped by.

Looking at the pedestrians sitting and walking under the shade of the forest, and at the fortune tellers by the river, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the bridge not far from the river.

On the bridge, vehicles pass by from time to time, and pedestrians are either hurrying, or walking along the bridge, watching the bridge go into the water, talking and walking.

However, there was a figure standing beside the railing on the bridge, not moving for a long time.

That figure is the man from before.

……

The man was standing by the guardrail of the bridge, holding the donation certificate in one hand, his eyes were in a trance, a little absent-minded, looking at the turbulent river under the bridge.

Pedestrians on the bridge walked past him, looking sideways at him from time to time.

"...is the regular benefactor."

The old monk's gaze also stopped there, first he said aloud, then put his palms together, and recited, "Amitabha..."

Hearing the old monk's words, Lian Ge turned his gaze back, glanced at the old monk beside him, and then at the fortune teller beside the river who was talking to the people who stopped by the river,

"Does Zen Master Jiekong know fortune-telling?"

With a slight smile, Lian Ge asked aloud,

Hearing this, the old monk turned his head, looked at the fortune teller on the side, then looked at Lian Ge, shook his head,

"The Buddhism of the poor monk is still superficial, and he has never learned the method of fortune-telling. The benefactor is..."

"I'm afraid I have to trouble Zen Master Jiekong to make a fortune-telling for someone."

"The poor monk really doesn't understand this method."

Lian Ge heard the words, glanced at the old monk, said nothing more, moved away, and walked towards a few fortune-telling booths beside him.

Seeing this, the old monk followed closely and followed up.

……

"...Young man, do you want to read fortune-telling?"

Walking to one of the fortune-telling booths, Lian Ge paused. Behind the booth, a bearded fortune-teller looked at Lian Ge, then at the old monk next to Lian Ge, and asked aloud,

"If you want to calculate something, you can do it by fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, feng shui, and the day."

"Do you sell at this stall?" Lian Ge glanced at the cloth spread on the ground in front of the fortune teller, and smiled slightly.

Hearing the words, the fortune teller couldn't help but glance at Lian Ge again, and at the old monk beside Lian Ge,

"Sell!" The fortune teller nodded, "Five hundred, this fortune teller, I will sell you this booth as well."

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled, randomly took out five banknotes, and handed them to the fortune teller.

After the fortune teller took it, he smiled, put the money in his pocket, and walked out from behind the booth.

"Young man, and this master, this booth is given to you, and this stool is also given to you."

After saying that, the fortune teller turned around and walked away.

……

"Zen Master Jiekong, sit down,"

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge looked at the old monk beside him,

"Benefactor Lian, poor monk..."

The old monk looked at the booth, then at Lian Ge,

"Sit down." Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, spoke calmly, and repeated it again,

Hearing the words, the old monk paused again, bent down, put the branch aside, and sat down behind the stall,

"Benefactor Lian, the poor monk really doesn't know how to read and tell fortunes, but only understands some superficial Buddhist principles."

The old monk shook his head again and said.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, then turned his gaze to the man standing by the railing on the bridge, silent for a long time,

"It's very simple. If someone sits down in front of your booth after a while, you tell him that he is dying."

Hearing this, the old monk paused first, then turned his head, followed Lian Ge's gaze, and looked at the man standing on the bridge.

"Amitabha……"

After a moment of silence, the old monk clasped his hands together and read aloud.

……

"...I think the daughter of the old Shen's family is not bad. Let your son come back and see you some other day when he is free."

"Come on, I see, we parents should stop worrying about it."

"How can I not worry about this, you say..."

……

In front of the booth, there are old people talking about their children, couples cuddling, families with children, young people passing by with mobile phones, and all kinds of pedestrians walking by. From time to time, some people look sideways at the booth, but no one stop.

The old monk sat on the stool behind the booth, watching the passers-by in front of the booth,

Lian Ge stood aside, listening to the voices mixed in his ears, looking at the lights lit up in the homes of the families in the distance,

The little white mouse stands on its forelimbs, turns its head, and looks around.

From time to time, a gust of breeze blows from the river, shaking the shady branches and leaves behind us.

……

As the night darkened, the number of pedestrians passing by the stalls gradually decreased, and the vehicles passing by on the bridge not far away became more and more sparse.

The sound of the river under the bridge was not covered by the noise and became clearer.

"...Let's go, let's go, come back tomorrow."

Beside Lian Ge, the other fortune-telling booths also cleaned up one after another, put the cloth and some things pressed into the bag, carried it, and walked away along the river.

The voice of the words faded away, and the riverside became more and more quiet.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge looked at the bridge not far away,

On the bridge where no one was passing, the man was still standing by the railing on the bridge, looking at the water flowing under the bridge, as if in a trance.

And at this moment, the donation certificate in the man's hand slipped from his hand, jumped over the gap in the guardrail, and fell towards the water.

……

The certificate splashed in the water, then sank in the river,

The man paused for a moment, then lowered his head, looking at the certificate sinking and drifting away along the river,

He raised his head again and looked around the bridge,

After pausing again, the man remained silent, walking along the side of the bridge towards the end of the bridge.

……

Behind the booth, Lian Ge watched quietly, and the old monk also looked at the man, watching the man walk down the bridge step by step,

After pausing at the bridgehead, he walked along the river to the booth.

The street lights by the river were on, and under the lights, the man's shadow was reflected, and the shadow gradually shortened and then lengthened again.

The man walked to the booth step by step, stopped, turned around,

"Amitabha……"

The old monk looked at the man who stopped in front of the stall, put his palms together, and recited a sentence.

Chapter 357 Mother

"sough……"

The breeze blew across the river, carrying a trace of water vapor, disturbing the branches and leaves in the shade of the river, bringing some sounds of the bustling city in the distance,

As the night gets darker, there are few pedestrians, and the street reveals its original appearance.

The dim street lamps swayed along the river bank towards the river, reflecting the shadows of several people under the lamps.

"...you were in the restaurant before..."

The man turned around, walked to the booth step by step, looked at the old monk behind the booth, and Lian Ge next to the booth, first said something, then fell silent again,

He squatted down, remained silent, and sat down on the stool in front of the booth.

"Amitabha……"

Seeing the man sitting down in front of the booth, the old monk put his palms together and recited again,

"The benefactor... has something to ask."

After a moment of silence, the old monk still spoke out.