I really don't want to be a teacher

The young man looked at the man and said aloud,

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head to look at the young man,

"...Brother, I've experienced rebirth and death. We want to fix some things. Are you like me... Doctor Chang?"

While talking, the young man got up from the ground, looked at the man again, paused, looked again through the street lamp, and couldn't help calling out,

The man heard the sound, then looked at the young man,

"You are a patient with twelve beds..."

"That's right. When I was hospitalized in the city hospital, I lived in twelve beds. Doctor Chang, you still remember me. It was Doctor Chang who operated on me at that time, otherwise I would have died long ago."

Seeing that the man remembered him, the young man answered with some joy, then paused again, looking at the man, he couldn't help showing some hesitation on his face,

"Doctor Chang, this is..."

Looking at the young man, the man was silent for a while, and sat up from the ground.

"...Your heart has undergone surgery, can you not stay up late or stay up late in the future..."

"thanks……"

Chapter 364

"Sometimes, it's not so accurate."

By the river, in front of the booth, Lian Ge looked away from a distance, smiled slightly, and said aloud.

"Amitabha……"

Putting his hands together, the old monk recited the Buddha's name again and turned around.

Lifting his head slightly, Lian Ge looked at the night above his head again,

In the night, there are still no stars to be seen, but behind the clouds blown away by the breeze, the slanting moon reappears, swaying some moonlight towards the ground,

Glancing at the slanting moon, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the old monk,

"Zen Master Jiekong, do you know where you are going now?"

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge asked aloud,

"Understood." The old monk nodded and replied, "Go to the sixteenth group of Xiahe Village, and save the mother of the regular benefactor."

"Then let's go." Lian Ge smiled, turned his gaze back, and then looked at the white cloth on the ground and in front of the booth, which was being disturbed by the breeze.

"Take that cloth with you, too."

While speaking, Lian Ge moved away and walked along the river to the distance.

The old monk stamped his feet, bowed down and gathered up the white cloth, held the white cloth in one hand, and propped up the branch with the other, and followed closely.

The slanting moon overhead slowly changed its position in the night, Lian Ge and the old monk drifted away along the river.

……

"……sough."

"Chirp..."

The dense branches and leaves are disturbed by the breeze, making some rustling sounds,

The dew on the branches and leaves trembled with the breeze, dripping from time to time,

The rising sun shines through the luxuriant forests, reflecting the dappled sunlight on the forest floor.

The dappled sunlight also swayed gently along with the branches and leaves.

In the forest, under the tree, Lian Ge woke up from his sleep, stood up again, and looked at the old monk sitting cross-legged in meditation under another tree next to him.

After leaving the city last night, Lian Ge and the old monk came here and slept overnight.

"...Amitabha, the poor monk kept the donor waiting for a long time."

As if hearing the sound, the old monk also opened his eyes, took the branch next to him, stood up with support, clasped his hands together, and said to Lian Ge,

"I just woke up." Lian Ge shook his head slightly, and said aloud, "If Zen Master Jiekong is still sleepy, he can take a rest."

"The poor monk feels little, enough rest." The old monk shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and didn't say anything more.

"Let's go then."

"Squeak, squeak..."

On the side tree, the little white mouse blew twice, first it patted two wild fruits from the tree, one fell in front of Lian Ge, Lian Ge reached out to catch it, the other fell into the arms of the old monk, Then, he also hugged a wild fruit, and jumped from the tree back to Lian Ge's shoulder.

"...Thank you, Rat Benefactor, for giving me alms."

The old monk held the wild fruit and said to the little white mouse.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Holding the wild fruit, the little white mouse also yelled at the old monk twice, but didn't bite the wild fruit it was holding.

Lian Ge heard the sound, turned his gaze, glanced at the little white mouse, smiled, and didn't say much,

Turned around and walked out of the forest.

The old monk took the wild fruit, ate a mouthful, followed closely, followed up,

The little white mouse stared at the old monk, and after seeing the old monk ate the wild fruit, he turned his head and started eating the wild fruit.

……

The branches and leaves were disturbed, Lian Ge and the old monk walked out of the forest again, and continued to walk forward along the mountain road around the mountain.

The rising sun climbed towards the sky, trees stretched out on the hills on the road, and the shadows reflected gradually changed their positions.

There are fewer and fewer vehicles on the road beside me, and it took a long time for an old bus to slowly pass by with a full load of passengers.

People from nearby villages who were lying on their backs, carrying baskets, or driving plastic bags, or holding children, or carrying agricultural tools, walked away from Lian Ge and the old monk from time to time in opposite directions. .

The chirping of insects and the singing of birds, along with the gusts of mountain wind, rang in my ears from the hills beside the road.

……

"...Go down from here, it is the sixteenth group of Xiahe Village."

After walking for a while, Lian Ge and the old monk stopped,

An old farmer with a hoe in one hand and a dustpan in the other pointed the way for Lian Ge and the old monk.

"Thank you, old benefactor." The old monk clasped his hands together and bent slightly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

The old farmer smiled, waved his hand, picked up the hoe, and gradually walked away.

……

Turning his gaze, he looked in the direction the old farmer was pointing at,

A ramp connects the road at the foot, extending down the hillside,

At the end of the slope, there is a mountain depression. In the mountain depression, there are scattered houses and households connected by a village road.

In front of the door and behind the house, there are fields in which there are pieces of wheat seedlings, pieces of rapeseed, and some vegetables.

Some people's houses are going up, and some cooking smoke is rising, and in some fields, the villagers are busy with farm work.

"Let's go."

Looking back, Lian Ge said something, then moved away, walked along the ramp, and walked towards the village.

The old monk stood by the road, looked at the village in the valley, paused, and followed closely.

……

Go down the ramp to the entrance of the village.

Along the only road in the village, Lian Ge and the old monk walked into the village,

Along the village road, beside the village road, in the yard, in the fields, the voices of the people in the village rang in my ears from time to time along with the mountain wind.

"...Mom, I'll plant it for you."

"Okay... Come on, scoop up some more water and pour it..."

In a vegetable field, a middle-aged woman was planting tea seedlings, followed by a five or six-year-old child, who was also busy with a small hoe.

The old monk turned his head, glanced at that place, paused, followed closely, followed up.

Along the village road, Lian Ge and the old monk walked forward. From time to time, people from the village passed by, and they couldn't help but look sideways at Lian Ge and the old monk.

Passing by a courtyard again, Lian Ge and the old monk walked to the first turning of the village road, facing the past in front of them, which was the courtyard of a family.

Behind the yard is an old house with some mottled doors closed.

Glancing at the room, Lian Ge moved away, bypassed the room, and walked towards the back of the room.

The old monk was a little silent and followed closely.

……

There is a hill behind the house. On the slope of the hill, there are pieces of reclaimed fields, but many of them have been abandoned, leaving only the ridges.

Along the field ridge on the hillside, Lian Ge and the old monk walked up the hill,

Passing a few terraced fields, Lian Ge and the old monk stopped again on the mountainside.

……

In front of him was a terraced field against a steeper mountain. There was nothing planted in the terraced field, but some weeds grew.

On the other side of the mountain, there are two earth bags that are close to each other.

There are traces of weeds growing on one, and the soil on the other seems to be newly dug out.

One has a tombstone standing, and the other has not yet set up a tombstone.

In front of the two soil bags, the weeds have been cleared, some tributes are placed, some burnt ashes of paper money are piled up, and burnt incense sticks are inserted.

"……Amitabha."

The old monk looked at the two earth bags, recited the Buddha's name, and sat cross-legged in front of the two grave bags.

"I'm going to make Master Lian wait for a long time."

The old monk turned his head and said to Lian Ge,

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, shook his head slightly, and didn't say much.

The old monk turned his head, put his palms together, faced the two tombs, and recited the Ksitigarbha scriptures,

The sound of the scriptures is the same as before, cadenced, with a special rhythm, echoing on the mountainside,

"……You are?"

At this moment, a suspicious voice sounded from the side.

Chapter 365 Cold Pork Head Meat

On the terraced fields on the hillside, in front of the tomb,

Lian Ge turned his gaze away, and the old monk also stopped the chanting of scriptures, turned his head,

On the field ridge, stood a woman in her fifties, holding a plastic bag containing wax paper money in one hand, and a small bag in the other hand, holding a plate, looking at Lian Ge with some doubts in her eyes. And the old monk.

"I'm a passer-by. This Zen Master Jiekong was invited by the old lady's son to give the old lady a salvation."

Lian Ge glanced at the woman, then at the new grave bag, and said.

"...Chang Hong invited you here,"

The woman nodded and walked down from the field ridge,

"I'm from Xiahe Village at the foot of the mountain, and I'm from the same village as Chang Hong's family."