I really don't want to be a teacher

"Your mother made roast pork with eggplant for you at home, do you want to eat it?"

"miss you!"

"Then Wanwan, let's run quickly... If Dad gets home first, I'll eat all the roasted pork with eggplant..."

"Dad, wait for me..."

Close to the foot of the mountain, on the mountain road leading to the village, a man pretended to run forward, and a little girl chased after him with strides.

"...Dad, I ran ahead of you."

"Wanwan is really good, she even outruns her father, it's too bad, her father can't run anymore..."

The man slowed down, and the girl happily smiled and ran past the man.

The man looked at his daughter, smiled, and said.

"Then Dad, I won't run anymore, let's go together."

Listening to what her father said, the little girl ran back again,

"Okay, Daddy and my precious daughter are going together."

The man smiled, answered, led his daughter by the hand, passed Lian Ge and the old monk, and walked into the village.

……

Under the tree, the cicada was still on the old monk's shoulder. Hearing the laughter, the old monk turned his head and looked at the father and daughter walking into the village.

The muddy eyes are in a trance, absent minded,

Lian Ge turned his gaze and glanced at the old monk. Without saying anything, he withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance.

The father and daughter were chasing each other, and their figures faded away along with the sound of laughter.

……

"...Master Monk?"

At this moment, on the road into the village, two more people walked by.

It was a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man. The middle-aged woman had a bag on her waist and was talking to the middle-aged man beside her.

When passing Lian Ge and the old monk, the middle-aged woman glanced sideways, stopped, and after calling out, she walked towards the tree, and the middle-aged man followed closely.

"...Master monk, and this little brother, this is really fate."

Approaching the tree, the middle-aged woman said with some joy.

"Amitabha, benefactor..."

The old monk recited the Buddha's name and tried to stand up, but his body trembled a little.

"It's good for the monk master to rest, it's good for him to rest, if it's not convenient for the monk master to get up, just sit down."

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly said,

Hearing this, the old monk fell silent for a while, and didn't get up again.

"The poor monk is rude."

"Don't be rude, don't be rude..."

……

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged woman. This middle-aged woman was the woman who was exempted from the old monk's ticket when Lian Ge and the old monk were taking the bus.

"...It's really fate. I met the master monk and my brother here again. How did the master monk come here?"

The woman smiled and struck up a conversation.

"The poor monk and the benefactor passed by here. The poor monk was a little tired, so he rested here. The benefactor..." The old monk hunched over and replied,

"...This is our village." The woman smiled and replied, "The temple you mentioned to Master Monk before is on the mountain behind you, Master Monk."

Hearing the sound, the old monk paused, then turned around with some difficulty, raised his head slightly, and looked at the distance behind him.

Past the entrance of the village, not far away, there is a hill with luxuriant trees. Between the branches and leaves, there is a winding mountain road, extending along the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, at the end of the winding mountain road, is a temple. Under the cover of dense branches and leaves, only the black tiles of the roof and the scaly corners are exposed.

Looking at the temple on the top of the mountain, the old monk's cloudy eyes were a little dazed.

On the side, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the temple in the forest, then at the old monk, looked away, and didn't say much.

……

"...Master monk, if you enter from the entrance of this village, it will be my house in a short distance. It is getting late, or master monk, and this little brother, come to my house to have a light meal, rest for a night, and leave tomorrow Right. If the master monk wants to go to the temple on the mountain to have a look, he can go up to have a look tomorrow."

The middle-aged woman said hello.

"Yes, Master Monk, our family is a Buddhist. The Master Monk has already arrived at the gate of the village, so let's sit at home."

On the side, the middle-aged man followed closely.

Hearing the sound, the old monk turned his head and looked at the middle-aged couple.

"Thank you for your kindness, the poor monk will stop bothering you."

"Don't bother, don't bother, master monk, there are no other villages around here, and the road is not easy to walk at night, let's go home and rest for a night..."

The middle-aged woman hastened to speak again.

Hearing this, the old monk shook his head again.

"...Then this little brother,"

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman turned her head and looked at Lian Ge,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge shook his head and didn't say much.

"...Then, master monk, my family lives in the fifth house on the left from the entrance of this village. If you need it, master monk, you can come and sit at home again."

"Thank you sir."

"Then I won't disturb the master monk's rest."

After a pause, the middle-aged woman spoke and left.

……

Watching the middle-aged couple go away, Lian Ge turned his gaze back to the old monk who was leaning against the tree trunk and sitting crouching, and said nothing more.

The old monk looked at the village, then turned his head, and looked behind him. On the mountain, only the temple with scales and horns was exposed, his eyes were dazed and absent-minded.

The cicada still rested on the old monk's shoulder, fluttering its wings slightly.

Gusts of breeze blew past, disturbing the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk,

Looking around, it became more and more quiet.

……

For a long time, the old monk was silent and turned his head.

Bent down, sitting under the tree, the old monk looked at the branches and leaves hanging in front of him, and paused again,

Looking over his shoulder, the cicada on the monk's robe was silent, his cloudy eyes were in a daze.

"Zen Kong Zen Master."

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and said calmly,

"Look up and look, what do you see?"

Hearing the sound, the old monk paused for a moment, followed closely, and slowly turned his head, looking in front of him,

In front of him, the branches and leaves are still hanging,

"...the poor monk...didn't see anything."

The old monk murmured and said,

"now what."

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, stretched out his hand to push away the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk, turned his gaze away,

Not far away, on the road close to the foot of the mountain,

An old farmer carrying a pole with vegetable baskets on both sides of the pole approached gradually along the road.

Beside him, a little boy was running around the old farmer, playing around,

The old farmer looked at the little boy with a smile on his dark face,

"... all beings."

The old monk looked there, his eyes were in a trance, he murmured, and said something,

"Know……"

Immediately afterwards, the somewhat weak cicada on the shoulder of the old monk also let out a cicada.

After the cicada sang, the cicada's wings stopped shaking and slid down the old monk's monk's robe.

The old monk lowered his head, looked at the falling cicada, stretched out his trembling hand, just in time to catch the cicada.

Looking at the cicada, the old monk was silent,

Holding the cicada, the old monk raised his head, raised his hand, and looked at Lian Ge, his eyes were no longer in a trance, his cloudy eyes were calm,

"...Amitabha, thank you Lian benefactor for crossing the poor monk."

Putting his hands together, the old monk recited a sentence towards Lian Ge,

Immediately afterwards, the clasped hands gradually lowered, and the cicada slipped from the hands and landed on the old monk's robe.

A gust of breeze blew past, disturbing the skirt of the clothes, and fluttering the cicada wings.

Under the tree, it became more and more quiet.

……

"...Grandpa, here we are, the village is in front of us, and we are home."

"Here, here, home..."

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"sough……"

The breeze blows, disturbing the branches and leaves.

On the road close to the foot of the mountain, after the child ran past with his grandfather, he became quiet again.

Along the village road, the lights in each family's house are still on, and they shine through the window, illuminating the yard of each family, and a section of the village road in front of the yard.

In and out of the village, it became more and more quiet.

……

"……Amitabha."

The old monk recited the Buddha's name and stood up from under the tree.

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, and after a pause, he let go of the hand that brushed aside the hanging branches and leaves in front of the tree.

Turning his gaze again, he glanced at the side of the old monk. The old monk still sat cross-legged under the tree with his head hanging down. Lian Ge looked away.

"Thank you, Lord Lian, for crossing the poor monk for the last time."

The old monk turned around, looked calmly at the body under the tree, turned back again, clasped his hands, and bowed slightly to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge heard the words, glanced at the old monk, didn't say anything, turned his eyes away, looked to the side,

Not far from the tree, several figures in black formal suits were already standing.

The old monk also followed Lian Ge's gaze, turned his head, looked at those figures, clasped his hands, his eyes were still calm.

……

"...I'll wait to see the Celestial Master."

Several hell ghost messengers approached the tree, bowed to Lian Ge and saluted.